I've been hanging over the Grand Canyon for TWELVE HOURS!
Sorry.
Wait, you went to the Grand Canyon?! He needed your HELP!
Most scenes together: Peter 1 & Peter 3 (7), Doctor Strange & Peter 1 (6), Peter 1 & Peter 2 (6)
I've been hanging over the Grand Canyon for TWELVE HOURS!
Sorry.
Wait, you went to the Grand Canyon?! He needed your HELP!
Can I tell you something? You got a nice face. You're just a kid. You're from Queens. You got that suit. You help a lot of poor people...I just thought you was gonna be Black.
...Oh man, I'm sorry.
Nah, don't apologize. There's gotta be a black Spider-Man somewhere out there. Goddamn eels.
Yeah. Because we're actually friends with Spider-Man.
Flash awkwardly leaves.
You know what? I wouldn't change a thing I did. (She tears up her letter and goes back to her job)
Actually, I, um, (Gathers up the pieces) I have to show this to my parents.
Poor Peter. Too weak to send me home to die.
No... I just want to kill you myself.
Through Spider-Man. You?
Same. I lost a good friend a while back. It felt like this. Hurts because they're gone, and then it hurts all over again because you remember what they stood for and you wonder: "Is all that gone too?"
No. It's not gone. Everyone that she helped... they'll keep it going.
You really think so?
I know it. Take care of yourself, okay?
Yeah. Nice to meet you.
Prove it?
Peter 3: Prove what?
That you're Peter Parker.
I don't— I don't really carry an ID with me, it kinda defeats the whole "Anonymous Superhero" thing.
MJ throws a piece of bread at Peter 3, and it hits him in the chest.
Why did you do that?
I was trying to see if you have the tingle thing.
I have the tingle thing, just not for bread. (MJ picks up more bread) Can you not throw the bread again? (He thinks)
You're a deeply mistrusting person… And I respect it. (He jumps up slightly and sticks to the ceiling with one hand)
Nana wants to know if you could just get that cobweb over there, while you're up there....
Peter 3: Oh. Sure.
Here's your web cartridges.
Oh, thanks, man.
What's that for?
Ah, it's my web fluid, it's for my web shooters. Why?
...That came out of you!
Yeah. You can't do that, huh?
No!
I'm sorry, sir.
You changed my spell SIX TIMES!
How---How did you do that?
I'm a really good lawyer.
Hey, what are, like, some of the craziest villains that you guys have fought?
Seems you’ve met some of them.
Yeah. I fought an alien made out of black goo once.
Oh, no way! I fought an alien, too. On Earth and in space.
Oh.
Yeah, he was purple.
I wanna fight an alien!
I’m still, like, that you fought an alien in space.
Can we rewind it back to the “I’m lame” part? ‘Cause you are not.
Thanks! I appreciate that. I’m not saying I’m lame.
But it’s just the self-talk, maybe. We should—
Listen, I…
‘Cause, you’re amazing. Just to take it in a minute.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I can take it in.
You. Are. Amazing.
I can take it in.
You are amazing.
Thank you!
Will you say it?
No, I kinda needed to hear that, Thank you.
Okay, so, uh, Conners, Marko, Dillon, and um...uh, look, I think that I can repair the devices for Dillon and Marko, but the others...well-
Well, I got Connors. I've already cured him once, so no big deal. [Other Peters look at him] What? It's no big deal.
Yeah, that's great. [Peter 3 nods and starts working]
I think I can make an anti-serum for Dr. Osborn. I've been thinking about it a long time. [looks at Peter 1] Gotta cure all of them, right?
...right.
Peter 1!
Peter 2!
She's gone, and it's all my fault. She died for nothing. So I'm gonna do what I should've done in the first place. [Starts to reach for the box in MJ's hand]
Peter.
Please don't. You don't belong here. Either of you, so I'm sending you home. Those other guys are from your worlds, right? So you deal with it. If they die, if you kill them-- That's on you. It's not my problem. I don't care anymore. I'm done. I'm really sorry that I dragged you into this. But you have to go home now. Good luck.
My Uncle Ben was killed. It was my fault.
Peter 3: I lost Gwen. My, um– She was my MJ. I couldn't save her. I'm never gonna be able to forgive myself for that. But I carried on. I tried and tried to keep going. I tried to keep being the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, because I know that's what she would have wanted. But, at some point, I just-- I stopped pulling my punches. I got rageful. I got bitter. I just don't want you to end up like me.
The night Ben died... I hunted down the man who I thought did it. I wanted him dead. I got what I wanted. It didn't make it better. Took me a long time to... learn to get through that darkness.
I wanna kill him. I want to tear him apart. I can still hear her voice in my head. [Briefly sobs, then composes himself] Even after she was hurt, she said to me that we did the right thing. She told me that with great power--
"Comes great responsibility".
Wait, what? How do you know that?
Uncle Ben said it.
The day he died. [Moved] Maybe she didn't die for nothing, Peter.
This is all my fault, May. I should've just listened to Strange and let him send--
Aunt May: [Dazed from the bomb blast] You did the right thing. They would've been killed. You did the right thing.
It's not my responsibility, May.
Oh. [References his chat with Osborn at the FEAST shelter] What Norman said? My moral mission. No. No, no, Peter, listen. You listen to me. You have a gift. You have power. And with great power…there must also come great responsibility.