J. Jonah Jameson: Come here. Parker, what do you know about high society? Peter Parker: Oh... well, I... J. Jonah Jameson: Don't answer that. My society photographer got hit in the head by a polo ball. You're all I got. Big party tonight for an American hero, my son the astronaut. Peter Parker: Mr. Jameson, can you pay me in advance? [Jameson laughs hysterically for a few seconds] J. Jonah Jameson: You serious? What, pay you for just standing there? The planeterium, 8:00. There's the door.