Mary Jane: Thanks for sticking up for me, Harry.
Harry Osborn: You heard?
Mary Jane: Everyone heard that creep.
Harry Osborn: That creep is my father, all right! If I'm lucky, I'll become half of what he is. So just keep your mouth shut about stuff you don't understand!

This is a... fuck!


Larry: [on a photography exhibit] What do you think?
Alice: It's a lie. It's a bunch of sad strangers photographed beautifully, and... all the glittering assholes who appreciate art say it's beautiful 'cause that's what they wanna see. But the people in the photos are sad, and alone... But the pictures make the world seem beautiful, so... the exhibition is reassuring which makes it a lie, and everyone loves a big fat lie.
Larry: I'm the big fat liar's boyfriend.
Alice: Bastard!

[giving an interview] Thank you, Doug. You know, I saw Doug playing yesterday. And I've got to tell you, this guy spends more time on the sand than David Hasselhoff.

Shooter McGavin

Ursula: [talking into voice filter] Freeze motherfucker.
Foster: Oh, god, please don't shoot me. I'm naked.
Ursula: Drop your coat and grab your toes.
Foster: What?
Ursula: I'm gonna show you where the wild goos goes.
Foster: Uh, this isn't happening. I'm a police officer. Ursula, help.
Ursula: [still talking into the voice filter] Baby, I'm gonna butter your bread. [pause] You don't have these at your station?
Foster: [grabs the voice filter, and speaks into it] I don't suppose you have a fresh pair of underwear I can borrow?
Ursula: I'm not sure you could fit into my panties.

[intercepted radio message] I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream; that's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight razor... and surviving.


Do you think there's a chance your mom won't love you anymore when she sees how badly you're getting beaten right now?


I'm Bruce Nolan for Eyewitness News. Back to you, fuckers!


Olive: Mom? Dad?
Richard: [1/2 asleep] What is it?
Olive: Grandpa won't wake up.

Norman Osborn: I've been like a father to you, be a son to me now.
Peter Parker: I have a father, his name was Ben Parker.

Kill one, save a thousand.


That's for calling me crap you fatty!

Felicity Shagwell

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