Harry Osborn: Kill Spider-Man, I'll give you all the tritium you need. On second thought, bring him to me, alive.
Dr. Otto Octavius: How do I find him?
Harry Osborn: Peter Parker.
Dr. Otto Octavius: Parker?
Harry Osborn: He takes pictures of Spider-Man for the Bugle. Make him tell you where he is.
Dr. Otto Octavius: Have it ready.
[Runs down the building]
Harry Osborn: [shouts] Don't hurt Peter!

Rosalie Octavius: Peter, tell us about yourself. Do you have a girlfriend?
Peter Parker: Uh, well... I don't really know.
Dr. Otto Octavius: Well, shouldn't you know? Who would know?
Rosalie Octavius: Leave him alone. Maybe it's a secret love.
Dr. Otto Octavius: Love should never be a secret. If you keep something as complicated as love stored up inside, it could make you sick.

You've stuck your webs into my business for the last time!

Doc Ock

[narrating] She looks at me everyday. Mary Jane Watson. Oh boy! If she only knew how I felt about her. But she can never know. I made a choice once to live a life of responsibility. A life she can never be a part of. Who am I? I'm Spider-Man, given a job to do. And I'm Peter Parker, and I too have a job.

Peter Parker

Rosalie Octavius: You need to sleep soundly tonight.
Dr. Otto Octavius: Did Edison sleep before he turned on the light bulb? Did Marconi sleep before he turned on the radio? Did Beethoven sleep before he wrote the fifth?
Peter Parker: Did Bernoulli sleep before he found the curves of quickest descent?
Dr. Otto Octavius: Ahhh, Rosie, I love this boy.

Peter Parker: [speaks to MJ through a dead phone line] I wanna tell you the truth... here it is: I'm Spider-Man. Weird, huh? Now you know why I can't be with you. If my enemies found out about you... if you got hurt, I could never forgive myself. I wish I could tell you how I feel about you...

J. Jonah Jameson: My god, he was a hero. Spider-man truly was an asset to this city. He was...
J. Jonah Jameson: [the Spider-man costume is gone] ... a thief! A burglar. Get me Spider-man now! I want his head!

[to Peter Parker] Get your pretty little portfolio off my desk before I go into a diabetic coma!

J. Jonah Jameson

Guy named Otto Octavius winds up with eight limbs. What are the odds?

J. Jonah Jameson

[Peter apologizes for a previous conversation] Pish-posh. We needn't talk about it. Water over the dam, or under the bridge, or wherever you like it.

May Parker

I should have known Osborn wouldn't have the guts to finish you.

Dr. Otto Octavius

[discussing his son's wedding with his wife over the phone] Flowers? How much? If you spend any more on this thing, you can pick the daisies off my grave! Get plastic!

J. Jonah Jameson

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