Spider-Man Page #3

- If you just give me two weeks...

- Two weeks?

In two weeks? We'll have lost the contract

to Quest and OSCORP will be dead.

Sometimes you gotta

do things yourself.

- Get me the Promachloraperazine.

- For what?

It begins catalyzation when the vapor

hits the bloodstream.

...and we've barely tapped

the vastness of human potential.

Oh, that's cold.

Norman?

Norman!

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God! Norman!

Back to formula?

Weird.

- Peter?

- Yeah?

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

- Any better this morning? Any change?

- Change?

Yep. Big change.

- Well, hurry up. You're going to be late.

- Right.

Okay.

- Goodness me!

- Jeez. I thought you were sick.

- I got better.

- See?

- Bye, guys.

- You haven't eaten anything, have you got your lunch money?

- Yeah I've got it.

Hey Michaelangelo don't forget

we're painting the kitchen right after school. Got it?

Sure, Uncle Ben.

Don't start without me.

And don't start up with me.

Teenagers. Raging hormones.

They never change.

You're trash!

You're always going to be trash just like her.

- I have to go to school.

- Who's stopping you?

Hi, M.J.

Hey, M.J.

I don't know if you realize this, but

we've been neighbors since I was 6.

And I was wondering

if we could get together sometime?

I got the car. Hop in.

Do something fun?

Or, I don't know.

I thought it'd be time

to get to know each other.

Or not.

Sorry, Parker, the bus is full!

- Stop the bus!

- Catch a cab!

Tell him to stop.

- Check him out!

- Dork!

Dad!

Dad, are you all right?

Harry.

What are you doing on the floor?

I don't know.

Have you been there all night?

Last night I was...

What?

- I don't remember.

- Mr. Osborn?

Sir, I asked her to wait in the foyer.

- My father's not feeling well...

- Mr. Osborn, Dr. Stromm is dead.

What?

They found his body this morning

in the lab. He's been murdered, sir.

- What are you talking about?

- And the flight suit and the glider...

- What about it?

- It's been stolen, sir.

Wow! Great reflexes!

- Thanks.

- No problem.

Hey, you have blue eyes.

I didn't notice without your glasses.

You just get contacts?

Well, see you.

- What happened?

- He's freaking weird.

Did you see that?

Parker?

- It's a fight!

- Think you're pretty funny don't you, freak?

- Flash it was just an accident.

-My fist breaking your teeth is the accident.

-C'mon Flash, stop.

-I don't want to fight you Flash.

- I wouldn't want to fight me neither.

- Kick his ass.

Help him, Harry.

How'd he do that?

Which one?

He's all yours, man.

Flash, get up!

Jesus, Parker, you are a freak.

That was amazing.

I'm out of here. Come on.

Go, web!

Fly.

Up, up and away, web.

Shazam!

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