Spider-Man 2

She looks at me every day.

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.

Parker. Parker!

No, no, no, stop! Stop!

Parker, you're late, man. Always late.

I'm sorry, Mr. Aziz.

There was a disturbance.

Another disturbance.

Always a disturbance with you.

Come on, 21 minutes ago,

in comes order.

Harmattan, Burton & Smith.

Eight extra-large deep- dish pizzas.

I told you,

I don't understand that language.

- Speak English.

- You can't make pizza.

I can't?

I've been making pizza five years.

In eight minutes, I am defaulting on

Joe's 29-minute guarantee.

Then, not only am I receiving

no money for these pizzas...

...but I will lose the customer forever

to Pizza Yurt.

- Why didn't you send Saleem?

- Saleem was deported yesterday.

- Look... Smiley.

- What about my cheese pizza?

Look, you are my only hope, all right?

You have to make it in time.

Peter, you're a nice guy.

But you're just not dependable.

This is your last chance.

You have to go 42 blocks

in 7,5 minutes or your ass is fired.

Go!

Hey, what, are you stupid?

Whoa! He stole that guy's pizzas!

I'm gonna get it!

Hey, you guys.

No playing in the streets.

Yes, Mr. Spider- Man.

See you.

Way to go, Spidey!

Pizza time.

You're late.

I'm not paying for those.

Elevator.

Joe's 29-minute guarantee

is a promise, man.

I know to you, Parker, a promise

means nothing. But to me, it's serious.

It's serious to me too, Mr. Aziz.

- You're fired. Go.

- Please, I need this job.

- You're fired.

- Look, give me another chance.

You're fired.

- Parker, hello. You're fired.

- Why?

Dogs catching Frisbees?

Pigeons in the park?

A couple geezers playing chess?

- Boss.

- Not now.

The Bugle could show another side

of New York for a change.

We got six minutes to deadline, Jonah.

We need page one.

I don't pay you to be a sensitive artiste.

I pay you... Still not now!

I pay you because that psycho

Spider- Man will pose for you.

He won't let me take

any more pictures.

You turned the whole city

against him.

A fact I'm very proud of.

Get your pretty little portfolio off my

desk before I go into a diabetic coma.

- It's your wife, she lost her chequebook.

- Thanks for the good news.

Please, isn't there any of these shots

you can use? I need the money.

Miss Brant. Get me a violin.

Five minutes to deadline, Jonah.

Run a picture of a rancid chicken.

Here's the headline:

"Food Poisoning Scare Sweeps City."

- Some food got poisoned?

- I'm a little nauseous.

All right, Mr. Jameson.

It stinks.

Robbie, there's your page one.

"Masked Menace Terrorizes Town."

I told you, he's not a menace.

- I told you...

- I'll take care of it.

- I'll give you 150.

- Three hundred.

That's outrageous.

Done. Give this to the girl.

Thank you. Bye- bye.

Hi.

Hey, Pete.

I don't think this covers the advance

I gave you a couple weeks ago.

- Right.

- Sorry.

Hey.

Chin up, okay?

Watch it, jerk!

Dr. Connors. Sorry.

Where were you headed, Parker?

To your class.

My class is over.

See me standing here?

I'm sorry. I'm trying.

I wanna be here.

Then be here.

Look at you, Peter.

Your grades have been steadily

declining. You're late for class.

You always appear exhausted.

Your paper on fusion is still overdue.

I know. I'm planning to write it

on Dr. Otto Octavius.

Planning is not a major

at this university.

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