Spider-Man 3 Page #3

Have you noticed, his stuff makes you look a little... bloated.

Just a little chunky.

- OK...

Don't have to worry about that anymore, buddy.

Dazzeling.

Just a little something the boys in the ad department and I whipped up.

As you know, circulation of the Bugle has been pretty good.

Though not as good as the New York Times

or the Daily News

or the Post or several other smaller...

- Get on with it, moron!

What?

- Your blood pressure, Mr Jameson.

Your wife told me to tell you to watch the anger.

- You tell my wife...

Thank you.

So, I propose this campaign:

"DAILY BUGLE" -- that's obvious.

"IT'S HIP, IT'S NOW" -- I came up with that one.

"IT'S WOW" -- that's actually Eric's.

"AND HOW!" -- that's me again.

Time to take your pill.

Not that one.

Not that one.

Drink plenty of water.

Thank you.

Continue.

He's busy.

Oh, no, I'm just here to talk to you, babe.

(- What's that smell?)

That's a little something called

"Nice 'n' Easy".

What's on you?

- It's called "Go Away".

That is the dumbest idea you've ever had. You have had some daunting...

- Blood pressure.

Hey, where are you going?

Who are you?

- You hired him last week.

Freelance.

- I did? What's that smell?

Brock, sir. Edward Brock junior.

Wow, I really like that shirt.

Here. It's a crane accident. Check out the light source.

He likes my shirt.

Hey, Betty.

- Hey, Pete. You better get in there.

A new guy. He's trying to sell some Spidey photos.

Uh. Thanks.

Parker! You're late! Maybe too late. Bruckner here beat ya to it.

It's Brock, sir. Edward Brock junior.

- I got you this.

But he got me this.

Wait. How'd you get that? I didn't see you.

- How'd you get that high?

Climbed. Nearly fell off a flagpole.

A flagpole?

Which one do we use?

- I like Bernstein's.

It's better.

- Cheaper, too.

Congratulations, son. We'll use your shot and pay you 50 bucks.

Uh-- all right, JJ. I'm your man.

I know more about what makes a good picture

than any photographer in this town.

See, photography, it's not just about

-- no offense -- flagpoles. Whatever.

It's about lighting. Composition. Drama.

I want a staff job, sir.

I have a girl that I intend to marry, and--

I have this stupid little dream of-- working with one of the greatest newspaper editors of our time.

J. Jonah Jameson.

Well, we do have an opening.

Johnson quit, remember?

- You fired him.

- Whatever.

Wait a minute. I know what makes a good picture,

and I've been here for a long time. If there's a staff job,

Mr Jameson, I think I deserve it.

He's right, Jonah. Peter's been with us for years.

He's done a great job.

You want a staff job, and you want a staff job.

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