100 Best Willem Dafoe Quotes

Heimir the Fool: Always live without fear, for your fate is set and you cannot escape it!

[last lines]
[the fish have managed to roll into the ocean in their plastic bags]
Bloat: Ha, ha, ha, ha!
Gill: We did it!
Bloat: Now what?

Green: [lands in front of Spider-Man on a rooftop] Wake up little spider, no you're not dead yet just paralysed. You're an amazing creature, Spider-Man. You and I are not so different.
Spider: I'm not like you. You're a murderer.
Green: Well, to each his own. I chose my path, you chose the way of the hero. And they found you amusing for a while, the people of this city. But the one thing they love more than a hero is to see a hero fail, fall, die trying. In spite of everything you've done for them, eventually they will hate you. Why bother?
Spider: Because it's right.
Green: [slaps Spider-Man on the head] Here's the real truth. There are eight million people in this city. And those teeming masses exist for the sole purpose of lifting the few exceptional people onto their shoulders. You, me? We're exceptional.
[leans in and grabs Spider-Man's neck]
Green: I could squash you like a bug right now, but I'm offering you a choice. Join me! Imagine what we could accomplish together... what we could create. Or we could destroy! Cause the deaths of countless innocents in selfish battle again and again and again until we're both dead! Is that what you want?
[jumps on the glider]
Green: Think about it, hero!

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

[the Goblin crashes through the Daily Bugle office]
Green: [grabbing Jameson by the throat] Jameson you slime! Who's the photographer who takes pictures of Spider-Man?
J. Jonah Jameson: I don't know who he is! His stuff comes in the mail!
J. Jonah Jameson: I swear!
Green: He's the one who can take me to him!
J. Jonah Jameson: I don't know who he is!
Green: [preparing to punch Jameson] You are useless you...!
Spider: [appears upside-down outside the window] Settle down, tough guy.
Green: [drops Jameson and turns around on the glider] Speak of the Devil!

Rat: Look at you, girl! You're still as fine looking as a creme brulee!
Mrs. Fox: Excuse me? Am I being flirted with by a psychotic rat?

Bobby: Speaking of Jack, One eyed Jack's yearning to go a peeping in a seafood store!

[after Smecker proves the Boston detectives wrong]
Paul: We'll start the ass-kissing with you.

Green: [referring to May] She was there... because of you. I may have struck the blow, but you... You are the one that killed her.
[cackles maniacally until Peter injects the cure into Norman]
Norman Osborn: [back to normal, looking up at MCU Spider-Man] Peter?
[looks to his left to see his Spider-Man, wounded by Green Goblin; distraught]
Norman Osborn: What have I done?

Paul: Television. Television is the explanation for this - you see this in bad television. Little assault guys creeping through the vents, coming in through the ceiling - that James Bond shit never happens in real life! Professionals don't do that!

Almásy: l understand you were in Africa. Whereabouts?
Caravaggio: Oh, all over.
Almásy: All over? l kept trying to cover a very modest portion and still failed.

[upon inspecting Peter Parker's bedroom]
Norman Osborn: A bit of a slob, isn't he?
Aunt: All brilliant men are.

Rat: [Drinking from Bean's Cider] ... Like melted gold.

Anderson: You know, if I were a Negro, I'd probably think the same way they do.
Ward: If you were a Negro, nobody would give a damn what you thought.

Heimir the Fool: Who barks? Is it the wolves of the High One? Or is it the barking of the village dogs? Harken to me, you two-legged dogs Drink the vision mead of knowledge To learn what it is to live and die in honour To be in battle slain and in death rewarded by the Valkyrjur's embrace. The warrior maidens who will carry you to the shimmering Gates of Valhöll. You are dogs who wish to become men.

Caravaggio: l'm one of his ghosts and he wouldn't even know it.
Hana: l don't know what that means.
Caravaggio: Ask your saint who he is. Ask him who he's killed.

Edward: Is this place safe?
Elvis: Living in a world where vampires are the dominant species is about as safe as bare backing a 5 dollar whore.

Paul: Oh, isn't that beautiful? All the lowlifes in quiet city Boston start dropping dead and *you* think it's unrelated! Greenly, the day I want the Boston Police to do my thinking for me, I will have a fucking tag on my toe!

Tars: My right arms offend me, I will cut them off!

Van: [On the book 'An Imperial Affliction'] Pain demands to be felt.

Deputy: You got no right to be here. This is a political meeting.
Ward: Doesn't smell that way to me, Deputy.
Deputy: It's a damn political meeting, Hoover Boy.
Ward: Oh, it looks like a political meeting, but smells more like Klan to me... with or without the Halloween costumes.

Bobby: Sing. Don't cry.

Elvis: Fuck it, I do love a good barbecue!

Klaus: Who the shit is Kingsley Zissou?

[while interrogating the boys, Smecker is surprised that they are fluent in Russian]
Paul: You speak any other languages?
Murphy: Aye. Our mother insisted on it.
Paul: French?
Murphy: [in French] How do you think he figured all this out without talking to us?
Paul: Oh, that's beautiful.
Connor: [in Italian] I have no idea. Maybe somebody saw and talked.
Paul: What's that?
Connor: [chuckling] That's Italian.
Murphy: [in German] Not in our neighborhood, man. A hundred percent Irish. No one talks to cops. Period.
Paul: [not understanding] Jawohl!
Connor: [in Spanish] Then I guess he's just real, real good.

Ward: Where does it come from? All this hatred?
Anderson: You know, when I was a little boy, there was an old negro farmer that lived down the road from us, name of Monroe. And he was... well, I guess he was just a little luckier than my daddy was. He bought himself a mule. That was a big deal around that town. My daddy hated that mule, 'cause his friends were always kidding him that they saw Monroe out plowing with his new mule, and Monroe was going to rent another field now he had a mule. One morning, that mule showed up dead. They poisoned the water. After that, there wasn't any mention about that mule around my daddy. It just never came up. One time, we were driving down that road, and we passed Monroe's place and we saw it was empty. He just packed up and left, I guess, he must of went up north or something. I looked over at my daddy's face. I knew he done it. He saw that I knew. He was ashamed. I guess he was ashamed. He looked at me and said, If you ain't better than a nigger, son, who are you better than?
Ward: You think that's an excuse?
Anderson: No it's not an excuse. It's just a story about my daddy.
Ward: Where's that leave you?
Anderson: My old man was just so full of hate that he didn't know that bein' poor was what was killing him.

Bobby: [arguing of eviction] Don't think I think you're as dumb as you want me to think.

Green: I've watched you from deep behind Norman's cowardly eyes, struggling to have everything you want while the world tries to make you choose. Gods don't have to choose. We take.

John: I claim the right of challenge!
Tal: You have no right to challenge! You are not Thark!
Tars: He is Thark! He is Dotar Sojat!
Sola: Dotar Sojat! Dotar Sojat! Dotar Sojat!
[the crowd of Tharks start to chanting Dotar Sojat, Tal Hajus leaps towards Carter and as Carter leaps up he kills Tal Hajus in mid-air with his sword]

Rat: The boy is being held in an apple crate on top of a gun cabinet in the attic of Bean Annex.
Mr. Fox: Would you have told me if I hadn't killed you first?
Rat: Never.

Tars: When I saw you, I believed it was a sign... that something new can come into this world.

Patrick: He was into that whole Yale thing.
Donald: Yale thing?
Patrick: Yeah, Yale thing.
Donald: What whole Yale thing?
Patrick: Well, for one thing, I think he was probably a closet homosexual who did a lot of cocaine. That whole Yale thing.

Bobby: Come on, Mr. Big Round Balls, let's go and make us some easy money.

Green: Strong enough to have it all...
Green: [Throws off an attack from Peter, and then grabs him]
Green: Too weak to take it!

Gerhard: I would prefer, in the future, to sit not with that man. Like should be seated with like. We are not alike.
Miss: Not all of us are so concerned with the separateness of races, Professor.
Gerhard: It is out of respect for all kinds that I prefer to keep them separate. To mix your red wine and the white would be to ruin them both.
Miss: [Miss Debenham does just that] I like a good rosé!

Murphy: [at the police station] Is there any way that we could stay here?
Officer: Uh, yeah, you know, we have an extra holding cell, you guys c- Can they stay?
Paul: [sheepish grin] Well, we'll have to check with your mom. But it's okay with me if your friends sleep over.

Steve: We're in the middle of a lightning strike rescue op, Klaus. What's the deal?
Klaus: I'm sick of being on "B" squad.
Steve: You might be on "B" Squad, But you're the "B" Squad leader. Don't you know me and Esteban always thought of you as our baby brother?
Klaus: I've always thought of you two as my dads. Please don't let any one make fun of me for saying so.
Steve: I can't guarantee that, Klausie, but I'll try. Can we get on with the maneuvers now?

Clem: Step right up and behold one of the unexplained mysteries of the universe! Is he a man or beast? This creature has been examined by the foremost scientists and pronounced, unequivocally, a man. I am prepared to offer you folks one last chance to witness this supreme oddity. Where did it come from? Begotten by the same and threat that got us all walking on this earth, but gone wrong somehow in maternal womb. Not fit for living. Is it a beast, or is it a man? You're in luck, because tonight, you will see him feed! Come on in and find out. Is he a man... or beast?

Green: Spider-Man. This is why only fools are heroes - because you never know when some lunatic will come along with a sadistic choice. Let die the woman you love... or suffer the little children? Make your choice, Spider-Man, and see how a hero is rewarded!
Spider: Don't do it Goblin!
Green: We are who we choose to be... now, *choose*!

Ward: Some things are worth dying for.
Anderson: Down here, things are different; here, they believe that some things are worth killing for.

John: You got me. I surrender.
Tars: [Fist on his chest] Jeddak.
John: Jeddak?
Tars: Jeddak. Tars Tarkas.
John: Tars... Tarkas.
[Tars smiles]
John: Captain John Carter. Virginia.
Tars: Vor... ginya.
[Points at John]
Tars: Vorginya!
John: No. My name is John Carter, I'm from Virginia.
Tars: [Continues to point at John] Virginia.

Stanton: How do you ever get a guy to geek?
Clem: Oh, I ain't gonna crap you up. It ain't easy. You gotta pick up a broken drunk. A real alkie, a two bottle-a-day fool, see?
Stanton: Pick him up from where?
Clem: Nightmare alleys, train tracks, flophouses, you name it. Lot of folks came back from the war addicted to the poppy, to booze. Now, opium really sinks its claws, but you reel 'em in with booze. You tell 'em, "I got a little job for you. It's a temporary job." Make sure you emphasize that. "Just temporary, until we get ourselves another geek." You spike it with that opium tincture. One drop per bottle, that's all. But, oh... oh, now, this is what he thinks is heaven. So, you say to him like this, you say to him, "Well, I gotta get me a real geek." He says, "Ain't I doing okay?" You say, "Like crap you're doing okay. "You can't draw a real crowd faking a geek. "You're through." And you walk off. Now, that night, you drag out the lecture, you lay it on thick. All the while you're talking, he's thinking about sobering up, getting the crawling shakes, the screaming, the terrors. You give him time to think that over while you're talking. Then, you throw him the chicken. He'll geek.

Rat: Y'all are trespassin' now. *Illegally*.

Green: The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout. Down came the Goblin and took the spider out.

Van: She thinks I have a drinking problem.
Lidewij: I also think the Earth is round.

Ward: Good morning. My name is Alan Ward. I'm with the FBI.
Deputy: Federal Bureau of Integration?
Deputy: That getup you ain't exactly undercover, are you now?
Ward: We're here to see Sheriff Stuckey.
Deputy: Sheriff's right busy now. You'll have to wait or come back some other time.
Ward: [Smiling] We'll wait.
Anderson: [Approaches Deputy Pell] Listen to me you backwoods shitass you. You got about two seconds to get the Sheriff out here or I'm gonna kick the God damn door in. OK?

[first words]
Green: Back to formula!
[he hurls Doctor Strong through glass and leaps after him, baring his teeth]

Norman Osborn: You know, I'm something of a scientist myself.

Paul: [Agent Smecker walks up to the first crime scene, where Chekov and his partner lay dead] Brilliant. So now we got a huge guy theory, and a serial crusher theory. Top notch. What's your name?
Detective: Detective Greenly. Who the fuck are you?
Paul: [opens his coat and shows his FBI credentials] That's who the fuck I am.

Anderson: What's got 4 eyes/I's and cant see?
Ward: What?
Anderson: Mississippi

Norman Osborn: As of today, Oscorp Industries has surpassed Quest Aerospace as the principal supplier to the United States Military. In short, ladies and gentlemen of the board: costs are down, revenues are up... and our stock has never been higher.
Henry: Wonderful news, Norman. Wonderful. In fact, it's the reason for selling the company.
Norman Osborn: What?
Henry: Yes, Quest Aerospace is recapitalizing in the wake of the bombing; expanding. They made a tender offer we can't ignore.
Norman Osborn: Why wasn't I told?
Henry: The last thing they want is a power struggle with entrenched management.
Maximilian: The deal is off if you come with it. The board expects your resignation in thirty days.
Norman Osborn: Oh, you can't do this to me... I-I started this company!
Norman Osborn: Oh, Max, please!
Maximilian: Norman, the board is unanimous. We're announcing the sale after the World Unity Festival. I'm sorry.
Henry: You're out, Norman.
Norman Osborn: [ominous] Am I?

Green: [hurling a pumpkin bomb at the Oscorp Board of Governors] OUT, AM I?
[He quickly sends his glider over to Mary Jane]
Green: Hello, my dear!
[MJ screams]

Jopling: I've got to hand it to him.
- DMITRI ON PHONE: Jesus Christ.
Jopling: I didn't see that coming.
- Well, what do you want next?
Dmitri: Talk to the club-footed sister again, and, this time, be persuasive.
Dmitri: Goddamn son of a bitch.

Norman Osborn: Sorry I'm late. Work was murder.

[while drunk in the confession booth]
Paul: I put evil men behind bars, but the law has miles of red tape and loopholes for these cocksuckers to slip through.

Paul: Good shooting, shitty shooting.

Tars: [subtitled] Watch. Everyone, step back. Show them, Virginia. Jump. Jump!
John: [spits]
Tars: By Issus, you will jump tomorrow, Virginia.

Bobby: My name's Bobby Peru, like the country.

Caravaggio: You're in love with him, aren't you? Your poor patient. You think he's a saint because of the way he looks? I don't think he is.
Hana: I'm not in love with him. I'm in love with ghosts. So is he, he's in love with ghosts.

Steve: Are you sure?
Klaus: Yes, I am.
Steve: I don't understand. Why?
Klaus: What do you mean?... Wait a second. What are we doing? You said cross the line if.
Steve: Cross the line if you're going to quit.
Klaus: Oh... Do it again. I misunderstood.

[Anderson and Ward leave the house after talking with Deputy Clinton Pell and Mrs. Pell]
Ward: Tell me, Mr Anderson. How does a woman like that end up with...
Anderson: [nods toward the Pell house] With shithead in there? You know what these small towns are like. A girl spends all her time in high school lookin' for the guy she's gonna marry, and spends the rest of her life wonderin' why.
Ward: Something's wrong. He's too confident.
Anderson: Did you see the wedding photograph? His three pals, the ushers, had their thumbs hooked in their belts, with their three fingers pointing down.
Ward: So what is that? Some sort of Masonic thing?
Anderson: [holds up three fingers] No! "K-K-K."

Bobby: Say it! I'll tear your fuckin' heart out, girl!

Tars: [voiceover] Mars. So you name it and think that you know it. The red planet, no air, no life. But you do not know Mars, for its true name is Barsoom. And it is not airless, nor is it dead, but it is dying. The city of Zodanga saw to that.

Heimir the Fool: This is the last tear you will shed in weakness. It will be given back when most you need it.

Mr. Lassen: [as a prison guard] All right you maggots! Lights out! You too, you degenerate freak!
[to Sideshow Bob, who has a dartboard with Bart's face; Lassen sees it]
Mr. Lassen: You hate him too?
Sideshow: With every fiber of what's left of my being.
Mr. Lassen: We should team up. I can get you out of here.
Sideshow: A partnership. Who gets to gut him like a pot-bellied salmon?
Mr. Lassen: I assumed we would take turns.
Sideshow: No deal!

[Ward stops Anderson from taking vigilante action against Pell]
Ward: We'll go after all of them. Together.
Anderson: You wouldn't know how!
Ward: You're going to *teach me* how.
Anderson: You don't have the GUTS!
Ward: Not only do I HAVE the guts I have the AUTHORITY!

Moonee: [Moonee and Scooty, sitting on a sofa, eating ice-cream cones] Mmm.
Bobby: [Ice cream drips on floor] Ok, I warned you: one drip and you're out.
Moonee: Oh, come on!
Bobby: 'Out now.
Scooty: It's gonna melt outside.
Bobby: It's melting' inside too.
Moonee: But Bobby!
Bobby: Out.
Bobby: [Moonee and Scooty walk out] Thank you very much!
Moonee: You're not welcome!

Jane: Are we - are we safe in here?
Steve: I doubt it.
Klaus: Do you still want to blow him up?
Steve: No, we're out of dynamite anyway.
Eleanor: It is beautiful Steve.
Steve: Yea, it's pretty good isn't it... I wonder if it remembers me...

Gill: From this moment on, you shall now be known as Sharkbait.
Bloat,23893: Sharkbait! Hoo ha ha!
Gill: Welcome, Brother Sharkbait!
Bloat,23893: Sharkbait! Hoo ha ha!
Gill: Enough with the Sharkbait.
Gurgle: Sharkbait! Hoo... bop pa doo.

[after Smecker gets a phone call in bed with his gay lover and slaps him]
Paul: What are you doing?
Hojo: I just wanted to cuddle.
Paul: Cuddle? What a fag.

Bobby: Thank you very much.
Moonee: You're not welcome!

Deputy: It's a goddamn political meeting, hoover boy.
Ward: Oh, it looks like a political meeting but it smells more like Klan to me, with or without the Halloween costumes.

Ward: Good morning. My name is Allen Ward. I'm with the FBI.
Deputy: [mockingly] Oooh. The Federal Bureau of Integration? In that getup, you ain't exactly undercover, are ya?

[the mayor has hung himself]
Agent: I don't understand why he did it. He wasn't in on it. He wasn't even Klan.
Ward: Mr. Bird, he was guilty. Anyone's guilty who lets these things happens and pretends like it isn't. No, he was guilty all right. Just as guilty as the fanatics who pulled the trigger. Maybe we all are.

Tars: [shouting to his men as Carter points the weapon at Tarkas]
Tars: Don't shoot it! Don't shoot it! Don't shoot it!
[as Tarkas lunges himself onto Carter, one of his soldiers shoots Carter in the butt, after which Tarkas takes him prisoner, straps him to one of their alien horse creatures, along with some Thark hatchlings]
John: [shouting] What is this place? Where am I?
Tars: [subtitled] Virginia. It's okay, just relax.
John: Where's my damn gold?
Young: [one of Tarkas' soldiers walks up to him to inform him about the eggs]
Young: Eighteen have not yet hatched, Jeddak.
Tars: [subtitled] Then they are not our kind. Leave nothing for the white apes.
John: [Carter watches as Tarkas' soldiers shoot the unhatched eggs] Where on earth am I?

Marcus: It's been a while. My condolences. How're you holding up?
John: I keep asking, "Why her?"
Marcus: There's no rhyme or reason to this life. It's days like today scattered among the rest.
John: Are you sure?
Marcus: Don't blame yourself.
John: What are you really doing here, Marcus?
Marcus: Just checking up on an old friend.
Marcus: Goodbye, John.

Van: Let's imagine you are racing a tortoise, the tortoise has a 10 yard lead in the start, and in the time it takes you to run 10 yards, the tortoise's moved maybe one yard. So alright, you're faster than the tortoise but you cannot never catch it, you can only decrease his lead. Now certainly you can run past the tortoise as long as you don't contemplate the mechanics of that, but the question of how turns out to be so complicated that no one really solved it until Cantor proved that some infinities are bigger than other infinities... I think that answers your question.

Muller: [interrogating Caravaggio] Look here, for every name you give me, I'll let you keep a finger. You give me something, and you'll keep something.
Caravaggio: Don't cut me.
Muller: Are thumbs fingers?
[to Lieutenant]
Muller: Ist ein Daumen ein Finger?
Interrogation: [phone rings] Telefon.
Muller: I'm sick of this room. I'm sick of this heat! And I'm sick of this damn telephone!
[hangs it up]

Green: [Norman's personality has shifted into the Goblin's] That some neat trick, that sense of yours.
Otto: Norman?
Green: Norman's on sabbatical, honey!
Max: The hell?
Spider: The Goblin...
Green: "No more darker half"? Did you really think that I'd let that happen, that I'd let you take away my power just because you're blind to what true power can bring you?
Spider: You don't know me.
Green: Don't I? I saw how she trapped you, fighting her holy moral mission. We don't need you to save us, we don't need to be fixed! These are not curses, they're gifts.
Otto: Norman, no...
Green: Quiet lapdog!
Spider: You don't know what you're talking about.
Green: I've watched you from deep behind Norman's cowardly eyes, struggling to have everything you want while the world tries to make you choose. Gods don't have to choose. We take.
Spider: May, Run!

Rodney Baze Jr.: I should have popped that motherfucker.
John: That would be the last motherfucker you ever popped.
Rodney Baze Jr.: Am I supposed to be scared of him because he sucks on a lollipop?

Gill: All drains lead to the ocean.

Donald: When was the last time you were with Paul Allen?
Patrick: We'd gone to a new musical called 'Oh Africa, Brave Africa'. It was a laugh riot.

Green: Spider-Man is all but invincible; but Parker, we can destroy him.
Norman Osborn: I can't.
Green: Betrayal must not be countenanced. Parker must be educated.
Norman Osborn: What do I do?
Green: Instruct him in the matters of loss and pain. Make him suffer, make him wish he were dead.
Norman Osborn: Yes?
Green: And then grant his wish.
Norman Osborn: But how?
Green: The cunning warrior attacks neither body nor mind.
Norman Osborn: TELL ME HOW!
Green: The HEART Osborn! First, we attack his heart!

Bobby: It's only the second week of summer and there's already been a dead fish in the pool.
Moonee: We were performing a science experiment: we were trying to get it back alive.

Dejah: [to Tars Tarkas] Jeddak of the Tharks. I am Dejah Thoris, regent of the Royal Helium Academy of Science. My research...
Tars: [Pushes her away to John] Your share of the spoils. Sola, tend to Virginia's property.
Sola: Yes, my Jeddak
[Holds Dejah's arms behind her back]
Dejah: [to Tars Tarkas] You know when Sab Than has conquered us, he will turn his weapon upon you!
Tars: I know that Zodanga has found a way to defeat you. And now you seek a mighty weapon of your own. But Virginia fights for us! He will fight the Torquas in the south. The Warhoons in the north! And he will be called Dotar Sojat! "My right arms"!
John: No. I don't fight for anyone.
Tars: [to John] Virginia. You reject this honor, then I can't guarantee you the safety of your red girl.
John: [Looks at Dejah being held captive by Sola] I am... Dotar Sojat.

Bobby: I gotta take a piss bad, can I use your head?
Lula: Uh... yeah, I guess.
Bobby: I don't mean your head-head. I'm not gonna piss on your head, your hair and all, I'm just gonna piss in the toilet. Y'all take a listen, you'll hear the deep sound comin' down from Bobby Peru.

Detective: These guys are miles away by now, but if you wanna beat your head against a wall, then here's what you're looking for: they're scared, like two little bunny rabbits. Anything in a uniform or flashing blue lights is gonna spook 'em, okay? So the only thing we can do is put a potato on a string and drag it through South Boston, "Thanks for coming out!"
[Murphy and Connor walk into the station and Smecker sees them]
Murphy: You'd probably have better luck with a beer.
Connor: Aye, you would.
Detective: Aw, fuck.
Paul: Hey, Greenly. Onion bagel, cream cheese.

Marcus: You look terrible.
John: No, I look retired.

Ward: Just don't lose sight of whose rights are being violated!
Anderson: Don't put me on your perch, Mr. Ward.
Ward: Don't drag me into your gutter, Mr. Anderson!
Anderson: These people are crawling out of the SEWER, MR. WARD! Maybe the gutter's where we outta be!

Green: [the Green Goblin has just pummeled Spider-Man] Misery, misery, misery - that's what you've chosen. I offered you friendship, and you spat in my face.
[Green Goblin continues to beat Spider-Man]
Green: You've spun your last web, Spider-Man. Had you not been so selfish, your little girlfriend's death would've been quick and painless, but now that you've really pissed me off, I'm gonna finish her nice... and slow. MJ and I... we're gonna have a hell of a time!
[Green Goblin lunges forward, but Spider-Man blocks and pushes him into a brick wall]
Norman Osborn: [speaking in his normal voice] Peter, stop! Stop! It's me!
[Green Goblin takes off his mask, revealing Norman Osborn]
Spider: Mr. Osborn...
Norman Osborn: Oh, Peter, thank God for you...
Spider: You killed those people on that balcony!
Norman Osborn: The Goblin killed, I had nothing to do with it! Don't, don't let him take me again! I beg you, protect me!
Spider: You tried to kill Aunt May, you tried to kill Mary Jane...
Norman Osborn: But not you. I tried to stop it, but I couldn't stop it. I would never hurt you.
[Norman discreetly pushes a button on his suit and the glider rises]
Norman Osborn: I knew from the beginning. If anything happened to me, it, it was you I could count on. You, Peter Parker, would save me, and so you have. Thank God for you.
[Norman rises up]
Norman Osborn: Give me your hand. Believe in me, as I believed in you. I've been like a father to you... be a son to me now.
Spider: I have a father. His name was Ben Parker.
Green: Godspeed, Spider-Man!
[warned by spider-sense, Spider-Man back-flips over the oncoming glider]
Norman Osborn: Oh.
[the glider impales Norman]
Norman Osborn: Peter... don't tell Harry.

Tars: Zodanga, red flags. Helium, blue. Zodanga is winning the war. But I say let red men kill red men until only Tharks remain.
John: That doesn't look like a fair fight.
Tars: Zodanga never fights fair.

Aunt: Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us...
[the Green Goblin bursts through the window]
Aunt: [screams] DELIVER US!
Green: [laughing maniacally] Finish it. FINISH IT!

Caravaggio: In Italy, you get chickens, but no eggs. In Africa there were always eggs, but... never chickens. Who separated them?

[Steve bursts to the surface from an underwater dive, shouting hysterically]
Klaus: Steve!
Steve: Vikram, is that thing rolling?
Klaus: Where's Esteban?
[Written text of what Steve is shouting rolls onto the screen as he speaks]
Steve: Encounter with highly abnormal shark-like fish! Ten meters in length! Unfamiliar dorsal features! Spots all over it! I shot it dorsally with a homing dart!
Steve: Esteban was eaten!
Klaus: Is he dead?
Steve: Esteban was eaten! Check the scanning monitor before it dives too deep!
Klaus: He was bitten?
Steve: Eaten!
Klaus: [shocked] He was swallowed whole?
Steve: No! *Chewed*!
Klaus: [to the camera] He's got hydrogen psychosis, the crazy-eye!
[camera zooms in on Steve's face - his eyes are dilated ridiculously large]
Klaus: Steve! They say you've got crazy-eye!
[to the camera]
Klaus: Get him out of the fucking water!
Steve: [shouting] Check the scanning monitor!
Klaus: Steve!
[Klaus jumps into the water to get Steve, still wearing all of his normal clothes and not bothering to take his shoes off]
Steve: [shouting] Esteban! Esteban! Esteban!

Anne: I think it's criminal that Steve allowed this to happen, by which I mean illegal. We're being led on an illegal suicide mission by a selfish maniac.
Klaus: I hear what you're saying, but I think you misjudge the guy.

Harlan: I want my fucking money, Petty. You hear me, you fucking cunt. Give me my fucking money. I don't give a shit how you get it, give me it. You fucking cunt.
John: Now, will you calm down. I'll get you the money, Harlan. I'm fixin' for a fight this week.
Harlan: You've been saying that but you've been fuckin' jerkin' me off. Give me my fucking money, you cunt.

Bobby: Ya know, I sure do like a girl with nice tits like yours who talks tough and looks like she can fuck like a bunny. Do you fuck like that? Cause if ya do, I'll fuck ya good. Like a big ol' jackrabbit bunny, jump all around that hole. Bobby Peru don't come up for air.

Ward: What's wrong with these people?

[a troubled Harry holds his unused dagger in his hands, and broods over the revelations revealed to him. A door swings open, and he suddenly hears a cackling laugh...]
Harry: Hello?
[he takes a few steps and then hears a noise]
Harry: ...?
Green: Son...
[Harry looks around]
Green: [in a mirror] I'm here.
Harry: Dad? I thought you were...
Green: No. I'm alive in you, Harry. You swore to make Spider-Man pay... now make him pay.
Harry: But Pete's my best friend!
Green: [serious] And I'm your father. You're weak. You were always weak and you will always be weak until you take control!
Green: Now you know the truth about Peter. Be stong Harry. Avenge me.
Harry: No...
Harry: NO!
[he hurls the dagger at the mirror, smashing it. Within it, he discovers, lies a secret room. To his shock, he discovers the Goblin mask, shelves of pumpkin bombs, tubes of green elixir, the glider and finally understands it all...]

Marcus: To what do I owe this visit?
Viggo: I have a job for you.
Marcus: And I've got a phone.