[to Peter Parker] This guy, Flash Thompson, he probably deserved what happened. But just because you can beat him up doesn't give you to right to. Remember, with great power, comes great responsibility.
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 then 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?
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 and me. We're *exceptional*. 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, again, and again until we're both *dead*! Is that what you want? Think about it, hero!
[to Peter Parker/Spider-Man] No jobs! Freelance! Best thing in the world for a kid your age. You bring me some more pictures of that newspaper-selling clown, maybe I'll take 'em off your hands. But I never said you have a job. *Meat*. I'll send you a nice box of Christmas meat. It's the best I can do. Get out of here.
Awww. What is he, shy? If we can get a picture of Julia Roberts in a thong, we can certainly get a picture of this weirdo. Put it up on the front page: "Cash Money For a Picture of Spider-Man!" He doesn't wanna be famous? Then I'll make him *infamous*!