E.W. Foster: Now listen, mister: I had a man just like you in my outfit Vietnam. A real hot dog hero type. He's still over there; we couldn't find enough of him to ship back home. Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you?
Duke: [having set explosives on a skyscraper roof] Wouldn't want to waste this on a couple of crash-landing pidgeons.
E.W. Foster: [counting on Farnum to take over the computer] Now... you can revise the programm?
Farnum: Of course I can. She doesn't know how to say no to me. You see, the more sophisticated the lady, the more vulnerable she is to someone who knows her well.
[turns to computer]
Farnum: And we've spend a lot of time together, haven't we?
E.W. Foster: Where's Farnum?
[raises his voice]
E.W. Foster: Oh, Mr. Farnum, we're waiting for you!
Farnum: Go ahead, I'm adjusting my pack. It's so heavy!
Hama: It sure is, two and a half million dollars heavy!
Sgt. Bulker: [introducing himself to Spider-Man] Sgt. Bulker, I'm in charge here.
Sgt. Bulker: Allthough I don't know what I did to pull this duty...
Spider-Man: The other side of that thing is packed with plastic explosives. You lift the top off of that and you'll blow the top five floors of this building clear to Jersey.
Sgt. Bulker: Yeah, and they come down pretty hard on littering over there, don't they, huh?