Peter?
Don't leave me.
Oh, that boy of yours is a real hero.
Hold it!
Put your arms up! All of them!
Here's your change!
Oh, no. Come on!
-You're getting on my nerves. -I have a knack for that.
Not anymore.
-Freeze! Don't move! -Freeze!
-Hold your fire! -Don't follow me.
Wait a second.
-Hand her over. -Of course.
Easy, now.
Butterfingers.
Look out!
Help me!
-Help me! -I'm coming!
Hang on!
Help!
Thank you.
Aunt May.
You've stuck your webs in my business for the last time.
Now you'll have this woman's death on your conscience.
Come on.
Shame on you.
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