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Dr. Otto Octavius: The power of the sun, in the palm of my hand!
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Doc Ock: My Rosie's dead. My dream is dead.
Doc Ock: And these... monstrous things should be at the bottom of the river... along with me.
Doc Ock: Something... in my head. Something talking... The inhibitor chip!
[He turns to find the chip destroyed]
Doc Ock: Gone.
Doc Ock: [arms click and whir] Rebuild? No. Peter was right. I miscalculated.
Doc Ock: [Ock whirls, madness setting in] I couldn't have miscalculated. It was working, wasn't it?
[arms click and whir]
Doc Ock: Yes. We can rebuild. Enlarge the containment field. Make it bigger and stronger than ever! But we need money.
[arms click and whir]
Doc Ock: Steal it? No, no, no, I'm not a criminal.
[arms click and whir]
Doc Ock: That's right... the real crime would be not to finish what we started.
Doc Ock: [arms carry him into his hideout] We'll do it here. The power of the sun in the palm of my hand.
[arms lift him high]
Doc Ock: Nothing will stand in our way! NOTHING!
Peter Cincotti
Extended Reading
