Liev Schreiber: Wilson Fisk
Kingpin : You like my new toy? It cost me a fortune. But hey, you can't take it with you, right? You came all this way. Watch the test. It's a helluva freakin' light show, you're gonna love this.
Kingpin : I'd say it's nice to see you again, Spider-Man. But it's not.
Peter Parker : [weakly, gravely injured] Hey, Kingpin. How's business?
Kingpin : Booming. Ha!
Peter Parker : Nice...
[Kingpin rips off Peter's mask]
Peter Parker : Aww, that's a no-no.
Peter Parker : This might open a black hole under Brooklyn. It can't be worth the risk.
Kingpin : It's not always about the money, Spider-Man.
[Prowler advances on Peter, claws extended]
Peter Parker : [frantic] Don't you want to know what I saw in there?
Kingpin : [holds up a hand] Wait.
Peter Parker : I know what you're trying to do... and it won't work. They're gone.
[Kingpin stares, eyes narrowed, then furiously slams his fists down onto Peter, killing him]
Kingpin : [to Prowler] Get rid of the body.