Jake Johnson: Peter B. Parker
Peter B. Parker : [to Miles, after he lost his uncle Aaron] We've all been there. For me, it was my uncle Ben.
Spider-Man Noir : For me, it was my uncle Benjamin.
Peni Parker : For me, it was my father.
Gwen Stacy : For me, it was my best friend.
Spider-Ham : Miles, the hardest thing about this job is you can't always save everybody.
Peter B. Parker : What did you say your name was?
Doc Ock : Dr. Olivia Octavius.
[takes off her lab coat to reveal her mechanical octopus tentacles, one of which shoots out and pins Peter to the floor]
Peter B. Parker : Can I assume your friends call you Doc Ock?
Doc Ock : My friends actually call me Liv. My *enemies* call me Doc Ock.
Peter B. Parker : [to Miles] One thing I know for sure: don't do it like me. Do it like you.
Miles Morales : What's going on with your body?
Peter B. Parker : I don't think my atoms are real jazzed about being in the wrong dimension.
Peter B. Parker : Look, I'm not looking for a side gig as a Spider-Man coach. I got a lot going on in my dimension, like a lot.
Miles Morales : With great power comes great...
Peter B. Parker : Don't you dare finish that sentence! Don't do it. I'm sick of it.
Peter B. Parker : This kid can turn himself invisible! Watch this, he can do it... now!
Miles Morales : I can't do it on command...
Peter B. Parker : He can't do it on command! But it is cool. Show them the zappy thing, Miles.
Miles Morales : I can't do it on command.
Peter B. Parker : He can't do it on command! But he can do so much more, like what else do you do?
Miles Morales : Just those two things.
Peter B. Parker : Just those two things.
Mary Jane : [mistaking Peter for a waiter] Hello.
Peter B. Parker : Oh, wow.
Mary Jane : Um, I just wondered if we could have some more bread at table twelve.
Peter B. Parker : Yeah! I'm just, I'm really sorry...
Mary Jane : Oh, don't be sorry. It's just bread.
Peter B. Parker : No, I wasn't there for you when you needed me.
Mary Jane : Mmm-hmm...
Peter B. Parker : And I didn't even try.
Mary Jane : That's fine. I should really get going...
Peter B. Parker : I know I could do better if I just had another chance to give you... the bread that you deserve.
Mary Jane : Are you okay?
Gwen Stacy : Ma'am, we'll take care of that bread right now.
Mary Jane : It's been nice, uh, talking to you.
Peter B. Parker : For you they should fill this place up with fresh bread.
Gwen Stacy : [to Peter] You all right, man?
Peter B. Parker : Yeah, totally.
Gwen Stacy : Okay, good, 'cause we are not getting any bread.
Miles Morales : Are you a ghost?
Peter B. Parker : No.
Miles Morales : Are you a zombie?
Peter B. Parker : Stop it.
Miles Morales : Am *I* a zombie?
Peter B. Parker : You're not even close.
Miles Morales : Are you from another dimension? Like, a parallel universe where things are like this universe, but different? And you're Spider-Man in that universe? But somehow traveled to this universe, but you don't know how?
Peter B. Parker : [stares] Wow. That was really just a guess?
Miles Morales : The other Peter said he was going to be showing me the ropes.
Peter B. Parker : Wow.
Miles Morales : You got any Spider-Man tips you can tell me now?
Peter B. Parker : Yeah, I got plenty. Disinfect the mask. You're gonna want to use baby powder in the suit, heavy on the joints. You don't want any chafing, right?
Miles Morales : Anything else?
Peter B. Parker : Nope, that was everything.
Miles Morales : I think you're going to be a bad teacher.
Peter B. Parker : All right, people, let's do this one last time. My name is Peter B. Parker. I was bitten by a radioactive spider, and for the last twenty-two years I thought I was the one and only Spider-Man. I'm pretty sure you know the rest. You see, I saved the city, fell in love, I got married, saved the city some more, maybe too much, my marriage got testy, made some dicey money choices - don't invest in a Spider-themed restaurant. Then like fifteen years passed, blah blah blah super boring, I broke my back, a drone flew into my face, I buried Aunt May, my wife and I split up. But I handled it like a champion.
[cut to Peter crying on the floor of the shower in his spider-suit]
Peter B. Parker : 'Cause you know what? No matter how many times I get hit, I always get back up. And I got a lot of time to reflect and work on myself. Did you know that seahorses that they mate for life? Could you imagine a seahorse seeing another seahorse and then making it work? She wanted kids and it scared me. I'm pretty sure I broke her heart. Flash forward, I'm in my apartment doing pushups, doing ab crunches, getting strong -
[he is actually lying on the floor eating pizza]
Peter B. Parker : - when this weird thing happened. And I gotta say, weird things happen to me a lot. But this was *real* weird. You see, I was in New York, but... things were different. Also I was dead. And blonde. I was kind of... perfect. It was like looking in a mirror. I have a feeling the thing that brought me here was the thing that got him killed. You wanna know what happened next?
Peter B. Parker : Me, too.
Miles Morales : Why do you look like Peter Parker?
Peter B. Parker : Because I *am* Peter Parker.
Miles Morales : Then why aren't you dead? Why is your hair different? Why are you older? Why is your body... a different shape?
Peter B. Parker : Pretty sure you just called me fat.
Miles Morales : No, no, you just...
Peter B. Parker : Hey, listen, you don't look so hot either, kid. Most superheroes don't wear their own merch.
Peter B. Parker : [by a shed in Aunt May's backyard] Oh, yeah, I got one of these, too. A little shed where I keep all my Spider-gear.
[Aunt May inserts a key, the shed lights up, and the doors open to reveal an elevator. Aunt May motions the group inside]
Peter B. Parker : [nonchalant] I mean, this place is pretentious.
[the elevator descends into a massive underground lab filled with various costumes, advanced weapons, and high-tech vehicles]
Miles Morales : Whoa! Dude, was yours anything like this?
Peter B. Parker : Mine was like this, but take away the Jeep, the plane... imagine it way smaller... imagine a futon... I feel sorry for this guy.
Peter B. Parker : [being shot at by Kingpin's workers] All right, time to swing, just like I taught you.
Miles Morales : When did you teach me that?
Peter B. Parker : I didn't. It's a little joke for team-building.
[tosses Miles a web-shooter]
Peter B. Parker : All right, you ready?
Miles Morales : Of course I'm not ready!
[Peter snaps the web-shooter onto Miles' wrist and throws him off the building]
Miles Morales : Whoa! Whoa! I can't do this yet!
Peter B. Parker : Everyone knows that the best way to learn is under intense, life-threatening pressure!