I've been bitten.

     ”Yes.” He says after a moment, bright blues shining in the low light. “But things are different, Peter. Things have changed. You took away my hope. You lied to me. And your girlfriend is dead. I am dying. We are not kids anymore!”

       "I know. I know it's different. And I know we're not kids anymore. But, right now, it's you and me. And that's all we've got. You've got me, and I've got you. I'm sorry for the mistakes that I've made, but, Harry, it's you and me. Just like when we were kids. You and me."

“The boy, the bullied boy, was not a character in the original script. He was actually a thought that I had about wanting to see me as a seven-year-old in the movie. I mentioned it to Marc and the writers. I suggested that we see the exact thing that I needed when I was a seven-year-old, to have it happen to a seven-year-old: Spider-Man showing up to give him the strength to find his own inner-strength, even though he’s this incredibly skinny seven-year-old. I’m really proud of that.” - Andrew Garfield

                 ” ——- oh?                              peter parker learned to                              fight.   i’m   so  proud   i                               could    shed    a     tear. ”       the mocking was obvious.                   ” you make it sound like  i                     was on  the  other   side                      of the world. it was  only                     a   six  hour  drive  away.            talk about melodramatic. ” 

          ” me? i’m fantastic ——-                   and you ? keeping out of                   trouble ?      not    getting                    stuffed into  anymore  of                   those                    lockers ? ” 

                   "Don't be like that, Osborn.                    Don't bring up the lockers...                    and, no, to answer your great                    question. I learned a bit of fight                    skills in the many, many years                    you abandoned me here."

       ”——- shouldn’t you be studying                   for finals?”

       "Yeah, maybe...              but who needs finals when I've got you?"

"A-ah! Don’t bite there…"

    “How can you possibly be such a disgustingly good person? Nobody has that capacity! Nobody! Stop /lying/ to me.”

       He kept his voice calm and collected, even though it was hard for him. This was the boy who he used to tell everything. He would've done anything for Harry, and he was nearly certain he would've gotten the same in return. But, now, things had changed. He killed Gwen. He loved Gwen, and then, Harry just... killed her. There was no way to get him to come closer unless he used kindness, though, and that was what he was trying.

         Oops.”

Harry, what did you do?

     it’s really an effort  to  hold      down the bemused smile      and    he   could   feel   the       corners of  his  lips  rising. 

  "Welcome home, Harry. I definitely    needed your snarky attitude around    to make fun of me every day. How    are you, though? Really? Everything okay?"

               ❝ i just like to hear you say it. ❞ 

    "Good. Because you scared me      a little bit, there, Miss Stacy."