aconitum.

"You really want me to go? Fine. Have fun dying, butt hat."

"We know what we're doing." And really, Spidey, 'butt hat'? "What's with the insult, dude, could you not come up with anything better?"

"Well, I’m not leaving so deal with it."

"Still our villain."

"Just go home."

"Don't think so."

"Mother hugger are you serious?!" Spidey mumbled under his breath as he placed his hands on his hips for a moment only to have them fly into the air seconds later. "I was in this city first!"

"Don't you ever take a holiday or something?" He's just raising his brows above his goggles. "Like, don't you have a girlfriend or boyfriend to plan dates with? Some kind of couple-y shit like that?"

"Spider-whatever. Is that seriously the best you can do? Because let me tell you something. That sucked."

"Whatever, I don't have time to come up with good names for bugs who are about to be squashed if they don't let us fight the villain for once."

  “Am I still dreaming, mommy.”

"Are — you high, man?"

      “—-you mean, you’ve never wanted to build mini go-carts and then race ‘em down the back roads? Kinda my usual Thursday night thing.” 

     It's the perks of growing up in Brooklyn.

                 ”again, doubtful.” 

              "riiiiiiiiiight."

              “doubtful.”

        "i'm pretty sure you would have died."

"you better not have tore my suit. i’ve hurt people for less.”

"that thing would've done a lot more than ripped your suit, dude."