Spider-Man: Allow myself to introduce....myself.
Venom: I'm sorry, I thought you said your name was "Alotta Fachina."
Peter: Ock....do you really expect them to pay?
Doc Ock: Why no, Mr. Parker, I expect them to die.
Doc Ock: You may notice, Mr. Parker, that the pool is filled with sharks with laser beams attached to their heads. I figure every animal deserves a warm meal...
Nick Fury: Uh, sir? We were unable to get sharks. What with the red tape and environmental groups, it just couldn't be done.
Doc Ock:....OK, I have just one simple request here, and that is for sharks with frickin' laser beams! Now, apparently, my cycloptic advisor tells me we can't even have that. So...what do we have?
Fury: Mutated sea bass.
Doc Ock:.....right....are they ill-tempered sea bass?
Fury: Oh, absolutely.
Doc Ock: Well, that's a start. Begin the ridiculously slow dipping mechnism! And close the doors!
Cyclops: Wait a minute....you're not even going to see them die?
Doc Ock: No, I'm not actually going to see their demise, I'm just going to close the doors, go about my business, and assume everything went according to plan. What?
Cyclops: I have a gun in my room. Just give me five minutes--
Doc Ock: Scott....you just...don't get it, do you?
Cyclops: Look, just--
Doc Ock: Shh!
Cyclops: But if you just--
Doc Ock: Shh!
Cyclops: But--
Doc Ock: Let me tell you a little story about a man named SHH!
Cyclops: If you'd just--
Doc Ock: Knock knock.
Cyclops: Who's there?
Doc Ock: Shh! And Shh! That was a pre-emptive shh. Just want you to know I have a whole bag of "shh" with your name on it right here.