Ultimate Spider-Man: The Movie

[Sentinel X]

This is really good...It be interesting if both Doctor octopus and GG were the main villains
Short question, how do you allign all your dialogue to the middle?

 

[J. J. Jameson]

[PETER’S BASEMENT. The mad scientist lab. All sorts of papers and beacons and bottles of stuff. A computer is on a desk, some boxes are in a corner, and a giant green chalk board is covered with scrawled equations. PETER and HARRY are having a study session. It’s not exactly going well.]

PETER:
C’mon, Harry. You know this. The atomic number of Hydrogen is…

HARRY:
Uh. Hold on, it’s coming to me. One,

PETER:
Right. Now. When Hydrogen goes to combine with Oxygen, it will transfer—

HARRY:
Pete. Let’s call it a night, eh? My. Brain. Is. MELTING!

PETER:
Try to take this seriously. We have a test in a week, you know.

HARRY:
Don’t remind me. Oh well, what’s another bummed test in my archives?

PETER:
Funny.

[HARRY walks over and looks at some beacons, some test tubes, and then stops at the chalk board.]

HARRY:
What’s all this stuff? [points to the board] Are you trying to blow up the school?

PETER:
Hey! Don’t touch that!

HARRY:
Sorry.

PETER:
No, I’m sorry. Delicate.

HARRY:
What is it?

PETER:
My dad…He was working on a few patents. This one’s for an advanced molecular adhesive. I haven’t tried to work out the more complex equations yet.

HARRY:
All over my head. [pause] How’d your parents kick the bucket?

PETER:
Plane crash.

HARRY:
Bummer. So, hey, I’m gonna split. But, oh! I almost forgot. My dad wants you to come take a tour of Oscorp. A PRIVATE tour.

PETER:
Really?! Why?

HARRY:
Well, you know…He feels bad about the whole spider thing.

PETER:
That? Oh he shouldn’t worry about that. I’m fine. Better than fine.

HARRY:
Better?

PETER:
Yeah…uh, when should I come?

HARRY:
What are you doing Saturday?

PETER:
Well, now I believe I’m going to Oscorp for a personal tour. [laughs]

HARRY:
[laughs] Such a dork. But a good guy. I’m gonna roll. Later.

[HARRY exits. PETER goes back to looking at the chalk board.]

[Fade in to MIDTOWN HIGH. It’s the next afternoon. Welcome to Peter Parker’s Hell: Gym class. Basketball seems to be the activity today.]

GYM TEACHER (GT):
Lars! What kind of throw was that?

LARS:
Sorry, coach.

GT:
Don’t give me your “sorry.” Shut up and go to the back of the line. Next! Well, well, well, if it isn’t MISSUS Parker. Plan on making a basket today?

[PETER doesn’t respond. He’s not worried about our loudmouth coach. His eye is on one thing, and one thing only. In the corner, we see FLASH being a bit pushy with MJ. PETER is upset at this. Angered, blood pumping. In one swift motion, he hurls the ball at FLASH, hitting him square in the head.]

FLASH:
OW! What the--? PARKER?! PUNY PARKER? What do you think you’re doing, idiot?!

PETER:
Stay away from her.

FLASH:
Shut up! You’re dead, Parker! Dead!

GT:
Parker! Cool down, wouldja?

FLASH:
I’m gonna kill you, ya little rat!

GT:
Flash, that’s enough. Hit the showers.

FLASH:
What?!

GT:
You heard me. Go.

FLASH [to Peter]:
After school is only two hours away.

PETER:
Oh really? What’s six minus four?

FLASH:
Two hours.

[FLASH leaves.]

MJ:
Peter…thanks.

PETER:
No problem.

GT:
PARKER! Ball. In basket. Now!
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[Gallagher]

Hehe, i did in gym class once. t:

Keep it up man, its consistently brilliant