Doc Ock:
My Rosie's dead. My dream is dead.
Doc Ock:
And these... monstrous things should be at the bottom of the river... along with me.
Doc Ock:
Something... in my head. Something talking... The inhibitor chip!
[He turns to find the chip destroyed]
Doc Ock:
Gone.
Doc Ock:
[arms click and whir]
Rebuild? No. Peter was right. I miscalculated.
Doc Ock:
[Ock whirls, madness setting in]
I couldn't have miscalculated. It was working, wasn't it?
[arms click and whir]
Doc Ock:
Yes. We can rebuild. Enlarge the containment field. Make it bigger and stronger than ever! But we need money.
[arms click and whir]
Doc Ock:
Steal it? No, no, no, I'm not a criminal.
[arms click and whir]
Doc Ock:
That's right... the real crime would be not to finish what we started.
Doc Ock:
[arms carry him into his hideout]
We'll do it here. The power of the sun in the palm of my hand.
[arms lift him high]
Doc Ock:
Nothing will stand in our way! NOTHING!
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