Otto Octavius (Earth-616)/Quotes

Now, watch me trap a spider in a web of my own -- a web made of my new-found arms! Your strength is merely that of a spider, but mine is the energy of an atom, born of a nuclear accident!

But, I shall tolerate no further meddling by Spider-Man! Even he has not the power to stop me! Though he and I have met before, if he crosses my path again, our next encounter will be his last!

You are a worse nuisance than that accursed Spider-Man -- and I will not brook nuisances.

The Sweet air of freedom is once again mine to breathe. It shall not be taken from me again!

Peace for Octopus is at hand. All I require to achieve it is -- the death of Spider-Man!

What--? You...spoke...my robot can't...speak...

Rein it in, Octavius. Remember the reason you gathered these losers, you knew that it would be far easier to control these third, ranters than it was the Sinister Six

Hate. Heh. Splendid.

So go ahead and run, Spider-Man--run away and hide. Sleep well in your secret lair. Because when you wake up tomorrow everything will have changed.

No...your face! What have you done?

I lived for 17 years under the hard gaze of my father. He taught me nothing but the hateful ignorance of the lower class. Had you no room for that anecdote in today's litany?

Hnnn...Mother, I think there might be something wrong with me. I...I hurt that girl today...I know I did. I hurt her and-- --and Mother? I think I liked it.

You-- You-- You punched me?! You're one of them!

Hmmmm...and together... ...together we could touch millions. An octopus, after all, has so many arms... And spiders... Spiders have so many eyes...

It does not feel right, does it? To stand before each other, stripped of our inventions, naked in our humanity. We are hideous, are we not?

Congratulations, Lily Hollister. It's a boy.

Honor is for fools.

... The final stage is complete. All readings are good, gentlemen... It's time... Time to implement my master plan... my last master plan.

We can't lose. This is our day, gentlemen... the day the Sinister Six reigns supreme!

People of Earth, please forgive this interruption, but this is the utmost importance! I have proof that terrorists are attacking my planetary defense factories! And so I must make one last request. That all nations put aside their differences and unite against this common foe! The world must come together as one to hunt down... THE GLOBAL MENACE CALLED SPIDER-MAN!

No. This time I will happily admit-- you were right. And I can prove it with the flicking of one button. You see in the end, I am a creature of spite. Of hate. Of Rage. It is my nature--I won't deny it. Oh, and how I roiled and rankled at the thought of my life--my light--my genius coming to an end--while the mundane and the mediocre lived on! No! It is unacceptable! If I must enter Oblivion, I will not go alone! If Otto Octavius must perish, so shall you all! We all die toge--

Farewell, Peter Parker. Know this, I will carry on in your name. You may be leaving this world, but you are not leaving it to a villain. I swear. I will be Spider-Man. Better yet, with my unparalleled genius-- --and my boundless ambition-- --I'll be a better Spider-Man than you ever were. From this day forth, I shall become... ...The Superior Spider-Man!

Doctor Octopus is dead. Long live the superior Spider-Man!

The X-Men... an always posing collection of self-styled mutant heroes. The next step in evolution, they say... Homo superior. Genetic freaks, far more likely. I've never bothered myself with their ilk before... but Parker knows them. He's fought beside them. He's fought them, too. Good lord... they nearly destroyed everything in their recent battle against the Avengers. Mutants (Homo superior)...? Please.

I see everything in this city! Everything! That is my power! And my responsibility -- to watch over and judge you all!

I underestimated Thor. I saw him as nothing more than an arrogant, brutish fool. And thought that's all true... He was willing to sacrifice himself for the people he protects. What am I willing to do? The day will come and when I have to ask myself that question. How far am I willing to go... to get what I want?

Ready my Equipment. I'm going to perform a Parker-Ectomy!

He's gone. And I? I... Am... Free!

Write your stories, fools. Mark this day well. For today, I cast off the last of the chains Peter Parker saddled me with...and begin to craft my own legacy. I am no more bound by Parker's life than I am by my own former existence. I shall create something entirely new. Something wonderful. This shall be my legacy. A Brand New Day...No, A Brand New Age. The Age of the Superior Spider-Man... The Greatest Hero of them All. And Nothing will stand in my way.

I require my own team. A superior team.

People of New York, this is Spider-Man, with the Avengers, and I need your help! I need you to be my heroes. I need you to be my eyes. A fugitive is on the loose in our city. Please help me find him. He's the villain... called Hobgoblin... and he's also this man: Phil Urich.

You know why they say you can't fight City Hall? 'Cause City Hall fights back.

Fulmina... What are you talking about? You can't just roll back the centuries. No one can.

Fulmina... wherever you are... you have made me... proud.

Wrecking Crew! Prepare to face justice at the hands of... The Superior Six!

They'll do fine, these young X-Men. They've got great aptitude for the hardest lesson of all: How to be a hero.

I will find out who is responsible. And what I do to them will make what I've done to you seem the most tender of mercies.

We... are...the Superior Venom!

This city needs Spider-Man. No... Not Spider-Man... The Superior Spider-Man!

You will treat them with respect, and follow their commands to the letter. Today, they are your superiors. And mine.

Going by all available data... I, Otto Octavius, the Superior Spider-Man, have achieved my goal. By targeting and destroying every major crime syndicate... I have effectively ended organized crime in New York. So why is the city laughing at me? This can't be happening! It's impossible! All five boroughs are under my surveillance, yet none of this is registering! I can hear the police sirens, screams, and gunfire. I'm not deaf, damn it! So how can I be so blind?! After months of tireless work... after crushing the only dissent within my own ranks... I should be done! Crime should be a statistical anomaly and yet... Police reports are coming in garbled. Links to the Daily Bugle's newsfeed are crashing. My Spider-Bot cameras are showing no emergencies. But the city's burning! I can see it! Spider-Island! Come in! Nothing. Then it happens. An entire grid in my citywide sweep shuts down. The area around the Brooklyn Bridge. I have to go. Have to see this with my own eyes. No. Until now I'd thought only two criminals had escaped my detection. The two Hobgoblins. Urich and Kingsley. The idiot and the coward. I could never account for that glitch in the system until now. I was chasing the wrong Goblin. Osborn. All this time it was you. And now you want me to know. Not just that's you... But that it's over and you've already won.

--I say being a super hero is like being mad: one does the same thing time after time and expects differing results. Don't expect what happens in your life to change-- --unless you can completely change your context, your mode of working.

If you had asked me a week ago if I thought I'd be strung up by a Spider-Slayer next to a Spider-Man from the future, I'm pretty sure my answer would've been "no!" In fact, when you boil it down, there are really just three moments in life that people try to visualize ahead of time: their twenty-first birthday, their wedding day and the day they're going to die. For me, however, there was another. The big question being, whether it's was actually a fourth image... or just a different image of the third? Because it's the day I knew I would stare into the eyes of Norman Osborn again. Someone once said the eyes are the portals to the soul. But in this case, there is no soul. So for me it makes his eyes just portals. Portals to another time.

And never call me "Otto" again. I have a title. I earned it. Call me "Doctor"... Doctor Octopus!

Silence. It is I who has an offer to extend, not you. I've been in your head. I feel a kinship of sorts to you... and the people in your life. That's why I am giving you the opportunity... to peacefully transfer ownership of Parker Industries to me!

Otto Octavius has conquered death! I am immortal! I am superior! Who can stand against me now?

What have I done...

I did. But that identity has... baggage. And this is war is one of spiders, is it not? Thus, I have decided the time is ripe... for the return of the Superior Spider-Man! The die is cast!

They have been given a new start... an opportunity to rise above their past crimes.

We did work well together against Terrax. An alliance, then? Partners?

I am beginning to reconsider dating.

Dammit. That's all I've heard from you! What we can't do! Do you ever intend to offer a solution?

Do not fear, sir. Take your family to the shelter. We shall not abandoned you in your hour of need. And tell others you meet that they have champions. They shall know us by our battle cry... Avengers assemble!

Attend me, world. Doctor Octopus has returned.

Curt Connors. If you never had my friendship... at least you have my respect.

I'm a monster who has hurt many, and I know my own kind. These people and their machinations run deep, and you would do well to be aware.

Impossible. This simpleton can't be right. Can he? No. Otto Octavius must be a fixed variant across all worlds. I am superior!

I will outwit this pernicious variant, raze his empire and drink every last ounce of his mind. For I, the Doctor Octopus, am still superior!

I know each of you want to return home but I have a counteroffer you may find enticing. I need your help ridding New York City of all crime. Let's prove the Superior Four are better than the wretched heroes who police this place. Together, we'll serve as judge, jury and executioners.

With my superior powers, we can rid the world of filth like that loathsome Spider-Man, and reshape it as we see fit! And we'll start with turning your life around, Otoha!

I didn't forget what you did to me, Goblin King. What you took from me. Imagine all I will take from you.

You cannot out-octopus me, dolt!

The greatest gift in the history of humankind--or its deadliest weapon! But why can't I remember my most brilliant triumph? Dear God in Heaven! What did I do... all those years ago?!

But if he's... that means when I was Spider-Man... I was Peter Parker! Yes! That was the missing piece! It--it's all coming back to me! MWA-HA-HA! I REMEMBER EVERYTHING!

My beloved Anna is in danger! And there is only one being on this wretched Earth who can save her! Well? What are you waiting for?! Suit up!

The Living Brain must die! And to do it... the Sinister Six will burn Oscorp to the ground.

Every thought must be unwritten and expunged! Not one thought can remain! All must be undone--FOR HER SAKE!

It quips. It thwips. It shows an almost human level of...imagination. Exuberance. Joie de vivre. To use the French. For whatever reason, it is acting more and more like...him.

I think not. Even a defeated enemy is still an enemy, commander. And regarding my enemies, I have one rule...they die with the mask on!

And you, Blaze, are the only true threat in this collection of idiots.

Admirable. But as someone who's been around many top universities, let me assure you -- you have qualities that cannot be taught. Intelligence. Curiosity. And the drive to always learn more. The world is your university, Emma. And you are its star pupil.

If he doesn't know already, Beast will learn soon enough. The girl has the mind of a newborn because she was most likely born yesterday. She's a clone.

I couldn't help but feel responsible for Mary Alice. Even though I hadn't seen her in years, the poor woman couldn't escape the curse of knowing me.

My mind stirred with uncanny familiarity. Could it be me? Is this...me? It responds to our name, Otto Octavius.

Who are you to co-opt another man's creations, you charlatan? You baboon? You're nothing but a menial thief--

Fulmina... wherever you are... you have made me... proud.

I know I am superior to my drunken, stupid failure of a father in every way. But the sight of him reduces Doctor Octopus to a sniveling child, living in fear of his belt, the ring on his finger. One of the most feared super villains on the planet, and it makes no difference. Not against him.

They are mercenaries. Self-interested cowards at heart.

You'll do vastly more good for the city as part of my personal Avengers... the Superior Avengers!

Wrecking Crew! Prepare to face justice at the hands of... The Superior Six!

I've embarked on a quest to raise an army of Spider-Men to fight this creature. Join me, or stay and die.

They'll do fine, these young X-Men. They've got great aptitude for the hardest lesson of all: How to be a hero.

What you fail to understand about Earth... nnph... is that we will fight to the end. We will use every weapon at our command. And if those fail -- we will use yours!

San Francisco has survived much over the years. The 1851 fire. The earthquakes of 1906 and 1989. The city and its people have always stood in the face of adversity.