J-Jonah_Jameson

J Jonah Jameson: Spider-man was a hero i just couldn't see it. He was a thief a criminal! He stole my suit! He is a menace to the entire city! I want that wall crawling arachnid prosecuted, i want him strung up by his web, I WANT SPIDER-MAN!!!. I want public to see spider-man for the two bit criminal he really is he's a fake full of stickum, catch him in the act spider-man with his hand in a cookie jar, whoever gets me that photo gets the job. Well what are you waiting for chinese new year? Go go go. Who is Spider-Man? He's a criminal that's who he is! A vigilante! A public menace! What's he doing on MY front page? Robbie Robinson: We sold out four printings. J Jonah Jameson: Sold out? Robbie Robinson: Every copy. Tomorrow morning, Spider-man page one, with a decent picture this time. Move conway to page seven there's a prominent page i make a page 8 and give him 10% off i'll make it five percent Hoffman: that can't be done. J Jonah Jameson: get out of here!. *Smacks newspaper on the desk* Pack your things, get out of my building. Eddie Brock: i was jus J Jonah Jameson: YOUR FIRED! Miss Brant: Boss, your wife's on the line, she said she lost her checkbook. J Jonah Jameson Thanks for the good news! [Walks in with Peter] Chief, I found Parker. J. Jonah Jameson : 'Bout time, where were you? Crazy scientist blows himself up, and we don't have pictures! Robbie Robertson : I heard Spider-Man was there. J. Jonah Jameson : And where were you, photographing squirrels? You're fired! Miss Brant : [Peter turns to leave] Chief, the planetarium party. J. Jonah Jameson : Oh, right. You're unfired. I need you. Come here. J. Jonah Jameson : What do you know about high society? Peter Parker : Oh... well, I... J. Jonah Jameson : Don't answer that. My society photographer got hit in the head by a polo ball. You're all I got. Big party tonight for an American hero, my son the astronaut. Peter Parker : Could you pay me in advance? [Jameson laughs hysterically for a few seconds] J. Jonah Jameson : You serious? What, pay you for just standing there? Tomorrow night, the planeterium, 8:00. There's the door. J. Jonah Jameson : [discussing his son's wedding with his wife over the phone] Flowers? How much? If you spend any more on this thing, you can pick the daisies off my grave! Get plastic!