Peter: Hey. Hey, I thought you…
Uncle: Did you forget something?
Uncle: Now, don’t answer that, but I’m glad to know it’s working. You owe your aunt an apology big time. Be a man, get in there and apologize.
Peter: I’m sorry. Aunt May, I…
Aunt: Honestly, you don’t have to apologize to me. It’s your…
Uncle: The hell he doesn’t.
Peter: Look, I’m sorry, I got distracted.
Uncle: Oh, he got distracted.
Uncle: Your aunt, my wife, had to walk 12 blocks alone in the middle of the night and then wait in a deserted subway station because you got distracted.
Aunt: Ben, sweetheart, honestly, I am completely capable of walking home…
Uncle: You will not defend this boy!
Aunt: I’m not defending…
Uncle: You are defending him. Listen to me, son.
Peter: Yeah, go ahead.
Uncle: You’re a lot like your father. You really are, Peter, and that’s a good thing, but your father lived by a philosophy, a principle, really. He believed that if you could do good things for other people, you had a moral obligation to do those things. That’s what’s at stake here. Not choice. Responsibility.
Peter: That is nice. That’s great. That’s all well and good. So where is he?
Peter: Where is he? Where is my dad? He didn’t think it was his responsibility to be here to tell me himself?
Uncle: Oh, come on, how dare you?
Peter: How dare I? How dare you?
Uncle: Where are you going? Peter, come back here, please.
Aunt: Ben, leave him alone for a little while, He’ll be all right.
Uncle: Peter! Peter? Peter?
Salesman: It’s $2.07. It’s $2.07.
Peter: Yeah. No, I know.
Salesman: Yeah, you’re holding up the line. No. You can leave a penny. You can’t take a penny.
Salesman: You can leave a penny anytime, you have to spend 10 dollars to take a penny. It’s a store policy.
Man: You’re holding up my line.
Peter: I don’t have 2 cents.
Salesman: You can’t afford milk, step aside. Daddy didn’t give you enough milk money today?
Peter: We’re talking about 2 cents.
Salesman: Just step aside, kid. Really? No, not cool, bro. Hey, man, stop! Somebody stop that guy! Hey, kid, little help?
Peter: Not my policy.
Salesman: Somebody stop that dude! Hey! Hey, stop! Somebody stop that dude!
Peter: Oh, god, oh, god. Uncle Ben, Uncle Ben. Call an ambulance! Someone call an ambulance! Uncle Ben, Uncle Ben. Oh, god, oh, my god. Oh, god. No. Oh, Jesus.
Police: Witnesses gave a description to the sketch artist. I need you to take a look.
Aunt: No, I don’t know him.
Police: I didn’t expect you would, ma’am. Homicide detectives are on it. We’ll see what they turn up.