Talbot: Bingo! That must be some jumbo nightmare he just had.
Harper: Bruce! Big day. Did you sleep? I didn't sleep.
Bruce Banner: Slept okay. Is Betty here?
Harper: She's around. I really got to say, seeing you in that styling headwear.
Bruce Banner: You're implying something about my helmet?
Harper: You look like a massive nerd, even around
other scientists. Can just I ask? Were you wearing the helmet while she dumped you?
Bruce Banner: See? It protects my very important brain, Harper. Go prep the samples.
Betty Ross: Hey, I found you.
Bruce Banner: Betty, hey.
Betty Ross: I hate them.
Bruce Banner: Wait, I just got here. Who do we hate?
Betty Ross: The review board. We have to make a presentation on Tuesday.
Bruce Banner: Ah.
Betty Ross:
And you're gonna make it with me.
Bruce Banner: You think I should?
Betty Ross: Yeah, you're great with that stuff. Start talking about microbes and nanomeds. You sound almost... passionate. Sorry, that was rude.
Bruce Banner: Nobody expects us to be easy. Just working together after being... so close.
Betty
Ross: We were close?
Bruce Banner: Look, if I could be more... whatever, you know, like... just...
Betty Ross: Don't. It's not your fault, really. It's just a byproduct of my inexplicable obsession with emotionally distant men. It'll get over us.
Bruce Banner: Good for you.
Betty Ross: Anyway,
I'm just really stressed about this review. If we don't get impressive results today, we're gonna have a really hard sell come this Tuesday.
Bruce Banner: Well, then, let's go be impressive.
Father: Your name is not Krenzler. It's Banner.
Bruce Banner: What?
Father: Your name. It's Banner. Bruce Banner. Bruce.
Bruce Banner: How did you get in here?
Father: I work here now. In the labs. The late shift. It keeps me close to you. You always work so late yourself with your
friend Miss Ross. No, no, no. Please. Please. Let me. You're not well. You've had a terrible accident. You're wondering why you're still alive. You're thinking there's something inside. Something different... inexplicable. I can help you understand, if you'll let me. If you'll... forgive me.
Bruce Banner: Look, mister, I'm sure I have nothing to forgive you for. So, perhaps
you should leave now. I'll be fine.
Father: You must know. You may not want to believe it, but I can see it... in your eyes. So much like your mother's. Of course, you're my flesh and blood. But then, you're something else too, aren't you? My physical son, but the child of my mind, too.
Bruce Banner: No. You're lying. My parents died when I was a
small boy.
Father: No, no, no, no. That's not true, that's not true. That's what they wanted you to believe. The experiments, the accident - all top secret. They put me away for thirty years. Thirty years. Away from you. Away from our work. But they couldn't keep me forever. After all, I'm sane. They had to admit it. You see, everything... your extraordinary mind has been
seeking all these years... it's been inside you. Now, we will understand it. We will harness it.