Spider-Man: Far from Home
Spider-Man: Far from Home

Happy Hogan: [after throwing a shield like Captain America at a drone but misses badly] How does Cap do that?

Spider-Man: Far from Home
Spider-Man: Far from Home

Mysterio: Fury asked me to check you were OK.
Peter Parker: That was nice.
Mysterio: You do have sarcasm on this world, don't you?

Spider-Man: Far from Home
Spider-Man: Far from Home

Nick Fury: Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown. Stark said you wouldn't get that because it's not a Star Wars reference.

Spider-Man: Far from Home
Spider-Man: Far from Home

Mysterio: You are just a scared little kid in a sweatsuit. I created Mysterio to give the world someone to believe in. I control the truth; Mysterio *is* the truth!

Spider-Man: Far from Home
Spider-Man: Far from Home

Spider-Man: Excuse me, sir! I can help! Let me help! I'm really strong and I'm... sticky!

Spider-Man: Far from Home
Spider-Man: Far from Home

Peter Parker: Happy, is that you?
Happy Hogan: Is it me? Yeah, of course it's me!
Peter Parker: Stop! Tell me something only you would know!
Happy Hogan: Only I would know... Uh... Remember when we went to Germany? You pay-per-viewed a video in your room? They didn't list the titles but I could tell by the

price that it was an adult film at the front desk, and you didn't know how I knew...
Peter Parker: Ok ok! Stop!

Spider-Man: Far from Home
Spider-Man: Far from Home

MJ: You know, Susan Yang thinks you're a male escort.
Peter Parker: What? No! Of course I'm not a male escort.
MJ: Well then you're Spider-Man.

Spider-Man: Far from Home
Spider-Man: Far from Home

MJ: Want to go in, on a pair?
Peter Parker: You mean like sit next to each other?
MJ: Yeah.
Nick Fury: [in Peter's earpiece] Parker, you in position?
Peter Parker: No...
MJ: [Thinks Peter is rejecting her] Okay... no?
Nick Fury: [In

Peter's Earpiece] Why the hell not?

Spider-Man: Far from Home
Spider-Man: Far from Home

Mr. Dell: I came for science. I'm leaving 'cause of witches. Welcome to the new dark ages!

Spider-Man: Far from Home
Spider-Man: Far from Home

May Parker: Let's go. Where are your bags? Oh right! They got blown up.

Spider-Man: Far from Home
Spider-Man: Far from Home

May Parker: Hungry?
[May throws a banana at Peter and hits him in the face]
May Parker: You can dodge bullets but not bananas?
May Parker: I thought that you could sense that with your Peter-Tingle.
Peter Parker: Please stop saying "Tingle", May.

Spider-Man: Far from Home
Spider-Man: Far from Home

Happy Hogan: [To the children he is protecting] No-one dies on my watch.

Spider-Man: Far from Home
Spider-Man: Far from Home

Nick Fury: How's the suit?
Peter Parker: It's a little tight around the ol' web-shooter.

Spider-Man: Far from Home
Spider-Man: Far from Home

Mr. Harrington: Did I tell you how my wife pretended to blip out? Turns out she ran off with a guy in her hiking group. We had a fake funeral for her and everything... Well the funeral was real. 'Cause we thought she was really dead.

Spider-Man: Far from Home
Spider-Man: Far from Home

Nick Fury: Beck! What's your four?
Quentin Beck: Hey William, I need a response!
William Ginter Riva: It's all the elementals they've all merged into something...
Quentin Beck: It's something else! Something more powerful! It's storing energy from the earth's core!
Nick Fury: [to Maria]

See now that's some bullshit.

Spider-Man: Far from Home
Spider-Man: Far from Home

Peter Parker: You can't trick me anymore.

Spider-Man: Far from Home
Spider-Man: Far from Home

Betty Brant: I would totally kiss you but I think I just threw up in my mouth a little.
Ned Leeds: I- I might have a mint.

Spider-Man: Far from Home
Spider-Man: Far from Home

Peter Parker: Uh, I have like a sixth sense.
Happy Hogan: The Peter-Tingle!

Spider-Man: Far from Home
Spider-Man: Far from Home

Ned Leeds: [to MJ after she finds out Spider-Man's identity] So, you know too. It's cool. I mean, I've known first and I've known longer but, it's not a competition.

Spider-Man: Far from Home
Spider-Man: Far from Home

Flash Thompson: Yo, Parker! This is called an airplane. It's like the buses you're used to, except that it flies over the poor neighborhoods instead of driving through them.