Norman Osborn:
You've taken your eye off the ball...
[Harry looks around, wondering who said that; he walks slowly towards his father's portrait and gazes hard at it, and then all his memories return with a crash]
Norman Osborn:
Remember me!
Harry Osborn:
Yes, Father. I remember.
Norman Osborn:
I was right about you, about Peter... about everything. You know what you must do. Make him suffer, make him wish he were dead. First, we attack his heart!
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