Talbot:
See, I need your cells to trigger some chemical distress signals. You know, so you can turn a little green for me again, and I can carve off a piece of the real you, analyze it, patent it, make a fortune. Do you mind?
Bruce Banner:
I'll never let you.
Talbot:
I'm not sure you've got much of a choice.
[Talbot abuses Bruce]
Talbot:
Come on, Bruce. Aren't you feeling a little angry? After all, you've only got me to play with now that Betty's dumped you and gone back to Berkeley.
Bruce Banner:
You're lying!
Talbot:
You know, for me this is a win-win situation. You turn green, and all these guys come in and kill you and I perform the autopsy. You don't, and I mop the floor with you, and maybe by accident go too far and break your neck. Bad science, maybe, but personally gratifying.
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