“Evening…Mark-o,” the Joker says. 

“This is my movie. Get your own. Obey.” said the Sandman. 

“You know it’s always been amazing to me how somebody so big and imposing couldn’t even carry a third of a movie.”

“You died in your apartment. There was hype. They got rich.”

“Why are you even here, Mister Marko? This is the mob’s money. There’s no mob in the Spider-man movies.”

“My daughter was sick. I need the money. I promised I’d get it.”

“See that’s exactly my point, Sandman,” the Joker told him. “Your daughter’s sick and you need to help her. That’s no criminal.”

“I rob banks. I loot trucks. I’m a criminal.”

“Alright…so let me get this straight,” said the Joker. “You steal money to help a dying daughter.”

“I said it before. I said it again. The Joker’s deaf,” Sandman retorted.

“And that makes you the best fit for a villain in a popcorn movie?”

“Dark Knight had drama. It had talking. People went.”

“So one more time just to get this straight…if Spider-Man wins against you in a fight, succeeds in thwarting the robbery and saves the day…a little girl dies?”