F-22 Pilot: I think I can come back around for a gun attack.
Ross: Acquire a clear target, fire at will.
Security Guard: As far as I'm concerned, security ought to be beefed - Good morning, Dr. Krenzler! Security ought to be beefed up a lot more. In a place like this, you can't be too careful.
Bruce Banner: You know what scares me the most? When it happens, when it comes over me... and I totally lose control, I like it.
Bruce Banner: Listen to your father and take your medicines, okay?
Father: Dogs! Go! Go get her! And let nothing stand in your way! Go!
Father: And don't worry about the dogs. You'll be fine... just don't look 'em in the eyes.
Young David Banner: What's it gonna be? Oh, look at that, Bruce. Huh? Want a dinosaur? Come on, let's have a little fight. Come on. Rrrr, you don't scare me. That's a delicious eyeball. Oh, you're big and green and scary. I'm gonna run away.
Ross: You are cleared to fire on target, Legend.
Ross: Gentlemen, release.
F-22 Pilot: Gamma charge away.
Tank Commander: Driver, stop. Driver, stop. Gunner, traverse left! Traverse left!
Young David Banner: There's simply no way to shield against every weaponized agent. Instead, I can make super immune systems by strengthening the human cellular response.
Young Ross: Banner, I know where you're going, but manipulating the immune system is dangerous and stupid. The President's science advisors made it absolutely clear: no human subjects.
Betty Ross: Bruce, you were going to die. And I was standing there, helpless, knowing you were going to die.
Bruce Banner: You want to go to the review board on Monday and tell them we have developed a brand new method for exploding frogs?
Betty Ross: I think there's a market for it. I mean, what if there's a plague?
Bruce Banner: What have you had, Betty, like one beer?
Betty Ross: I'm... I'm just saying... frogs start falling from the sky... who do they come to? We'll be world renowned.
Talbot: You know, consciously, you may control it, but subconsciously, I bet that's another story.
Young David Banner: Sweet dreams.
Father: We're going to have to watch that temper of yours.
Father: How little you understand, Miss Ross. And how dangerous your ignorance has become.
Betty Ross: I'm sorry?
Father: Don't be sorry. My son is... unique. That's why you can't relate to him. And because he is unique, the world will not tolerate his existence. Will they? But you - you try. Don't you?