Hilary: All right. Let's make this fast. "Spider-Man. By Stan Lee." The yellow box says: "High above Manhattan." And Spider-Man goes, "My spider-sense is buzzing like a beehive."
Will: Uh, his Highness would like you to describe everything in the picture.
Hilary: Can't you just look at it?
Will: Uncle Phil!
Hilary: I was just asking.
Will: He's sitting on the edge of some stupid building and there are, like, wavy lines coming out of his head so he's hot, or his head smells or something. Anyway...
Will: Hilary. That's his spidey-sense.
Hilary: Okay. There's also something gross coming out of his wrist. Is this the guy you don't want to be standing next to at a party, or what?