MJ
Shut up, Ned.
NED
No, it’s not real.
MJ
Shut up...
NED
I mean, there’s magicians and
stuff. But there’s no, like--
MJ
Stop talking... stop. Stop!
MJ turns to Webb-Verse Peter.
MJ (CONT'D)
Prove it.
WEBB-VERSE PETER
Prove what?
MJ
That you’re Peter Parker.
WEBB-VERSE PETER
I don’t carry an I.D. with me. You
know, it kind of defeats the whole
“anonymous superhero” thing.
MJ throws a yema roll at him. She takes a defensive stance.
WEBB-VERSE PETER (CONT'D)
...Why’d you do that?
MJ
I was trying to see if you have the
tingle thing.
WEBB-VERSE PETER
I have the tingle thing, just not
for bread.
As she picks up another yema roll--
WEBB-VERSE PETER (CONT'D)
Can you not throw the bread again?
You’re a deeply mistrusting
person... and I respect it.
He JUMPS up and sticks one hand on the ceiling. Hanging
there, feet off of the ground.