Fantastic Four

Turn it off, please.
I don't think I have explained
my proposal fully.

No, I think you have.
Same old Reed, always stretching,
reaching for the stars...

with the weight of the world on his back.
But dreams don't pay the bills, do they?
You remember, when we were in school
we talked about working together.

Well, that's what I was about to explain.
The storm is deadly.
But the shields on
your station's control room...

are designed to protect
any occupants inside.

So it's not just my money you want.
It's my toys.
Tell me, if NASA doesn't trust you,
then why should I?

That's my job, to stay a step ahead.
To know what other men don't.
I can't take this.
Ben, this is business, just work.
He's right, Ben. It is just business.
I think you both know my Director
of Genetic Research, Susan Storm.

One more thing he's got.
- Hey, Susie.
- Hey.

It's so nice to see you. How's Debbie?
- Great.
- Great.

- How have you been?
- Never better.

This isn't going to be a problem, is it?
- No.
- Not at all.

Then you're just in time
to hear the great Reed Richards...

ask me for help.
You know, you made a lot of folks at MIT
feel like a junior high science fair.

So you'll excuse me
if I savor the moment.

You back this mission and I'll sign over
a fair percentage of any application...

The number's 75%.
And its applications and patents.
- What about his first-born?
- Ben...

Come on.
25% of a billion is enough
to keep the lights on for a while, isn't it?

Maybe even pay off your fourth mortgage
on the Baxter Building.