Well, you got me pal

Johnny Storm:
We wouldn't even be in this position if I wasn't such a complete screw up. Ben Grimm:
Hey, you're not a complete screw-up. A 'partial' screw-up, maybe. Johnny Storm:
Thanks. Ben Grimm:
Look, there's nothing you and me can do now. It's all up to the eggheads. Johnny Storm:
You think Reed's right? That this might really be the end of the world? Ben Grimm:
He's never wrong about stuff like this. Johnny Storm:
[after a long silence]
You know, I'm not a very deep kinda guy... Ben Grimm:
[mocking Johnny's attempt at a sincere tone]
No? Johnny Storm:
I'm just saying, [lowers voice] Johnny Storm:
if we can't stop this, if it's really the end of the world... how are you going to spend your last few minutes? Ben Grimm:
[stares into his empty pitcher and thinks about the question]
Part of me would like to go out fighting. [pauses for a second] Ben Grimm:
But to tell you the truth, I think I'd like to spend my last few minutes holding onto Alicia. Johnny Storm:
[absentmindedly]
That sounds good to me. [notices Ben's jealous stare, realizes what he said, and tries to backtrack; he begins to stammer] Johnny Storm:
Not holding onto Alicia, because she's your girlfriend, not mine. I have no interest in her whatsoever. [sees Ben's look getting worse] Johnny Storm:
Not that she's not attractive, because she is. 'So' attractive. I mean, who wouldn't want to... [the glass pitcher shatters in Ben's hand] Johnny Storm:
What I meant, is that it's just nice to have somebody. Ben Grimm:
Well, you got me pal