Franklin "Foggy" Nelson: Your client, Mr. Lee, he made his first payment.
Matt Murdock: Oh, that's great, you should be very happy.
Franklin "Foggy" Nelson: Yes, it's fantastic.
[pause]
Franklin "Foggy" Nelson: He paid in *fluke.* Fluke is a *fish,* Matt. Did you know that? 'Cause I sure as hell didn't.
Matt Murdock: Mr. Lee is a good man, and... he doesn't have a lot of money, and he goes fishing on the weekends, so I guess...
Franklin "Foggy" Nelson: Yeah, and I go salsa dancing on the weekends, but I don't shake my ass to pay my phone bill, you know what I'm sayin'?

Franklin 'Foggy' Nelson: I hate to bring it up again, but I spent 3,000 dollars on that seeing eye dog...
Matt Murdock: I didn't ask you for the dog ; I didn't want a dog!
Franklin 'Foggy' Nelson: Can I tell you something else? Seeing eye dogs bond for life - Yours ran away. What does that tell you about how emotionally available you are?
Matt Murdock: [laughs]

John McClane: You would have made a pretty good cowboy yourself, Hans.
Hans Gruber: What was it you said to me earlier? "Yippie-kay-ya, motherfucker."

Fisk: You know, I've learned one thing in all my years in this business.
Matt Murdock: What's that?
Fisk: Nobody's innocent. Nobody.

Jose Quesada: What do *you* want?
Daredevil: Justice.

Bullseye: He... made me... miss.
Kingpin: You know what they say, too much pride can kill a man.

[while holding a razor to Jackie Boy's face]
Dwight: I'm Shellie's new boyfriend and I'm out of my mind. If you so much as talk to her or even think her name, I'll cut you in ways that'll make you useless to a woman.
Jack Rafferty: You're making a big mistake, man. A *big* mistake.
Dwight: You made a big mistake yourself... you didn't flush.

Ronnie: Remember - we don't have to deliver every last inch of the man, Brian!
Brian: You're right, Ronnie - lend us your knife.

Cardinal Roark: Kevin? Is that you?
Marv: [holding up Kevin's severed head] What's left of him, anyway. The dog ate the rest.

Cardinal Roark: Will that bring you satisfaction, my son? Killing a helpless, old, fart?
Marv: Killing? No. No satisfaction. Everything up until the killing, will be a gas.

The fire has been called off my friend. So you might as well come out and join the others. I promise I won't hurt you.

Tony

Drycoff: What's up?
Det. Roland Castlebeck: What's the story with that HumVee?
Drycoff: Gone.
Det. Roland Castlebeck: Cadillac?
Drycoff: Same. Where we goin'?
Det. Roland Castlebeck: The only '67 Shelby in the area is registered at a place called the International Towers in Long Beach.
Drycoff: Let's go to Long Beach.

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