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]

Daredevil: Hey, how ya doing?
Jose Quesada: [Being strangled by the billy-club cable] Didn't you hear? I was acquitted.
Daredevil: Not by me.
Jose Quesada: Who made you judge?
Daredevil: Wh - You did.

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.

[Being pulled up from the hotel balcony] Watch it, you fuckhead! You'll pull my arm out!

Womack

Agent Paxton: Now you tell me I'm on a need-to-know basis. And I'm telling you right now, I need to who the fuck John Mason is, right now sir!
Womack: You want to know? Okay. 1962: J. Edgar Hoover is the head of the FBI, some say the country. It's no secret that he kept secret files on prominent Americans and Europeans. De Gaulle, British members of Parliament, even the Prime Minister. I mean, this guy had dirt on everybody in the world.
Agent Paxton: Yeah, I know all of the cloak and dagger stories. Where does Mason fit in?
Womack: Mason was the British operative who stole the files, but our Bureau agents caught him at the Canadian border. Of course, the British claimed that they never heard of him. So we held him without trial until he gave up the microfilm. But he never did.
Agent Paxton: Well, I'm surprised Hoover didn't use his daughter as leverage.
Womack: Hoover was dead in '72, she wasn't born yet. Today... it's a different Bureau.
Agent Paxton: So, you held this guy without trial his whole life. No wonder he's pissed.
Womack: This man knows our most intimate secrets from the last half century! The alien landing at Roswell, the truth behind the J.F.K. assassination. Mason's angry, he's lethal, he's a trained killer... and he is the only hope that we have got.

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