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"Officer of the law, defense attorney. We're supposed to be enemies." "First of, we've been enemies since we were four, Brett, so let's not blame it on career choices. Secondly, I'm not a particularly good defense attorney."
"You don't necessarily show the best judgement when beautiful women are involved, Matt." "How would I even know if she's a beautiful woman?" "I don't know. It's kinda spooky, actually. But if there's a stunning woman with questionable character in the room, Matt Murdock's gonna find her and Foggy Nelson is gonna suffer."
"What are you still doin' here?" "Uh, I could ask you the same." "Yes, but I... am a partner at a prestigious law firm with very important documents needing to be documented so we can start generating some revenue. While you are... also very integral in your own special... I dug myself in too deep and I can't climb out." "You need a hand with that? "Please." "Oh, not gonna happen!"
"Marci, convincing my client to agree to your terms, that's your job and I'm not going to do it for you. See you think there are only two options, these tenants take the pay out and leave or leave without taking it, but given how long they've put up with Tully's bullshit, I think you're actually afraid that Mrs. Cardenas and her neighbours will find a way to get by."
"Foggy's not just anyone alright, he's a kick-ass attorney and sooner or later we're going to need one of those, and he just plain kicks ass." "When the need arises."
"What are we supposed to do, against somebody who owns everything, everyone. What can we do to someone like that?" "The only thing you can, you make them pay."
"Watch out evrybody! I'm blind Matt Murdock! Whoa." "Most- Most people just say Matt Murdock." "I look like most people?" "I don't know. I can't see you." "Well, at the moment that may be a blessing."
"Hey, how old were you when you had your first drink?" "Nine." "Nine? How much?" "My dad gave me a sip from his bottle of scotch." "Go dad!" "He didn't want my hands shaking while I stitched him up. He got cut pretty bad over his eye. Boxing match." "He win?" "No."
"Foggy? What are you doing?" "Well, I'm gonna steal as many bagels as I can fit in this box. With you as my partner, there's no telling when I'll be able to afford a real meal again."
"This city needs me in that mask Foggy." "Maybe you're right, maybe it does. But I don't, I only ever needed my friend. I wouldn't have kept this from you Matt, not from you." "You don't know that, you don't know that."
"And what? You got a crazy old lady with a story about a young Willy Fisk beating his dad with a hammer." "He beat his father to death." "He was twelve, forty something years ago."
"What you said last night, you were right. No matter what's going on between me and Matt, it doesn't change anything with Fisk. I'm gonna keep digging, you can't just run around killing people and call yourself a human being."
"Last time you went after Fisk I found you half dead, more than half. You go after him in the mask again he might kill you, or you might kill him while would probably have the same effect on someone as catholic as you are." "What am I supposed to do? How do I stop him?" "By using the law."
"You ever wake up in the morning from the second you get out of bed, it's like every molecule in your body hurts?" "No, never." "I'm in agony, dude." "What, did you go back to the gym?" "Hell, no. Do I look capable of making healthy life choices?"
"You know, Karen's been asking questions. The cuts, the scrapes, the bruises." "What do you tell her?" "You have a drinking problem." "That's horrible." "Well, it's more plausible than you put on a devil suit and beat the shit out of strangers."
"What have we got?" "All right. Well, uh, Mr. Marino's dog was viciously beaten by his neighbour after the dog, um defiled the neighbour's statue of Saint Francis." ""Defiled"?" "Um, humped repeatedly until completion." "That's a dog I want to defend." "Oh, he's all yours, cowboy."
"I would say it's good to see you, but under the circumstances..." "Would you please step aside, sir?" "We got a couple of questions, Brett." "If you're here to chase ambulances, you might notice: there are none." "Any leads on what happened?" "Oh, you wanna know what went down? Read about it in the papers like everybody else." "We're not everybody else, my man." "Did you just say "my man"?"
"DA's going bat shit trying to figure it out. This isn't the first hit that matches this MO. Call it massive gang-on-gang overkill. Downtown office thinks we got new players in Hell's Kitchen, and whoever they are, we're talking some kind of paramilitary-type organization with the training, knowledge and hardware to take out half the city." "What do they want?" "That's what's driving the DA nuts. We don't know who they are. We just know who they're not." "I'd say they're definitely not fond of the Irish." "You think?"
" What are we stepping into?" "I don't know. I think I can rattle some cages, see who talks but, uh..." "Did you even listen to Brett? We're talking about a squad of trained killers loose on the streets. Not the kind of guys you challenge to a fist fight in your underwear." "Hey! It's not underwear, Foggy. Underwear is comfortable." "You're a lot of things. Bulletproof is not one of them."
"You told us the Irish were attacked by a whole gang of guys. I'm pretty sure the word you used was "army". You want to tell me why I'm now hearing this is all being done by one man?" "Look, I didn't know you guys were." "Who does he work for?" "I got no idea!" "Well, what do you know?" "I know he's a sociopath, that's what. I mean, yeah, fine I heard the rumors, okay, but I didn't think... I thought it was ridiculous, okay? Ten, 20 guys could be mowed down at a time. And with precision? You know, tactically. Every hit was like some kind of SEAL Team Six. Then people started saying it was one guy doing all that. One man? I thought it was a ghost story. Some campfire shit you tell freshies to make 'em crap their pants. But now...You saw. That guy was the Grim Reaper."
"The DA's office says the shooter's independent. Vigilante type, targeting different crime families. And not in a Daredevil way. In a Death Wish way." "Holy shit." "Yeah. Daredevil kicks ass, this whole city cheers like we just won the World Series. But this guy? He does it, and the streets get bloody. Makes everybody stop and think twice about the whole "hero" proposition."
"Really? You're using my client as bait for the Punisher?" "Probably the first useful thing your client's ever done in his life." "Oh, I'm gonna have so much fun suing you."
"Every time I walk up those stairs, I wonder if today's the day you're dead in your living room." "I'm not gonna stop, Foggy. Not anytime soon. And to be honest, I'm done apologizing to you for who I am."
"The law firm of Hogarth, Chao and Benowitz is at your disposal. In case you need help starting over." "I'm not starting over, Mr. Nelson. I'm moving forward." "People call me Foggy." "And you let them?"
