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The devil of Hell’s Kitchen or is known mostly as known as Daredevil is a fictional superhero appearing in Marvel Comics. Our favourite Stan Lee and artist Bill Everett along with Jack Kirby created Daredevil. The first comic appearance of Daredevil was in the issue Daredevil#1 published in April 1964. He is also known by the name “Man Without Fear”.
Matt Murdock, a little boy with a helping heart, pushes an old man out of the path of the oncoming out of control truck, from which a radioactive substance falls on him. This accident blinds him, but his other senses are enhanced to a superhuman level giving him a radar-like sense. Jack Murdock, father of Matt, is a boxer in the crime-ridden city of Hell’s Kitchen, a single man rising his blind son is killed by gangsters after breaking a deal with them. Young Matt is orphaned and after some years wanting to get revenge becomes daredevil fighting against many villains, such as Bullseye and Kingpin. He also becomes a lawyer after graduating from Columbia Law School with his best friend, roommate, Franklin “Foggy” Nelson, they both open a small law firm named as “Nelson and Murdock” after returning to Hell’s Kitchen.
Daredevil’s abilities include superhuman senses, echo locative radar sense. Other than his abilities daredevil is a skilled acrobat, martial artist and a stick fighter. Daredevil’s weapon is a billy club specially designed for his abilities. The first costume daredevil used was a yellow, dark red costume which he eventually changed to a full dark red costume with horns to indicate the devil.
Daredevil has appeared in many of the media and video games, animated series and merchandise. The first portrayal of this character was in a live action film “The Trail of the Incredible Hulk” by Rex Smith in 1989 and then by Ben Affleck in the film Daredevil in 2003. Recently the character was portrayed by Charlie Cox in the TV series Daredevil which had two seasons and was produced by the Marvel Television, which also produced the Defenders series where daredevil appeared with his superhero friends, for the Marvel Cinematic Universe.
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“There are no heroes, no villains. Just people with different agendas.”
“Time and distance, they afford a certain clarity.”
“How do you know the angel and the devil inside me aren’t the same thing?”
“That’s what makes him dangerous. Living in the shadows, no one knowing who he is.”
“There’s one thing in this world that makes me feel more alive. And that’s you.”
“Claire: Okay, but what does that look like? Like, what do you actually see?”
Matt: A world on fire.
Claire: If all I saw was fire, I’d probably want to hit people too.”
“I play the long game. When I’m finally let out of this cage, it won’t be to wage war. It will be to win one.”
“It’s painful, raising children. We spend our lives teaching them to be strong, to be independent. Not realizing that once we have achieved that they are no longer in our control.”
“People that can hurt you, the ones that can really hurt you, are the ones that are close enough to do it.”
“Another man’s evil does not make you good. Men have used the atrocities of their enemies to justify their own throughout history.”
“You don’t get what you want by day. You take it by force at night. This is who you are, Matthew. And don’t fool yourself into thinking it’s anything else.”
“Growing to love something is really simply forgetting slowly what you dislike about it.”
“I realized that this city was a part of me, that it was in my blood. And I would do anything to make it a better place for people like you.”
“This may come as a surprise to you, but I’ve actually moved on in the ten years since you left. I’m seeing someone now, which is only part of the reason why I have zero interest in ever starting anything up with you ever again.”
“Matt: Hey, Foggy, can I get some aspirin?
Foggy: You sure you don’t want an x-ray? Maybe a psych eval?
Matt: An aspirin’s fine, buddy.”
“The only thing I know without a doubt is you don’t get to be the man at the top without making enemies looking to tear you down to the ground.”
“Man cannot be both savior and oppressor, light and shadow. One has to be sacrificed for the other. Choose and choose wisely. Or others shall choose for you.”
“This city, it stinks. It’s a sewer. It stinks and it smells like shit and I can’t get the stink out of my nose. I think that this world, it needs men that are willing to make the hard call.”
“Daredevil: You shot up a hospital.”
“Castle: Yeah, and nobody got hurt who didn’t deserve it.”
“I’m not trying to be a hero. I’m just a guy that got fed up with men like you and I decided to do something about it.”
“I’m not seeking penance for what I’ve done, I’m asking forgiveness…for what I’m about to do.”
“Keep going like this, you just might end up happy. And for a Catholic boy, that’s a pretty dangerous thing.”
“Everyone warned me that prison would be an inhumane environment. It is. But I find it refreshing. The perfect microcosm of the animal world. When an animal wants something, when it needs something, other things need to be stepped on.”
“There is goodness in people, even in you.”
“The only thing I ever saw stop a thug mid-fight was a bigger thug.”
“The law couldn’t do anything to help that little girl. But I could.”
“I can’t see, not like everyone else, but I can feel. Things like balance and direction. Micro-changes in air density, vibrations, blankets of temperature variations. Mix all that with what I hear, subtle smells. All of the fragments form a sort of impressionistic painting.”
“I fear that the path you’ve chosen isn’t going to be an easy one.”
“We need heroes.”
“When I was a kid, before the accident, I’d lay awake at night listening to the sirens. I liked to put stories to them. Trying to figure out what they were for, ambulance or cops, robbery or fire. I don’t know, just a stupid game. But after I lost my sight, after my abilities developed, I realized how many sirens there actually were, how much this city suffered every single night.”
“I’m not a religious man, but I’ve read bits and pieces over the years. Curiosity more than faith. But this one story… There was a man, he was traveling from Jerusalem to Jericho when he was set upon by men of ill intent. They stripped the traveler of his clothes, they beat him, and they left him bleeding in the dirt. And a priest happened by, saw the traveler, but he moved to the other side of the road and continued on. And a Levite, a religious functionary, he came to the place, saw the dying traveler, but he, too, moved to the other side of the road, passed him by. But then came a man from Samaria, a Samaritan, a good man. He saw the traveler bleeding in the road and he stopped to aid him without thinking of the circumstance or the difficulty it might bring him. The Samaritan tended to the traveler’s wounds, applying oil and wine, and he carried him to an inn, gave him all the money he had for the owner to take care of the traveler, as the Samaritan, he continued on his journey. He did this simply because the traveler was his neighbor. He loved his city and all the people in it. I always thought that I was the Samaritan in that story. It’s funny, isn’t it? How even the best of men can be deceived by their true nature.”
“Look into your own eyes and tell me you are not heroic, that you have not endured, or suffered… or lost the things you care about most. And yet, here you are… a survivor of Hell’s Kitchen… the hottest place anyone’s ever known. A place where cowards don’t last long. So… you must be a hero. We all are. Some more than others, but none of us alone. Some bloody their fists trying to keep the Kitchen safe. Others bloody the streets in the hope they can stop the tide, the crime, the cruelty… the disregard for human life all around them. But this is Hell’s Kitchen. Angel or Devil, rich or poor, young or old, you live here. You didn’t choose this town. It chose you. Because a hero isn’t someone who lives above us, keeping us safe. A hero’s not a God or an idea. A hero lives here on the street, among us, with us. Always here, but rarely recognized. Look in the mirror and see yourself for what you truly are. You’re a New Yorker. You are a hero. This is your Hell’s Kitchen. Welcome home.”
“Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, forgive me if I seem distracted. I’ve been preoccupied of late with, uh, questions of morality. Of right and wrong, good and evil. Sometimes the delineation between the two is a sharp line. Sometimes it’s a blur, and often it’s like pornography: you just know when you see it. A man is dead. I don’t mean to make light of that, but these questions… these questions are vital ones because they tether us to each other, to humanity. Not everyone feels this way. Not everyone sees the sharp line, only the blur. A man is dead. Um, a man is dead. And my client, John Healy, took his life. This is not in dispute. It is a matter of record, of fact, and facts have no moral judgment. They merely state what is. Not what we think of them, not what we feel. They just are. What was in my client’s heart when he took Mr. Prohaszka’s life, whether he is a good man or something else entirely, is irrelevant. These questions of good and evil, as important as they are, have no place in a court of law. Only the facts matter. My client claims he acted in self-defense. Mr. Prohaszka’s associates have refused to make a statement regarding the incident. The only other witness, a frightened young woman, has stated that my client was pleasant and friendly, and that she only saw the struggle with Mr. Prohaszka after it had started. Those are the facts. Based on these and these alone, the prosecution has failed to prove beyond a reasonable doubt that my client was not acting solely in self-defense. And those, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, are the facts. My client, based purely on the sanctity of the law which we’ve all sworn an oath to uphold, must be acquitted of these charges. Now, beyond that, beyond these walls… he may well face a judgement of his own making. But here, in this courtroom, the judgement is yours and yours alone.”
“Bullseye: I missed. He made me miss.”
“Bullseye: You’re good, baby. I’ll give you that. But me? I’m magic.”
“Matt Murdock/Daredevil: “As for Daredevil…well, soon the world will know the truth. That this is a city born of heroes, that one man can make a difference. Hell’s Kitchen is my neighborhood. I prowl the rooftops and alleyways at night, watching from the darkness. Forever in darkness. A guardian devil.
Matt Murdock/Daredevil: As for Daredevil…well, soon the world will know the truth. That this is a city born of heroes, that one man can make a difference. Hell’s Kitchen is my neighborhood. I prowl the rooftops and alleyways at night, watching from the darkness. Forever in darkness. A guardian devil.”
“Franklin Nelson: He paid in fluke. Fluke is a fish, Matt. Did you know that? Because I sure as hell didn’t.
Matt Murdock/Daredevil: Well, Mr. Chang is a nice guy, he doesn’t have a lot of money and he likes to go fishing on the weekends.
Franklin Nelson: Yeah, well I like to go salsa dancing on the weekends. But I don’t shake my ass to pay my phone bill. You know what I’m saying?”
“Bullseye: I never miss!”
“Kingpin: How’s your daughter?”
“Elektra: I want revenge
Elektra: You don’t know how I feel.
Matt Murdock/Daredevil: Revenge won’t make the pain go away. Trust me.”
“Kingpin: Send the guards home
Kingpin: Send the guards home.”
Wesley: But sir…
Kingpin: I was raised in the southside Bronx, Wesley. This is something you wouldn’t understand.”
“Matt Murdock/Daredevil: I’m not the bad guy
Matt Murdock/Daredevil: I’m not the bad guy, kid.”
“You were right… what you told me over the radio that night. Not everyone deserves a happy ending.”
“Karen: You don’t get to be the man on top without making enemies looking to tear you down. It’s just something Ben told me.
Matt: He’s right. You don’t.”
“Fisk: It’s funny, isn’t it? How even the best of men can be deceived by their true nature.
FBI Agent: What the hell does that mean?
Fisk: It means that I’m not the Samaritan. That I’m not the priest, or the Levite. That I am the ill intent who set upon the traveler on a road that he should not have been on.”
“Foggy: 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, which would probably have the same effect on someone as Catholic as you are.
Matt: What am I supposed to do? How do I stop him?
Foggy: By using the law, Matt. Like you told me and Karen to do. That’s how we take him down.
Matt: We? Though Nelson and Murdock were over.
Foggy: There’s nothing I want more that to find a way back to where we were, but I don’t know if we can.
Matt: No, we can’t. But maybe we can find a way to move forward, Foggy.”
“Leland: All right, okay, Jesus. I figured you’d find out sooner or later. What’s a guy gonna do?
Fisk: Wesley found out, didn’t he? He confronted you and you shot him.
Leland: I have no idea what happened to Wesley. I wasn’t a part of that.
Fisk: But you had something to do with the benefit, didn’t you? You and Gao? She’s gone, you’re stealing from me.
Leland: It’s not what you think.
Fisk: You tried to kill me.
Leland: The poisonings at the benefit were just to make it look like someone was trying to get at you. But you were never the target.
“Father Lantom: How you holding up?
Matt: Like a good Catholic boy.
Father Lantom: That bad, huh?
Matt: He was a good man. And he’s gone because I haven’t stopped what’s happening to this city.
Father Lantom: Can’t put that on yourself, Matthew. You’ve done everything you can. A lot you probably shouldn’t have.
Matt: And here we are.”
“Fisk: You went after my mother. That’s not something that I can forgive.
Ben: I wrote a lot of stories in my years pushing ink. You know how many times people have threatened me… get me to keep my mouth shut?
Fisk: But this is my mother… that you brought into this, Mr. Urich. My mother! So I am not here to threaten you. I’m here to kill you.”
“Fisk: I’ve made mistakes in the years since I was a boy. I tried to learn from them, but it isn’t always enough.
Ben: Get out of my house.
Fisk: I’ll leave. But first, I’d… I’d like to have a conversation with you. Off the record of course.”
“Leland: First, the attack at the benefit, now this? Somebody’s not happy.
Fisk: Nobu’s accounts… are they still active?
Leland: Yeah, but nothing’s been touched since he went up in smoke.
Fisk: And Gao?
Leland: You think this is her? No, my money’s on the Japanese. Maybe they found out about your little bonfire with their boss.
Fisk: You can go now, Leland.
Leland: Okay. But… whatever war you’re thinking about starting… don’t lose sight of the end game. Once Senator Cherryh has cleared the last of the zoning issues, you can tear down the rest of Hell’s Kitchen and build your better tomorrow. It’s a shame not everybody’ll be there to see it, but shit happens.
Fisk: Find out who did this to Vanessa and to Wesley.
Leland: I’ll see what I can shake loose. Just remember, uh… wind blows the hardest the closer you get to the mountaintop.”
“Claire: You know, the only thing I remember from Sunday school is the martyrs… the saints, the saviors… they all end up the same way. Bloody and alone.
Matt: I never said I was any of those.
Claire: You didn’t have to.”
“Matt: Did you speak to her, Fisk’s mother?
Karen: Yeah… she’s not all there, but Matt, what she said about Fisk… he killed his father… when he was 12. Bashed his head in with a hammer, and then she helped him cover it up.
Matt: Well, he was a minor. It’s not gonna be enough.
Karen: To put him in jail, no. But it doesn’t line up with everything that Fisk has been saying.”
“Foggy: Me and you, pal. We’re gonna have big, fancy offices one day, with steel and glass and chairs you don’t even know how to sit in. Murdock and Nelson, attorneys at law!
Matt: Nelson and Murdock. Sounds better.
Foggy: You think?
Matt: Yeah, trust me. I can’t see worth shit, but my hearing’s spectacular.
Foggy: Me and you, pal… We’re gonna do this. We’re gonna be the best damn avocados this city has ever seen. [both laugh]
Matt: Best damn avocados.”
“Matt: Excuse me, is this room 312?
Foggy: Yeah, who’re you looking for? Oh… uh, sorry.
Matt: What for?
Foggy: You’re blind, right?
Matt: Uh, yeah, so they tell me. I hope that won’t be a problem.
Foggy: Why would it? Oh! You’re my roomie!
Matt: Uh, Matt Murdock.
Foggy: Foggy Nelson.”
“Fisk: This city and its future… Seeing Hell’s Kitchen to its fullest potential is very important to me.
Matt: I feel the same way.”
“Matt: Do you believe in the Devil, Father?
Father Lantom: You mean… as a concept?
Matt: No. Do you believe he exists? In this world, among us.
Father Lantom: You want the short answer or the long one?
Matt: Just the truth.”
“Think of the man you wanna be. You sit here and you stare at that wall and you think about that. You’re my son. You should be a king, not some fat little pussy.”
“Fisk: You speak English.
Madame Gao: I speak many languages.
Fisk: How many?
Madame Gao: All of them.”
“It’s people like this that wanna keep you down. Keep you afraid. You have to show ’em that that can never happen. You gotta show ’em that you’re a man. Kick him. Don’t give me that look like your mother. You do what I tell you. Kick him. Kick him!”
“Matt: You promised me you weren’t gonna kill anyone.
Matt: Then what the hell was that back there?
Stick: The mission.
Matt: That’s what your war’s come to? Killing children?
Stick: That thing in the container was not a child.”
“Matt: Look, I don’t want you tearing up Hell’s Kitchen going after the yakuza.
Stick: Yakuza? You don’t know what’s going on in your own backyard. The guy that was yappin’ with that old man you slapped around, he’s pretty high up. He goes by a lot of names. Using Nobu this time around.
Matt: So, Nobu, you want him so bad, why’d you let him get away back in the garage?
Stick: I don’t want him. I want what’s on the ship he’s meeting at the docks tonight.
Matt: Right, Owlsley was talking about that. What’s Nobu bringing in? Drugs or something?
Stick: A weapon. They call it Black Sky, the bringer of shadows.”
“What Fisk did to me, he’ll do to you. And he will do it… to everyone you care about. Will you feel the same way then? Or will you be a man and do what you know you must do.”
“Fisk: Are you there? Can you hear me?
Daredevil: Who is this?
Fisk: I think you know. You’ve been asking about me. I thought it was time we spoke.
Daredevil: Say your name.
Fisk: You first. That’s what I thought. You and I have a lot in common.
Daredevil: We’re nothing alike.
Fisk: That’s what you’ll tell yourself.
Daredevil: You’re feeding off this city like a cancer.
Fisk: I want to save this city, like you… only on a scale that matters.”
“Matt: Don’t move. You’ve been shot.
Vladimir: [Speaking Russian]
Matt: That sounds pretty bad, but I don’t speak asshole.
Vladimir: I’m going to kill you for taking my brother’s head.
Matt: You got the wrong guy. I don’t kill people. Not even scumbags like you who deserve it.
Vladimir: You dropped Semyon off roof. Put him in coma.
Matt: Yeah… but he was still breathing, wasn’t he?”
“Blake: Well, what else you know about this guy?
Russian: Not much. No one even supposed to say his name. But I will tell you everything I know… for deal.
Blake: “For Deal.” Whose turn is it?
Blake: I thought I took it for that thing in the bodega?
Hoffman: Oh, shit, yeah. All right, wait, wait. Okay, go on. Watch out! Jeez, he’s going for my gun. He’s got my gun.
Blake: You really shouldn’t have said his name.”
“Claire: Lawyer by day, vigilante by night. The hell does that work?
Matt: Yeah, I’ll let you know when I figure it out.”
“You embarrassed me. You embarrassed me in front of her.”
“A woman that can be bought… isn’t worth having.”
“Anatoly: Tell us about the man who did this to you.”
Semyon: The devil. The devil.
Vladimir: Did you see anything? Semyon? Anything that could help us find him?
Semyon: There was a woman.”
“A man is dead. And my client, John Healey took his life. This is not in dispute. It is a matter of record… of fact… and facts have no moral judgement. They merely state what is. Not what we think of them, not what we feel. They just are. What was in my client’s heart when he took Mr. Prohaszka’s life, whether he is a good man or something else entirely, is irrelevant. These questions… of good and evil, as important as they are, have no place in a court of law. Only the facts matter.”
“I assure you, all my employer wants is for you to continue to be ethical, decent men; good lawyers. And for that, for nothing more than your exceptional skills and your discretion… you’ll be fairly compensated.”
“Daredevil: You knew which side you were on the moment you found me. Why’d you help me Claire?
Claire: I’m a nurse. Work the ER at Metro-General. A few weeks ago, cops bring in three men. Said they were robbing tourists, beating them up pretty bad. Apparently, a man in a black mask took issue with their activities and decided to step in. I counted nine broken bones between them. A few days after that, EMTs bring in a 19-year-old waitress, said some guy she knew waited for her after work in the parking lot, attacked her… tried to drag her in the alley. She said she screamed and screamed, and a man in a black mask heard her and he saved her life. So, yeah, word’s getting around.”
“Matt: There’s someone in the building, a man, going from door to door.
Claire: How do you know that?
Matt: Shh. He’s on the third floor already. Smells like Prima cigarettes and discount cologne.
Claire: You can smell a man on the third floor?
Matt: You’ll smell him soon enough. He really likes that cologne.”
“Claire: Are you going to listen to me this time?
Matt: Where am I?
Claire: You’re in my apartment.
Matt: Who are you?
Claire: I’m the lucky girl who pulled you out of the garbage.
Matt: You’ve seen my face.
Claire: Your outfit kind of sucks, by the way.
Matt: Yeah, it’s a work in progress.”
“Foggy: Not that I’m complaining, but you really should be thanking the nut in the mask.
Karen: He’s not a nut. I mean, he’s a little weird, maybe…
Matt: We’re just glad you’re okay.
Foggy: Hear, hear!”
“Daredevil: I’ll get this into the right hands.
Karen: No, you can’t. You can’t take it to the police. You can’t trust anyone.
Daredevil: Then we tell everyone.”
“Karen: Can I ask a personal question?
Matt: I haven’t always been blind.
Karen: I guess that’s what everyone wants to know.
Matt: That or, “How do you comb your hair?””
I’m not seeking penance for what I’ve done, Father. I’m asking for forgiveness… for what I’m about to do.”
“‘Man without fear’ (chuckles) Looks like I found something you’re afraid of. Let’s bring on the pain! Let’s bring on the noise!”
“As your attorney in this matter, I advise you to marry the woman immediately.”
“Business. That’s all it ever is, is business.”
“Can one man make a difference? There are days when I believe, and others when I have lost all faith.”
“Do you or do you not concede that there are alligators in the sewers? Please answer the question.”
“First one’s a warning…padre”
“Go ahead, fight me! I dare ya!” ~ bully
“He has to pay for what he’s done.”
“He… made me… miss.”
“Hey – that light at the end of the tunnel? Guess what? That’s not heaven. That’s the C train!”
“Hey, orphan – let’s play!”
“High above the city streets, I trained my body and my senses. An acute sense of touch gave me both strength and balance, until the city itself became my playground.” (as narrator)
“I had lost my sight, but I got something back in return. My remaining four senses functioned with superhuman sharpness. But most amazing of all, my sense of sound gave off a kind of radar sense.” (as narrator)
“I tried, Father. I tried. This is who I am.”
“I waited outside the Olympic for my father. In some ways, I’m still waiting. Nobody cared much about the death of a washed-up prizefighter… nobody but me.”
“Claire: You have X-ray fingers now?
Matt: I can hear your bones shift when you breathe. No grinding means nothing’s broken.
Claire: What does a hairline fracture sound like?
Matt: [pause] An old ship?
[they both smile]
Claire: How do you…I mean, I know that you’re blind, but you see so much. How?
Matt: I guess you have to think of it as more than just five senses. I can’t see, not like everyone else, but I can feel. Things like balance and direction. Micro-changes in air density, vibrations, blankets of temperature variations. Mix all that with what I hear, subtle smells. All of the fragments form a sort of impressionistic painting.
Claire: Okay, but what does that look like? Like, what do you actually see?
Matt: [pause] A world on fire.
Claire: If all I saw was fire, I’d probably want to hit people too.”
“Owlsley: Where are the Smiley Twins? Sleeping off another kidnapping?
Fisk: The Ranskahovs are no longer a part of this organization.
Owlsley: Since when?
Fisk: Since I removed Anatoly’s head with my car door.”
“Karen: [smacks the new photocopier in frustration] UGH! Gosh! You don’t make any sense!
Foggy: [amused] Whoa, be nice to it! You know, for when the machines take over.
Karen: [smiles] I can’t get any of this crap I bought to work!
Foggy: Bad time to mention the phones? All I hear when I try to dial is a bunch of clicks. Could be the machines plotting, but I don’t speak computer overlord.
Karen: No, it’s the rats.
Foggy: The who what now? [Matt comes in]
Karen: [scoffs] They chewed through the main line. Phone guy’s working on it now. Exterminator’s Monday.
Foggy: We have rats now? I’m never sleeping here again!
Matt: Then there’s an upside.”
“Vanessa: So why does a man like you feel alone?
Fisk: Nature of my business, I suppose.
Vanessa: And what kind of business is that?
Fisk: Rebuilding this city. I want to carve something beautiful out of its ugliness…set free its potential.
Vanessa: You sound like an artist.
Fisk: I’m just a man with a dream.
Vanessa: What do you think an artist is? [indicating his cufflinks] Are those the only ones you have? You were wearing them last time.
Fisk: They were my father’s. I wear them every day to remember him.
Vanessa: Did he pass?
Fisk: When I was a boy. May I ask you something now?
Vanessa: I’d say you’ve earned it.
Fisk: What kind of gun is that you have in your purse?
Vanessa: It’s a .22.
Fisk: Did you think you would need that tonight?
Vanessa: We’ve been sitting here talking for hours and you’re going to insult me like I have no idea what you really do?
Fisk: What I said about what I want for this city is the truth. But money and influence is not enough to usher change on such a scale. Sometimes it requires force.
Vanessa: I know you’re a dangerous man. That’s why I brought a gun to a dinner date.
Fisk: Would you like to leave?
Vanessa: No. I’d like a reason to stay.
Fisk: I’ve done things that I’m not proud of, Vanessa. I’ve hurt people and I’m going to hurt more. It’s impossible to avoid for what I’m trying to do. But I take no pleasure in it, in cruelty. But this city isn’t a caterpillar. It doesn’t spin a cocoon and wake up a butterfly. A city crumbles and fades. It needs to die before it can be reborn.
Vanessa: So I don’t need the gun?
Fisk: No. By my side is the safest place that you could ever be.
Claire: Why don’t you go to the police with all that you have on the Russians?
Matt: I wear a mask and beat on people. Doesn’t exactly mesh with police policy.”
“Foggy: [Watching footage of the explosion] Jesus, look at this. It’s like a war zone out there. We better call Matt and make sure he’s okay. [Takes out his phone]
Karen: Foggy, you’re bleeding.
Foggy: Huh? [looks and notices that his shirt is indeed soaked with blood] Oh, that explains it.
Karen: Explains what?
Foggy: The stabbing pain in my side.”
“[Matt needs to treat Vladimir’s bullet wound, so he calls Claire]
Matt: I need your help. I found someone who has intel on what I’ve been looking for, but he’s been shot.
Claire: So call 911!
Matt: Can’t. Police are the ones that shot him. I’m thinking they’d like a crack at finishing the job.
Claire: Do you want me to come out to you? In all this?
Matt: No. I want you to walk me through stabilizing him.
Claire: It’s not as easy as it looks in the movies, you know?
Matt: I don’t really go to the movies. I like records, though.”
“Fisk: You and I have a lot in common.
Matt: We’re nothing alike.
Fisk: That’s what you’ll tell yourself.
Matt: You’re feeding off this city like a cancer.
Fisk: I want to save this city, like you. Only on a scale that matters.
Matt: Now tell that to the people you’ve hurt.
Fisk: Young man, life is not a fairy tale. Not everyone deserves a happy ending.”