- Matt Murdock: 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.
- [Wilson Fisk is staring at a painting in an art gallery - it is made up of layers of textured white]
- Vanessa Marianna: There's an old children's joke. You hold up a white piece of paper and you ask, "What's this?" A rabbit in a snowstorm. You interested or just looking?
- Wilson Fisk: Interested.
- Vanessa Marianna: People always ask me how can we charge so much for what amounts to gradations of white. I tell them it's not about the artist's name or the skill required, not even about the art itself. All that matters is "How does it make you feel?"
- Wilson Fisk: It makes me feel alone.
- Mr. Prohashka: It used to be if you killed a man you sent his wife flowers. Now they just send his wife with him.
- Matt Murdock: You're the one that keeps saying we need real clients.
- Foggy Nelson: That's not a client, it's a shark in a skin suit.
- Foggy Nelson: [after Wesley leaves the office] What is your problem?
- Matt Murdock: He wouldn't even give us his name, Foggy.
- Foggy Nelson: You wouldn't care if you could see the zeroes on this check.
- Matt Murdock: Yeah, maybe you would if you couldn't.
- James Wesley: The situation is under control, Leland.
- Leland Owlsley: You've lost your strong-arm and the tape. You got nothing on juror eight now.
- James Wesley: She's only a piece of the puzzle.
- Leland Owlsley: You ever try putting a puzzle together with a piece missing? It's damned aggravating. I don't see why we're going through all of this anyway. Just get rid of Healy the way you got rid of the other guy. They find him hanging in his cell, boom-boom, case closed.
- James Wesley: Rance, Fisher, McClintock, Farnum. We've been leaving a trail of bodies lately, and trails eventually lead somewhere. This... this needed to be handled quietly, within the confines of the law.
- Leland Owlsley: So you hire a couple of back-door shysters? I know a hundred defense attorneys with more experience than Heckle and Jeckle.
- James Wesley: It's not their experience that matters. They just opened shop and they're completely clean. Say that about any of the other hundred you know? Huh? Two lawyers... above reproach. Self-defense. No questions, no trail.
- Leland Owlsley: There's too much light shining on this. I can't move on Prohaszka's holdings until the glare is off.
- James Wesley: Get the papers ready. And let my employer worry about the rest.
- Karen Page: Excuse me, Mr. Urich?
- Ben Urich: So they tell me.
- Karen Page: I read your article.
- Ben Urich: About the subway line?
- Karen Page: Uh... about Union Allied Construction. I, um... I think there's more to the story, if you're interested.
- John Healy: You think this is still about you? I gave up his name. You don't do that, not to him. He'll find me... and make an example... and then he'll find everyone I've ever cared about... and do the same to them... so that no one ever does what I just did. You should have just killed me. You coward.
- Father Lantom: You're Jack Murdock's kid, aren't you?
- [noticing his skittish reaction]
- Father Lantom: It's all right. Seal of confession. Anything you said during the sacrament of penance stays between us. Could've killed ten people, I couldn't tell anyone.
- Matt Murdock: That seem fair to you?
- Father Lantom: Is what it is.
- Mitchell Ellison: Got a minute to talk about next week's spread?
- Ben Urich: Already working on it.
- Mitchell Ellison: Another organized crime thing?
- Ben Urich: All of Hell's Kitchen. There's a new player on the scene. No one knows who it is or what they want. Everybody's scrambling.
- Mitchell Ellison: Your assignment's the city desk, Ben.
- Ben Urich: This is the city. No one else is on this yet. I'm the only one who sees it.
- Mitchell Ellison: It's not sexy.
- Ben Urich: We're a newspaper, Ellison, not a girly mag.
- Mitchell Ellison: You know that's not what I meant, and nobody calls them that anymore.
- Ben Urich: It's not just the Russians. I think maybe the Union Allied scandal might tie into this.
- Mitchell Ellison: Right, a-and you remember what that exposé did for circulation? Dick with a side of "who gives a shit?".
- Ben Urich: There used to be a time when the people in this building wrote the hell out of the news.
- Mitchell Ellison: Everybody we know... is making twice what we are writing for blogs, working from home in their underwear. We're hanging on by our fingertips, Ben. You really wanna be greasing that ledge?
- Foggy Nelson: We need better Wi-Fi.
- Matt Murdock: We need better everything.
- Foggy Nelson: Let's do that. Let's win cases, be popular, and make money!
- Matt Murdock: Not about that, Foggy.
- Foggy Nelson: I know. But it could be. Just a little? A smidge?