- Claire Temple: How do you... I mean, I know that you're blind, but you see so much. How?
- Matt Murdock: 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 Temple: Ok, but what does that look like? Like what do you actually see?
- Matt Murdock: A world on fire.
- Claire Temple: Matt, wait, just... What are you going to do?
- Matt Murdock: Whatever it takes.
- Claire Temple: You know how that sounds, right? Um, you know, when we were on that roof you told that Russian... that you hurt people because you enjoy it.
- Matt Murdock: And you said you didn't believe that.
- Claire Temple: I can't believe that. Because if I do, that means you're not the man... that I believe you to be.
- Matt Murdock: I need to be the man this city needs.
- Claire Temple: What do you do?
- Matt Murdock: Lawyer. I have a practice, so I'm my own boss.
- Claire Temple: Lawyer by day, vigilante by night. The hell does that work?
- Matt Murdock: Yeah, I'll let you know when I figure it out.
- Wilson 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.
- Foggy Nelson: I can't go to L and Z alone. They're gonna shark attack me, Matt. Look at me, I'm delicious.
- Matt Murdock: Well, take Karen.
- Foggy Nelson: [Looks at her] I mean, yeah, if she wants to.
- Karen Page: Oh... sure. Never seen sharks feed up close before.
- Matt Murdock: Try not to splash too much. It attracts 'em.
- Foggy Nelson: You both are so funny.
- Leland Owlsley: Where are the Smiley Twins? Sleeping off another kidnapping?
- Wilson Fisk: The Ranskahovs are no longer a part of this organization.
- Leland Owlsley: Since when?
- Wilson Fisk: Since I removed Anatoly's head with my car door.
- Marci Stahl: Look, you know how this goes. It's her word versus my client's, and there's a whole backlog of these cases pending throughout the city. No one is going to help her but us. If I were you, I'd go to Mrs. Whatever today and strongly urge her to accept our offer.
- Foggy Nelson: Marci.
- [sighs]
- Foggy Nelson: 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 payout 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 neighbors will find a way to eke by. And short of physically and very illegally forcing tenants from their rent-controlled homes, Armand Tully loses his condos. Your firm loses Tully. And that's very bad for business. You want me and my client to think that you're doing us a favor, that we have no leverage. When really, we have all of it. So you're gonna see us in court where I will absolutely dismantle you, from the top of your salon blowout to the bottom of your overpriced pumps.
- Marci Stahl: [pause] You would've killed it here, Foggy Bear. You never should have left.
- Foggy Nelson: You never should have signed on, Marce. You were really something, back in the day. When you had a soul.
- [He and Karen walk away]
- Karen Page: "Foggy Bear"?
- Foggy Nelson: We used to date.
- Karen Page: You dated *that*?
- Foggy Nelson: Yep! Let's step a little faster.
- Vanessa Marianna: So why does a man like you feel alone?
- Wilson Fisk: Nature of my business, I suppose.
- Vanessa Marianna: And what kind of business is that?
- Wilson Fisk: Rebuilding this city. I want to carve something beautiful out of its ugliness, set free its potential.
- Vanessa Marianna: You sound like an artist.
- Wilson Fisk: I'm just a man with a dream.
- Vanessa Marianna: What do you think an artist is?
- Wilson 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 Marianna: I know you're a dangerous man. That's why I brought a gun to a dinner date.
- Wilson Fisk: Would you like to leave?
- Vanessa Marianna: No. I'd like a reason to stay.
- Claire Temple: You cook for every girl you bring home?
- Matt Murdock: Nah, just the ones that keep me alive.
- Claire Temple: You have a job or something to get to or are you one of those billionaire playboys I'm always hearing about?
- Matt Murdock: No, I have a job.
- Claire Temple: Damn! Thought I'd lucked out.
- Karen Page: [Upon entering Landman & Zack] God! Feels like a place in a movie where you'd buy a clone... or maybe a robot baby. Or the clone of a robot baby.
- Claire Temple: Why don't you go to the police with all that you have on the Russians?
- Matt Murdock: I wear a mask and beat on people. Doesn't exactly mesh with police policy.
- Foggy Nelson: [Karen is smacking the photocopier] Whoa, be nice to it. You know, for when the machines take over.
- Karen Page: I can't get any of this crap I bought to work.
- Foggy Nelson: 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 Page: No, it's the rats.
- Foggy Nelson: The who what now?
- Karen Page: They chewed through the main line. Phone guy's working on it now. Exterminator's Monday.
- Foggy Nelson: We have rats now. I'm never sleeping here again!
- Matt Murdock: Then there's an upside.
- Wilson Fisk: May I ask you something now?
- Vanessa Marianna: I'd say you've earned it.
- Wilson Fisk: What kind of gun is that you have in your purse?
- Vanessa Marianna: It's a .22.
- Wilson Fisk: Did you think you would need that tonight?
- Vanessa Marianna: We've been sitting here talking for hours and you're going to insult me like I have no idea what you really do?
- [Matt is waiting for Brett to return with files pertaining to Mrs. Cardenas' building when he overhears Blake and Hoffman interrogating the Russian he beat up in the alleyway]
- Detective Blake: Now I just want you to tell me again, how did it start? We have you at the scene with a dead Chinese illegal, Pyotr, and a backpack full of drugs.
- Detective Hoffman: Uh-oh. I'd buy you a one-way ticket to thirty years in Assholeland.
- Detective Blake: That'd give you some time to touch up on those tattoos. You boys do that to yourselves, or do you all get shirtless and poke each other?
- Pyotr: Do you know who I work for?
- Detective Hoffman: A couple of dipshit brothers nobody gives a wank about.
- Detective Blake: Bye-bye, dickhead.
- [taps the table]
- Detective Blake: Enjoy your next thirty.
- [Blake and Hoffman get up and head for the door]
- Pyotr: Wait.
- [Blake turns around. Hoffman reenters the room]
- Pyotr: What I give you another name?
- Detective Hoffman: He'd have to be big.
- Detective Blake: He'd have to be King freakin' Kong.
- Pyotr: He is - - - -His name... is Wilson Fisk.
- [Blake and Hoffman stare at Pyotr for a few seconds. Blake walks around the table]
- Detective Blake: Well, what else do you know about this guy?
- Pyotr: Not much. No one is supposed to say his name. But I will tell you everything I know for deal.
- Detective Blake: [laughs] "For deal."
- [Blake unlocks the handcuffs securing Pyotr's right wrist to the table]
- Detective Blake: [to Hoffman] Whose turn is it?
- Detective Hoffman: Yours.
- Detective Blake: I thought I took it for that thing in the bodega.
- Detective Hoffman: Oh, shit, yeah.
- [He closes his eyes and contorts his face, like he's anticipating being punched]
- Detective Hoffman: All right, wait, wait.
- [Pyotr looks between the two detectives, unsure what they're doing]
- Detective Hoffman: OK. Come on. Come on.
- [Blake suddenly punches Hoffman in the face; Hoffman falls and backs himself up against the wall]
- Detective Hoffman: Watch out! Jeez, he's going for my gun!
- Detective Blake: Watch out!
- Detective Hoffman: He's got my gun!
- [Blake pulls out his pistol and points it at Pyotr]
- Pyotr: [holds his hands up] No!
- Detective Blake: You really shouldn't have said his name.
- Pyotr: No! NO!
- [Blake shoots him in the head; in the waiting area outside, Matt jumps at the sound of the shot]