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"Rumors among my new partners? Reyes has her sights on the mayor's office." "This is my shocked face." "And she aims to do so by building a platform on Frank Castle's conviction. She gets him she sets precedent against these other vigilantes popping up. One in our office is already under serious scrutiny, lady by the name of Jessica Jones."
"The big part of the job is looking for the worst in people. Turns out I excel at that. Clients hire me to find dirt. And I find it, which shouldn't surprise them, but it does."
"Hope's going overboard to make her boyfriend happy. She's either an idiot in love, or she's being conned. Which amount to pretty much the same thing."
"If you even touch me, I'll tell the world about you. There'll be nowhere to hide." "Do I look like I'm hiding? No. You wanna know why? Because no one wants to know. They want to feel safe. They'd rather call you crazy than admit that I can lift this car, or that I can melt your insides with my laser eyes... which won't leave a trace."
"He's back." "It's been a year, Jess. You saw him die. You saw his death certificate. This is just your PTSD--" "It's not my goddamn PTSD." "Are you still having nightmares? Flashbacks? You need to go back to that therapist." "That quack that had me reciting street names from back home?" "A proven method for managing PTSD." "Two hundred bucks for "Birch Street, Cobalt Lane, Bullshit Drive.""
"Got anything for me?" "Thought you didn't like, or trust, me." "Oh come on, I meant lawyers in general." "Scumbag henchmen for corporate America." "Well..." "We just hired a full-time investigator." "Whoever he is, he's not as good as me." "Hence me having offered you the job, which you rejected." "Wasn't personal, I just prefer a freelance; no ties." "So you said - with an impressive string of expletives." "Okay, is being drunk an excuse?" "You know, it's really about professionalism. You are erratic and you are volatile..." "Effective."
"You need to go back to that therapist." "That quack that had me reciting street names from back home?" "A proven method for managing PTSD." "Two hundred bucks for "Birch Street, Cobalt Lane, Bullshit Drive.""
"Every corner I turn, I don't know what's on the other side. I don't know who's on the other side. It could be the cabbie who's gonna drive me into the East River, okay? It could be the FedEx woman. It could be a talk show host who was my best friend."
"Are you a good jumper?" "Why?" "He made me jump... for hours, as high as I could. That was one of my events at school. Long jump. I was number two in the state. He said I was never as good as you."
"My brother is all alone now. He's 12." "It's not your fault." "I know. It's yours. He said you left him there to die. You should have stayed to make sure." "So he's mad. He wants to make me suffer." "Mmm-hmm. Like he suffered."
"So now what? With Kilgrave?" "That accident didn't kill him, but he took a hit. I find his weakness, I find him." "So you find him. Then what?" "I don't know. I find him, I prove that girl's innocent, he goes away." "Or he controls you again." "I'll die before I let that happen." "That's what I'm afraid of."
"So just how unbreakable are you?" "On a scale of "I don't know" to... "I'd rather not find out"?" "So if I were to bite your finger with all of my considerable strength..." "Depends on how considerable. So don't go getting any ideas about my extremities."
"Were you born this way?" "Nope. Accident. You?" "Experiment. Does anyone else know about your abilities?" "Couple. I'm not hiding, but I'm not advertising."
"Just tell me what the hell happened. Okay, why did I try to kill myself? Or why did I try and kill-- Oh my God. I killed..." "No. no, you didn't." "I killed her." "You're confused. No one died, nothing happened. Okay? Just go home."
"What was that about?" "We're starting a band. I told them to keep in touch. Talk." "You starting a support group? Will you be participating?" "Like I'd waste my time circle jerking with a bunch of whiners." "Yes, you are a paragon of mental health."
"Kilgrave wanted a leather jacket, live cello music, and the flattering smile of a pretty girl. What a waste. He could solve so many problems with his gift." "Gift?" "I just meant if...If he was on our side." "What side would that be? The side that uses people? Treats them like animals? Just to throw them away like they're garbage? The side that rips your life apart and destroys you from the inside out? Whose side exactly would that be?"
"Get her on the plastic." "How?" "I have a gun on her for Christ's sake Carlo!" "You shoot at me, I'll pull the bullet out of my ruined jacket and shove it up your ass with my pinky finger, and who do you think that's gonna hurt more?"
"Look, you're obviously pissed off about something, but I'm pretty sure for the first time this has nothing to do with Kilgrave, he's smarter than you two." "Kilgrave? Who's Kilgrave? Is he another one of you people? How many more are there like you?" "How many more what, private eyes?" ""Gifted". Stupid word. It's like calling someone "special". You're not "special", you're retarded. You're not "gifted", you're a freak." "What have we, or the mentally challenged, ever done to you?" "You "Saved the City." That's what the newspapers said: "You were heroes."" "Not me." ""The city was saved"...But I was there. I saw what really happened...I saw my mother crushed to death under a building that you people destroyed." "In the incident?" "I was trying to pull my mother out from the rubble, watching her bleed to death... While all around me, you people were raining down hell!" "So go after the big green guy, or the flag waver, I wasn't even there!" "Consider it a preventative measure for next time!"
"You think you're the only ones who've lost people? You think you're the only ones with pain? You think you can take your shit and dump it on me? You don't get to do that! So you take your goddamn pain and you live with it, assholes! You lost your parents? Welcome to the goddamn club! I lost mine in some random accident! Do you see me trying to kill every shitty driver? No! Because I don't work my shit out on other people! So keep your goddamn feelings to YOURSELF!...Ninety-nine. You wanted to know how many of us there are? The last time I counted, I had ninety-nine Gifted friends. In this borough alone. And now, every single one of them is going to know about the shit you tried to pull...And they hate attempted murder, they really do. The cops hate it too, you know, because it's against the law." "Please don't kill us. We're gonna leave you alone." "There's only one thing that you can do to save yourselves." "What?" "Disappear. Nobody, especially me, ever hears from you again. Me and my friends will stop by tomorrow to make sure you heard me." "I want a divorce."
"This job was sucking my brains out through the air vent." "You're bored because you're overqualified for all these crappy jobs." "Yet I'm uniquely unqualified for anything else."
"Jewel is a great superhero name!" "Jewel is a stripper's name. A really slutty stripper, and if I wear that thing you're going to have to call me Camel Toe."
"You G.I. Joe. You definitely have a screw loose. I'm guessing you left the military because you gunned down a small village." "So, what, you think because you have these abilities, you're a hero? I've seen heroes. You're not even close."
―Jessica Jones and Will Simpson on opposite sides of a soundproof wall[src]
"Here I am, just debating where to eat, and then, bam, there you are! Performing feats of heroism. Come here, let me look at you. Come on. Jesus you're a vision. Hair and the skin. Appalling sense of fashion, but that can be remedied. And underneath it all, the power. Just like me. Though not quite as good, of course. Tell me, did you enjoy beating those thugs?" "Yes." "Yeah? Why?" "Because I helped someone. I made a difference." "Well, how noble. What's your name?" "Jones. Jessica Jones." "No, no, no, your superhero name. You must have one." "Just Jessica Jones." "Really? Hmm. Rather prosaic, but it's fine. Fine, Jessica Jones, fine. There's a fantastic Szechuan place around the corner. You like Chinese. Come on. Come on. I have to know everything about you."
"You're coming with me. I put a bomb in the basement to kill that asshole downstairs." "Shit. You can't kill him with Hope still in jail!" "Well you can't let him live, he's too dangerous."
"Any other day you would have won this, it's your ribs isn't it?" "You're on something, you're messed up." "You could have killed him a dozen times, I'm just doing what has to be done, someone has to."
"They say everyone's born a hero. But if you let it, life will push you over the line until you're the villain. Problem is, you don't always know that you've crossed that line."
"Look, I know that we scare you, and you've never seen anything like us, but this is a good man." "And you?" "I'm an asshole. But help me or get out of my way." "You don't scare me, and you're not my first."
"Everything changes. And nothing changes. People die. More are born. And in between... we exist. I never wanted to do more than that. Just exist. I've gone through life... untethered, unconnected... I wasn't even aware that I'd chosen that. It took someone coming back from the dead... to show me that I've been dead too. The problem is, I never really figured out how to live. I hate starting at the beginning."
"It's insane that that deranged murderer is teaching little kids." "Insane. Sickening. Rage-inducing. [...] But we found what we needed upstate. We got him." "All right. Been waiting to hear some good news. When they bringing him in?" "Not soon enough." "We just keep eyes on him until then." "'We'? Dont you have a job?" "There is what I have to do to maintain a life, and what I want to do, and I need both to stay sane."
"You said your rebound chick took a shotgun at point-blank range pointed it under your chin, and pulled the trigger." "I still get the occasional headache."
"I wanted to help one kid. One family. I'm the first to admit when I'm in over my head, and this is way past my threshold." "What are you talking about? Bulletproof. Blind ninja." "Whatever it is you are." "Classy."
"I just think we'll work better together if we trust each other, don't you?" "That is the nicest thing you've ever said to me." "Don't get used to it."
"I just came to talk. You started this. Ever since you burst into my office, my life has become one big Kung-Fu party. I don't want to fight you... alone..."
"You're right. This place is completely empty." "A lot of activity under the building now. Here, I need you to... open this." "Open what?" "It's a door. Something mechanical behind it." "What do you mean, "mechanical"?"
"How deep does this go?" "It's hard to tell." "The more I think about it, the less I like our odds." "Yeah, well, do like me. Don't think about it." "If you told me a week ago that I'd be here with you two, about to blow up some building and fight ninjas to save New York..." "Yeah. For whatever it's worth, I'm glad you're here." "What?" "The circumstances could be better. I'm just saying, you know, I'm glad we found each other." "I'm not hugging you." "You guys ready or what?" "No." "No." "Sounds about right."
