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"People always ask me how we can charge so much for what amounts of just variations 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?" "... It makes me feel alone."
"I've done things 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."
"Who is this?" "I think you know. You've been asking about me. I thought it was time we spoke." "Say your name." "You first... That's what I thought. You and I have a lot in common." "We're nothing alike." "That's what you'll tell yourself." "You're feeding off this city like a cancer." "I want to save this city, like you only on a scale that matters." "Now tell that to the people you've hurt." "Young man life is not a fairy tale. Not everyone deserves a happy ending." "I'm gonna find you and I'm gonna make you pay for what you've done." "No, you are not. Not that I don't admire what you're trying to do to change the world with nothing but desire and your own two hands secure in the knowledge that you're doing the right thing, the only thing. That's something that I do understand. But we both can't have what we want. So your part in this drama, by necessity, comes to an end." "It's gonna take a lot more than a voice on a radio to stop me." "It's not me you need to worry about. It's the city you just blew the hell out of." "You You think anyone's gonna believe that?" "You're running around in a mask, holing up with a known felon in the wake of a series of bombings. There's that police officer you're holding hostage, so yes. Actually, I do."
"You're a child playing at being a hero." "No, no, 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." "That's what makes you dangerous. It's not the mask. It's not the skills. It's your ideology. The lone man who thinks he can make a difference. I'm glad we could talk. I- I respect your conviction even if it runs counter with with my own." "Yeah, keep telling yourself you've won. It'll make what I'm gonna do to you so much more satisfying." "Your part ends tonight." "And if that's true, others will take my place. They'll see what I was trying to do and they'll make sure--" "No, they won't. The city will burn you in effigy. Your name, your very existence will be met with abhorrence and disgust."
"I tried to do this quietly, not wanting to draw attention. The last thing I wanted was for anyone close to me to become a target from those who do not share my dream. For those who will have this city stay exactly as it is: mired in poverty and crime. And I know now, it was foolish to make that decision and I can no longer do it alone. That I cannot keep living in the shadows afraid of the light. None of us can. None of us should be forced to. We must do this together. We must resist those who would have us live in fear. My name...is Wilson Fisk, and together, we can make this city a better place."
"I've made mistakes in the years since I was a boy. I tried to learn from them but it isn't always enough." "Get out of my house" "I'll leave, but first I... I'd like to have a conversation with you, off the record of course." "You think I'd believe anything you have to say?" "I... I promise that I'll be honest with you Mr. Urich. Whether you choose to believe or not, that's up to you." "Alright. Let's here it."
"I wrote a lot of stories in my days pushing ink, you know how many times people have threatened me, getting me to keep my mouth shut?" "But that's 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!"
"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 then 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 travelers 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." "What the hell does that mean?" "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 nat have been on."
"I wanted to make this city something better than it is, something beautiful. You took that away from me! You took everything! I'm gonna kill you!" "Take your shot."
"The physician says that your condition is... is grave. That your lungs are filling with liquid. In a few hours, you're likely to suffocate in your own blood. But you won't suffer alone. I'll be here. Because you were right. In prison, there's only room for one kingpin."
"How quickly we turn into savages. As if the moment we walk through these prison doors--" "You tried to have me killed." "Yes, it would've been cleaner that way, but you got what you wanted! Given the condition that he was in. I assume that Dutton admitted to some involvement in your tragedy." "What do you want? Why am I still alive?" "Because plans change. Because if you want to survive, you adapt. Yes! The plan was to kill you. I needed to close that loop. I'd already made a deal with the rest of the guards. I doubled the cut that Dutton was paying them. But that didn't work out, did it? No, I was wrong. That's difficult to admit, but... you have a gift, Mr. Castle. I assumed that the stories that I read in the paper about your attacks on the criminal world were apocryphal. How could one man be capable of such... violence? But then I saw it... with my own two eyes. And when one comes across someone with such talent... with such a gift... well... you don't let that go to waste." "No. No, you don't."
"What the hell is this?" "I'm in control now. And I've set you free." "What does that mean, "free"? I'll show you." "'Cause everyone warned me that prison would be an inhumane environment. It is. But I... 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." "You want me on the outside so I step on every piece of shit I see. That way, nobody gets strong, and we... The city's yours for the taking." "Something like that. Yeah." "So if you can do that, if you can get me out, why not just do it yourself?" "Because I play the long game, Mr. Castle. You see, when I'm finally let out of this cage... it won't be to wage war. It will be to win one. You, sir... you need to focus on now. I've given you a chance to walk free. To put that gift of yours to work, to find... What does Dutton call him? The Blacksmith. If I were in your shoes... I would use this opportunity to find your justice, to kill your way to justice! And not for me. Of course not. Not for yourself. For your family. For them." "Fisk." "Yes?" "You know... next time I see you... only one of us walks away." "Yes, of course. I'm counting on it."
"I know you're regaining power in here." "Yes, ask my lawyer. He'll deny it. Ask the guards! They'll deny it. Ask the inmates here. They'll cut their tongues out before they talk. But I have something to say to you. When I finally get out of this cage I will dismantle the lives of the two amateurs that put me in here! You, Mr. Murdock, and Franklin Percy Nelson!" "No, I put you here, not Nelson." "The two of you took the laurels, you'll both take the blame! I'll chop both the heads off of that snake and I'll spend more than six dollars on postage to bring you down! You see, I've had a lot of time to reflect on my journey here Mr. Murdock, my mistakes, everything I took for granted, and while I try and sleep in this bleak place, the one thing that keeps me warm is the thought that I will look down upon this city, the city that birthed me, with the woman that I love, whom, whom I love with everything that I am. You're worried that Frank Castle will reek havoc on Hell's Kitchen? Just wait... Let's do this again some time..."
"They're afraid of the headlines. Police corruption. A crime boss who's related to a prominent city councilwoman. And the only person to tie it all together is a corrupt cop. A dead one at that." "Then I'll be the one to tie it together." "You're on the wrong side of the glass for that, baby girl. First Fisk, then Cottonmouth. This is huge. But they're over there and we're right here."
