Daredevil Season 1 quotes

Matt Murdock

Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It's been, uh…it's been too long since my last confession. My dad, he used to come to this church back when I was a kid. He was a fighter. Old school. Boxer. Lost more than he won. Had a 24-31 record before he, uh… But he could take a punch. Jesus, he could take a punch.

Language.

Matt

Sorry, Father. Yeah... Guys he went up against used to say it was like hitting oak. And nights when he was outmatched, my dad's strategy was to let 'em hit him 'til they broke their hands. Never got knocked out, my dad. Knocked down, sure, but he, uh, always got back up. He was always on his feet when he lost. Every now and then, though, uh… Every now and then, he'd get hit and something inside him would snap. My grandmother…She was the real Catholic. Fear of God ran deep. You'd have liked her. She used to say, "Be careful of the Murdock boys. They got the devil in 'em." And you'd see it sometimes in the ring. His eyes would go dead… and he'd start walking forward real slow, hands at his sides like he wasn't afraid of anything. And the other guy, he'd see that look, and he'd try to get away from him. Nah. My dad, he'd catch him and trap him in a corner. Let the devil out. Yeah. Now, I didn't understand it, you know? What he was feeling deep inside, I didn't understand it. Not back then.

Lantom

But you understand it now? Perhaps this would be easier if you tell me what you've done.

Matt

I'm not seeking penance for what I've done, Father. I'm asking forgiveness…for what I'm about to do.

Lantom

That's not how this works. What exactly are you about to do?

Foggy Nelson

Good morning, sunshine!

Matt

What time is it?

Foggy

Half past "get the hell up"!

[telling Foggy about the future offices Nelson and Murdock] You've got a reception area, a conference room and two offices. [Matt enters behind them] Corner suite has a view of the Hudson, you can flip a coin with your partner for it.

Matt

Uh, he can have the view.

[turns, realizes Matt is blind] I'm so sorry. I didn't...

Matt

[smiles] Of course not.

Susan Harris, Midtown Property Solution. [sticks her hand out]

Matt

Matt Murdock. [Susan remembers he can't see her hand and pulls it back, curtsying awkwardly]

Foggy

She just curtsied. It was adorable.

Foggy

All right, I'm just gonna say this once and we can move on. You don't necessarily show the best judgment when beautiful women are involved.

Matt

How would I even know if she's a beautiful woman?

Foggy

I don't know. It's kinda spooky, actually. But if there's a stunning woman with questionable character in the room, Matt Murdock's gonna find her and Foggy Nelson is gonna suffer.

Karen Page

Who the hell are you guys?

Matt

I'm Matt. He's Foggy. [Foggy smiles and nods]

Karen

Who sent you?

Matt

No one sent us.

Karen

So…what? You're a couple of good Samaritans? Today's just my lucky day?

Foggy

[shrugs] I…bribed the desk sergeant with a box of cigars. For his mom.

Matt

Our practice is relatively young, Ms. Page, and we are aggressively pursuing new clientele. [to Foggy] Stop giving Bess cigars.

Foggy

She likes to smoke, man. It's a free country.

Karen

How long have you been practicing law?

Matt

What time is it?

Foggy

It's 12:22 AM.

Matt

About seven hours.

Foggy

Well, if you go from when we passed the bar...

Matt

I was going from when we got our own desks.

Foggy

Oh, then, yeah. Seven hours.

Leland Owlsley

Heroes and their consequences are why we have our current opportunities.

Foggy

Could you, could you hear me just now?

Karen

Nope.

Foggy

The correct answer is "Yes, and you sound amazing."

Karen

Well, of the two lies, I took the lesser.

[to Karen] You could do so much better, love.

Foggy

Thank you, Josie, but this is my employee for your information, and we are not on a date. [Looks at Karen] Are we on a date?

Karen

Definitely not.

Foggy

Okay, good because I was starting to worry you might be in love with me. What other explanation could there be? You hang around my office all day.

Karen

Well, I'm your secretary, Foggy.

Foggy

You refuse to leave. You're always at your desk.

Karen

I'm a good secretary!

Foggy

No. You gaze at me lovingly when you think I'm not looking. [Karen laughs] What? You might. How would I know? I'm not looking.

Claire Temple

I found a man who needed help, so I helped him.

Matt

Oh yeah? That simple?

Claire

[glances at unconscious Russian] Do you really want to get into this in front of him?

Matt

He's out.

Claire

Maybe he's faking.

Matt

[listens] He's not.

Claire

Okay, that right there? That's what I'm talking about. Okay, I find a guy in a dumpster who turns out to be some kind of blind vigilante who can do all of this really weird shit like smell cologne through walls and sense whether someone's unconscious or faking it. Slap on top of that, he can take an unbelievable amount of punishment without one damn complaint.

Matt

The last part's the Catholicism.

[into his wife's answering machine] Hey, it's, uh, it's me. I'm about to go do something…well, I'm about to go be me. You know better than anybody that doesn't always go so well. I don't know how this is gonna go, but if I were a betting man, Matty's gonna need you. More than ever. Look after him, okay? And I know what I'm asking here, but he's a good kid. He sure as hell didn't get that from me. So it's better this way. Just once, I want Matty to hear people cheer for his old man. Just once.

Claire

So, what? I'm supposed to take it on faith I'm on the right side of this?

Matt

You don't carry a masked man bleeding to death into your apartment on faith. 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. And I want to believe in what you're doing.

Matt

You're the one that keeps saying we need real clients.

Foggy

That's not a client. It's a shark in a skin suit.

Matt

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.

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.

Owlsley

You ever try putting a puzzle together with a piece missing? It's damned aggravating.

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. [turns and impales his head through a spike]