Most scenes together: Dave & Bumpo (5), Frank Castle & Joan (4), Frank Castle & Dave (2)
Do I know you?
I know you. You're that boy in the newspaper - came back from the dead.
I didn't catch your name.
You like that song? I wrote that for you. I'm gonna sing it at your funeral.
Stay away from me, Castle! I got friends, you know.
Let's talk about your friends.
Make your own friends, buddy. I'm not saying nothin'. I talk to you, they'll kill me.
If you don't help me, I'll kill you now, Mick.
The Saints tell me nothing!
Nothing? They pay your rent...your legal bills. You should know something.
What's the torch for?
Two thousand degrees, Mick. Enough to turn steel into butter. It won't hurt at first. It's, uh, too hot, you see? The flame sears the nerve endings shut, killing them. Then you'll go into shock...and all you'll feel is...cold. Isn't science fun, Micky?
"Thank you for that explanation." (just before shooting the person addressed.)
"The man responsible for my son's death must die."
His real name's Frank Castle. Senior agent, just got the Bureau's London desk. His alias, connections, apartments in Europe-none of it was real. Not even his death.
Well, maybe it was. Maybe he died and came back to life so he could die again.
You have your chance. He's leaving for London next week, and he's at a family reunion in Puerto Rico.
I think you should be there, so you can come back and tell Livia how he dies.
All right.
Wait. (She lifts her veil.) His family. His whole family.
"We called New York, we called Las Vegas, we called Europe and Hong Kong, we even got the Sicilians in it for old times' sake. With what you're paying, Howard, we'll know everything there is to know about Otto Krieg in twenty-four hours."
"You're a small piece of shit and I don't want the karma of your death on my conscience."
"You are one dumb son-of-a-bitch...bringing a knife to a gunfight." [Castle triggers the knife, projecting it into Heck's neck and killing him]
"Okay, why don't you and I see if we can discover the true nature of pain?"
"You like that song? I wrote it for you. I'm gonna sing it at your funeral."
"Mr. Castle, we, uh, need your help right now, because the guy who's after Joan... is in her apartment. Right now."
John Saint Where have you been? Where's Quentin?
Oh, well...he's wrapped up in something.
John I called home. No one was there.
Your mother's gone.
John What?
She took the train.
"In forty-eight hours, Castle is a memory. A pro from Memphis-the best."
"You're gonna die tonight, aren't you? Is that what you want?"
"They tried to make me talk. I gave them nothing."
