Welcome, welcome, welcome.
Please. Help us!
Shut the **** up!
Come on, Castle. Don't be shy. Throw down your gun.
No! James, that's no way to punish the Punisher.
[Jigsaw picks up the gun, examines the remaining rounds, and shoots Frank]
Oh, ho ho! Nice shooter! [walks up to Micro, shooting Frank two more times] Catch! [throws him the gun] Let's play a game! What do you say? You got one round left in there. You shoot one of these two, I'll let the other one go free. What do you say, Frank? Who's it to be? You fat friend right here, or that nice little piece of jailbait over there?
Burn in hell.
Okay. Then they both die. [moves to shoot Micro]
Frank! She's a kid. Shoot me.
No!
Stop!
He's made a decision. [to Micro] Not lookin' too good for you, fatso.
You won't feel a thing, Micro.
Three.
[Frank shoots Loony Bin Jim]




