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You were right... what you told me over the radio that night.
You know, the only thing I remember from Sunday school is the martyrs... the saints, the saviors... they all end up the same way. Bloody and alone.
You're blind, right?
This city and its future... Seeing Hell's Kitchen to its fullest potential is very important to me.
Lawyer by day, vigilante by night. The hell does that work?
Your outfit kind of sucks, by the way.
Can I ask a personal question?
You're the one that keeps saying we need real clients.
What does a hairline fracture sound like?
Like, what do you actually see?
You dated that?
How you holding up?
You and I have a lot in common.
You're feeding off this city like a cancer.
How many fingers am I holding up?
How old were you when you got blinded?
You run around dressed like a moron, beating people up!
Smooth.
Karen, did something happen?
I’m not the bad guy.
Hell of a first date, huh?
This is what you do, you make life difficult for bad men?
So what’s the second rule?
I have dug myself another hole, haven’t I?
What was she like?
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