Father Lantom: How you holding up?
Matt: Like a good Catholic boy.
Father Lantom: That bad, huh?

Karen: How do you stop someone like that, someone who has so much?
Matt: It just means he has more to lose.

Foggy: Matt... Matt! Last time you went after Fisk, I found you half dead! More than half. You go after him in the mask again, he might kill you. Or you might kill him, which would probably have the same effect on someone as Catholic as you are.

Foggy: You know what doesn't make you want to gouge your eyes out? Cold cuts, Italian meats, cheeses. Why did I become a lawyer again?
Matt: To make lots of money.
Foggy: That didn't work out so good, did it?
Matt: Not so much.
Foggy: Could have had my own deli, an apron with my name on it and everything.
Karen: What?
Matt: Oh, it's just this. It's the way it should be.
Karen: What, Foggy talking about cured meats?
Matt: Nelson and Murdock.
Foggy: It's a start.

Matt: See, this right here... in this office. This is what's important. Knowing that the people I care about are safe, and having some sense of closure for the ones we've lost. For Elena. For Ben. And everyone else that son of a bitch has hurt.

Wilson: 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 traveler's 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.
Assault Team Leader: What the hell does that mean?
Wilson: 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 not have been on.

Wilson: This city doesn't deserve a better tomorrow. It deserves to drown... in its filth! It deserves people like my father! People like you!
Daredevil: This is my city... my family.
Wilson: You really think that this will... change anything? You think one man in... a silly little costume... will... will make a difference?

Karen: Daredevil. That's what they're calling him now. The man in the mask.
Foggy: Daredevil? Sounds like he's gonna jump Snake River Canyon on his rocket cycle.
Matt: It kinda does, doesn't it?

Mahoney: Never see Serpico?

A photograph of Stan Lee, dressed as a police officer, is just visible to Mahoney's left as Hoffman turns himself in.