The Punisher: I leave this as a declaration of intent, so no one will be confused. One: "Si vis pacem, para bellum." Latin. Boot Camp Sergeant made us recite it like a prayer. "Si vis pacem, para bellum - If you want peace, prepare for war."
[cut to later, as Frank prepares his weapons for the final attack on Saint's gang]
The Punisher: Two: Frank Castle is dead. He died with his family. Three: in certain extreme situations, the law is inadequate. In order to shame its inadequacy, it is necessary to act outside the law. To pursue... natural justice. This is not vengeance. Revenge is not a valid motive, it's an emotional response. No, not vengeance. Punishment.
The Punisher: Those who do evil to others - the killers, the rapists, psychos, sadists - you will come to know me well. Frank Castle is dead. Call me... The Punisher.
Frank Castle: It's been five months since my family was killed. I don't see ONE man in jail.
Police Chief Morris: Obviously you're upset...
Frank Castle: Upset? Is that the word? I used to get upset. When I got a flat tire, when a plane was delayed. I used to get *upset* when the Yankees won the series. So if that's what upset means, what am I feeling now? If you know the word, tell me because I don't.
Micky Duka: What's the torch for?
Frank Castle: 2000 degrees, Mick. Enough to turn steel into butter.
Frank Castle: It won't hurt at first. It's too hot, you see? The flame sears the nerve endings shut, killing them. You'll go into shock... and all you'll feel is... cold. Isn't science fun, Mickey?
[Frank approaches a mortally wounded Saint, and throws down pictures of Quentin with his boyfriend]
Frank Castle: I made you kill your best friend.
[after a pause, Frank throws down Livia's earring]
Frank Castle: I made you kill your wife.
Howard Saint: [moans] Oh, God...
Frank Castle: Now I've killed you.
Harry Heck: You are one dumb son of a bitch. Bringing a knife to a gunfight.
[Frank finds John Saimt, wedged underneath a fallen desk, with only one arm free. John desperately tries to reach his gun, Frank slides it away]
Frank Castle: You look like a strong kid. You must work out. Ever try isometrics? This antipersonnel mine weighs eight pounds. Not much, but try holding it with an outstretched arm.
[He places the mine in John's hand, then ties its trigger to a rail overhead]
Frank Castle: Hell of a workout.
Frank Castle: [to Joan] You were right. Good memories can save your life.
Micky Duka: [after realizing that the Punisher had faked Micky's torture] You are not a nice person.
Spacker Dave: Leave him alone.
Quentin Glass: Then I'll ask you. Where's Castle?
Spacker Dave: He's not here.
Quentin Glass: Really? Are you sure?
Spacker Dave: [mutters] I ain't saying shit...
Quentin Glass: What did you say? Hmm? I'm having a difficult time hearing you.
Spacker Dave: I said, "I'm not saying shit."
Quentin Glass: Well, I don't want you to say "shit"; I want you to answer me...
[the Punisher confronts Dante and Spoon at the bank]
The Punisher: Good business, murder? Does Saint pay you for each one, or does he get a group rate discount?
Harry Heck: [singing] I can hear what you're thinking. All your doubts and fears. And if you look in my eyes, in time you'll find the reason I'm here. And in time, all things shall pass away. In time, you may come back some day, to live once more or die once more. In time, your time will be no more.
Harry Heck: Like that song? I wrote that for you. I'm gonna sing it at your funeral.
Iraq Soldier: But these guys are terrorists!
Frank Castle: They think the same thing about us.
Maria Castle: [to Frank] You and I... we're not lucky. We are blessed.
[interrogating Dave, Glass notices his collection of piercings]
Quentin Glass: What is all that? Around your face? Your mouth?
Spacker Dave: [scared] Piercings...
Quentin Glass: Piercings... did it hurt to have it done? You like that... when it hurts a little bit?
[Glass picks up some pliers from Castle's tool cage and notices Dave's eyebrow ring]
Quentin Glass: Now that's a special one... that hard to get? That your favorite?
[Dave is now very scared]
Quentin Glass: [to Bumpo] Your friend is about to have a bad day. You can stop this by telling me the truth...
[Glass rips out the ring, Dave screams. Glass starts for another]
Spacker Dave: No, no...! AHHH...!
[cut to later, as Quentin and henchmen leave the apartment building]
Quentin Glass: If they knew, he would have talked. Guess they didn't know.
Micky Duka: If you're going to kill me, will you leave my face alone... for my mother?
Quentin Glass: We just made your bail. Now if I wanted to kill you, I would have left you in jail where we have friends, and in some way that I would describe as deeply pornographic, you would have been killed. But you're a small piece of shit... and I don't want the karma of your death on my soul.
Joan: I know it's not Thanksgiving, but I'd like for us to say what we're thankful for. I'll start, I'm thankful to be alive, to have a job, and to be sober.
Spacker Dave: Yeah, I'm thankful for my mom... getting out of jail, which is cool, and this girl who gave me her number, which is also cool.
Bumpo: Thanks for leftovers, full. Thanks for Diet Pepsi, and thanks for good neighbors.
[Awkward silence. Everyone looks at Frank, who has hurriedly cleaned his plate already]
Frank Castle: Thanks for dinner.
Spacker Dave: No one's ever stood up for me before.
Frank Castle: [during the popsicle interrogation] You smell that, Mick? I'm burning off some of your fat.
Howard Saint: How is he still alive? I don't know, Quentin, I wasn't there. Why is he still alive? Now that's an interesting question. Maybe he's still alive because he was meant to suffer more, I don't know. But how can we make him suffer if we can't find him?
Quentin Glass: He's daring us.
Howard Saint: No, no. He misses his family and he wants to die. He's asking for help. So, let's help him.
Howard Saint: [to the Toros] Fourteen shipments are perfect. One goes bad and I get this. Why? Because you want to scare me? There's no insurance in this business, you know that. So I'm not covering your fucking losses! And Mike, if you don't like it, just remember one thing: I've got more guns than you do.
[Saint turns away. Mike holds up the cigar he palmed]
Mike Toro: It's not even Cuban, Howard! It's Honduran!
[the Toros leave]
Quentin Glass: They're animals. With all due respect, we *don't* have more guns. It's my duty to inform you...
Howard Saint: It's your duty... to make Castle dead! I don't care what it takes, what it costs! Call the Russian.
Quentin Glass: We're even bringing the Sicilians in for old-time's sake.
Livia Saint: [to Micky Duka] Little prick!
Tattooed Mike: Come on, Joannie. Open up the goddamn door, you fucking bitch! I want to talk with you now Honey, you're hurting my feelings. Joannie, open up the goddamn door! You're hurting my feelings, you bitch!