Ray Stevenson: Frank Castle

Punisher: War Zone

Frank Castle

Special Agent Paul Budiansky: [Budiansky meets Castle at a church] Interesting choice for a meeting place, I didn't take you for a religious man, Castle.
Frank Castle: Yeah, well, an eye for an eye.
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: If I remember right, they're not called the Ten Suggestions.
Frank Castle: Russoti's got Angela and Grace.
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: How?
Frank Castle: Doesn't matter.
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: Well, maybe if you put them in protective custody like you should have, we wouldn't be having this conversation.
Frank Castle: They'd be dead.
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: The law can't touch him, Castle, total immunity. Unless you've got a video tape of Russoti taking them, we can't even give him a parking ticket.
Frank Castle: It's a fucked up system you're sworn to protect.
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: Never said it was perfect.
Frank Castle: He wants me in exchange for them, I need you to secure the trade.
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: Okay, but I'm doing this by the book.
Frank Castle: And what book do you think they're going by, huh?
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: I took an oath, Castle. There are laws.
Frank Castle: No official police procedure. You wanna come along? Leave your badge at home.
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: I have to think about it.
Frank Castle: Clock's ticking.

Priest: For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.
Frank Castle: Matthew 7:2.
Priest: You're a long way from the seminary, Frank.
Frank Castle: I accepted that a long time ago.

Grace: You're standing in my light.
Frank Castle: [hands her a flashlight] Here you go, for the next time someone is standing in your light.

Angela Donatelli: [aiming a pistol] Step the fuck away from my little girl!
Grace: Mom, that's a Dad word.
Angela Donatelli: Go inside, Grace!
[Grace goes inside]
Angela Donatelli: You're messing with the wrong family on the wrong day, asshole.
[Frank turns to face her]
Angela Donatelli: You! You look... what are you doing here? What makes you think you can come here?
Frank Castle: You have a scared little girl.
Angela Donatelli: Shut up, just shut your mouth.
Frank Castle: I'm sorry.
Angela Donatelli: I said shut up!
[He pushes the bag at his feet toward her]
Angela Donatelli: What's this?
Frank Castle: Something to help out.
Angela Donatelli: No. No, you don't get to do that. You don't get to shoot my husband in cold blood and then stop at the ATM.
Grace: It's for your daughter.
Angela Donatelli: [takes aim at his chest] This is what you deserve. What you did to Nick! Who punishes *you*?
Frank Castle: He taught you how to shoot. A good agent keeps his family safe, they can't always be here. Took you out to the range, showed you what to do.
[he takes the gun and presses the muzzle to his chest]
Frank Castle: This is what you do. Squeeze, don't pull.
Grace: [from inside] I can't find my red pen. Mom, I need it.
[Long, tense silence. Angela backs off and lowers the gun]
Angela Donatelli: Take it.
[she goes inside whilst he takes the money and leaves]

Frank Castle: Let me out.
Martin Soap: You know, Frank, giving you a tip is one thing, password to the crime database is another, but letting you go...?
Frank Castle: Soap!
Martin Soap: Fine.

Frank Castle: What do you want, Micro?
Micro: Have you ever heard of jihadi-blogger.com? I'm posing as a one-armed Wahhabi warrior who took a crap in a cave next to bin Laden. I think I can score you a couple of rocket launchers.
Frank Castle: What do you want?
Micro: I haven't seen you in a while.
[Micro shows Frank a bag of guns]
Micro: I brought you some treats. It's gun show season in Virginia. No background checks, no problems.
[Frank gives Micro a large sum of cash]
Micro: That's too much, Frank.
Frank Castle: Call it a retirement package.
Micro: Look, I know this thing with the fed is eating you up inside, but that doesn't mean you pack up your tent. We all make mistakes, Frank. You're fighting a war against the assholes who slip through the raindrops, who get away with it. In any war, there's collateral damage. You know that.
Frank Castle: Collateral damage? I killed an agent in the field. One of the good guys. He had a family.
Micro: You didn't know.
Frank Castle: I fucked up, Micro. Now please, just leave me alone.

Billy Russoti: Catch!
[throws Frank his gun]
Billy Russoti: What do you say we play a game? You got one round left in there. You shoot one of these two, and I'll let the other go free. So, who's it going to be, your fat friend over here, or the nice little piece of jailbait over there?
Frank Castle: Burn in hell.
Billy Russoti: Okay, then they both die.
Micro: Frank! She's a kid, shoot me.

Frank Castle: Who's the old man?
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: That's Cristu's father. Old-country genocidal maniac. Figured he'd stir up a shit storm for us.
Frank Castle: Cops will be all over this place once the firework starts.
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: I wouldn't worry about that. I called in an explosives permit. Construction crew. Said we'll be blasting dynamite all night.