Young Chris' Father: Aggression, correctly channeled, overcomes a lot of flaws. Tapping into that aggression requires peeling back several layers of yourself.
Daphne Castle: The whole world knows that you are a man of enormous discretion.
"Dirty Steve" Stephens: Damn good riding with you, Chavez.
Chavez: Many nights, my friend... Many nights I've put a blade to your throat while you were sleeping. Glad I never killed you, Steve. You're all right.
Dakota: How would you like to bite that in the butt, develop lockjaw, and be dragged to death?
Frank Castle: Latin Kings.
Micro: Let him go, Frank.
Frank Castle: You know this piece of shit?
Micro: Ex piece of shit.
Frank Castle: Yeah. He's a regular choir boy.
Carlos: Fuck you, cracker.
Micro: Language.
Richard Kimble: I didn't kill my wife!
Sam Gerard: I don't care. (00:37:10)
Matt Buckner: What are you talkin' about, baseball is a girl's game? The Red Sox has a guy that pitches the ball over 90 miles per hour.
Pete Dunham: Who cares? All that means is that he can have a wank faster than you.
Layne: The things I do for my fucking friends.
Archie Moses: This is a '70s porno. You know how I can tell? Because the guy's dick has sideburns.
Charlie Prince: For a one-leg rancher... He's one tough son of a bitch.
Jamesir Bensonmum: She murdered herself in her sleep, sir.
Dick Charleston: You mean suicide?
Jamesir Bensonmum: Oh no, it was murder, all right. Mrs. Twain hated herself.
Alex Murphy: Dead or alive, you're coming with me!
Eddie Vogel: How's it hanging, counselor?
Mick Haller: A little to the left.
Vinny Gambini: Everything that guy just said is bullshit.
Skip: I'd rather be home with a fucked-up hand up in some pussy than to be out here healthier than a motherfucker without it... Shit.
Social Worker: What's so funny?
Arthur Fleck: I was just thinking... just thinking of a joke.
Social Worker: Do you wanna tell it to me?
Arthur Fleck: You wouldn't get it.