Punisher: War Zone (2008)
[Carlos is dying after being axed by Loony Bin Jim]
Carlos: See you in hell.
Frank Castle: If I see you anywhere near Hell, I'll kick your ass out.
[Frank covers Carlos's eyes and shoots him to end his suffering]
Frank Castle: Let me put you out of my misery.
[He throws a skewered Jigsaw into a fire pit. Jigsaw screams and writhes]
Frank Castle: This is just the beginning.
Loony Bin Jim: That was fun... Now, let's go kill Castle in his miserable hole.
Jigsaw: No, not yet. We're gonna have ourselves a little bit of fun with this. Next time he has to face us and a fucking army.
Loony Bin Jim: Where do we get the army from?
Jigsaw: Just like Uncle Sam, bro. We recruit in troubled neighborhoods. Offer a hundred grand towards a college education they're never gonna see and promise nobody ever has to go to Iraq.
Loony Bin Jim: Just as long as I get to kill Castle.
Jigsaw: Don't worry, brother, you will. Just making damn sure this time he don't come back breathin'.
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.
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: I'm calling this in. Put your hands behind your back.
[Budiansky starts to cuff Pittsy, but Frank blows Pittsy's head off]
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: Goddammit, Castle!
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.
Martin Soap: [after Agent Budiansky finds out that the Punisher is Soap's partner] You know, you're not as stupid as you...
[Agent Budiansky stares at him angrily]
Martin Soap: I didn't say that.
Loony Bin Jim: [during their fight, Jim kicks the Punisher in the groin] Won't be replacing that son of yours anytime soon.
[hits the Punisher in the kidneys]
Loony Bin Jim: Blood in the urine: an early indicator of kidney failure.
[punches the Punisher multiple times and kicks him in the face]
Loony Bin Jim: You should be seeing double right about now.
[kicks the Punisher's knee]
Loony Bin Jim: That would be a torn mensicus.
[Jigsaw and his gang break into the Donatelli home]
Loony Bin Jim: Boo.
Billy Russoti: Hello, Mrs. Donatelli or will you be calling yourself "Miss" from now on?
Angela: What do you want from us?
Billy Russoti: I'm looking for my money, which your rat of a husband stole from me.
Angela: But we don't have it, I swear to God!
[Jigsaw considers that, then lunges down, putting his face next to Grace's]
Billy Russoti: How about you, sweet cheeks? Would you also like to swear on an imaginary friend?
Pittsy: He didn't mean anything by it, sometimes he opens his mouth without thinking. Sorry about that, Billy.
Jigsaw: Billy is dead. From now on... you call me Jigsaw.
Loony Bin Jim: I axed you a Question. If you don't answer me, I guess I'll just have to axe you again.
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: You have the right to shut the fuck up!
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: So, what's the plan?
Frank Castle: I'm going in to get them.
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: ...You call that a plan?
Frank Castle: That's all I need.
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.
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: Would you mind explaining to me, how a handcuffed criminal in custody escapes from your locked car?
Martin Soap: [embarrassed] Castle's a slippery one.
Jigsaw: [Jigsaw's recruitment speech] Whoa, gentlemen, gentlemen. Relax. We're lookin' for, uh, a few good men. And we'd like to offer you the opportunity to be... all that you can be. Now we've all suffered loss at the hands of the Punisher. And because we don't look like everybody else, and because we don't act like everybody else, nobody does a goddamn thing about it! Well I say he ain't the only one who can take the law into his own hands. So if you're as sick of this cocksucker as I am, raise your armies. You'll be well paid, you'll be well armed, and at the end of it, the Punisher will be dead!
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: I'm looking for Tiberiu. Cristu's father.
Tiberiu: Indeed? Why?
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: Because if I were Tiberiu, I'd want to punish the man who was responsible for sending my son to jail for the rest of his life.
Tiberiu: And how would you do that?
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: I'd tell him where he's going to be and when.
Tiberiu: And what do you get from this?
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: [shows his badge] I don't like him. I want him taken care of.
Tiberiu: [smiles wolfishly] No worries, my friend.
[Maginty and his crew start to head out]
Pittsy: Hey! Where the fuck are you going?
Maginty: Um, would it be all right if I took the roof instead of the door?
Maginty: [grins] You're a fucking saint.
[Jigsaw's "army" is waiting at the abandoned hotel for the Punisher, when someone knocks on the door]
Banger #1: What you want?
Tiberiu: I'm here to see the Jigsaw.
Banger #1: You're out of luck. No Jigsaw here.
Tiberiu: I'm here for the Punisher party.
[the door is opened]
Plastic Surgeon: Okay, let's do this.
[starts to unwrap Billy's bandages]
Plastic Surgeon: Some experimental polymers... a few strategically-placed alloy plates... and just the tiniest bit of horse-hide.
Billy Russoti: The tiniest bit of *what*?
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.
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.
Billy Russoti: You look great.
Gaetano Cesare: The hell I do. I shit in a bag for Christ sake.
Billy Russoti: Hey, saves you a trip to the can, right?
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]
Police radio: Suspects are armed and dangerous, I repeat suspects are armed and dangerous.
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: Let's do this.
Martin Soap: [nervously] Really?
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: Just drive the car.
Martin Soap: So when did Donatelli go undercover?
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: We were partners in narcotics. Unfortunately, most of the blow we confiscated ended up in my nose. Internal Affairs tried to get Nicky to rat me out. He wouldn't, so they sent him undercover. He's dead because of me.
Martin Soap: So you still "skiin' the old alps"?
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: No. That's in the past.
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.
[Budiansky reveals he knows Soap and Castle have been working together]
Martin Soap: How'd you figure it out?
Special Agent Paul Budiansky: Unless you've arrested Houdini, a handcuffed suspect doesn't usually escape from custody that easily.
Martin Soap: Wow. You know, you're not as stupid as you...
[off Budiansky's glare]
Martin Soap: I didn't say that.
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.
Jigsaw: On three. One... two...
Frank Castle: [aims at Micro's head] You won't feel a thing, Micro.
[Castle turns and shoots Loony Bin Jim in the head]
[after getting out of his car, Billy bends down and checks his hair in the wing mirror. His date starts to help him, he turns and seizes her by the throat]
Billy Russoti: Do I fix your makeup for you?
Loony Bin Jim: Billy?
Jigsaw: [choking up] Just when I think I'm okay... I catch my reflection in the mirror. Look what he's done to me! I'm horrible, horrible...
Loony Bin Jim: No, no, no, no...
Loony Bin Jim: Don't cry, brother. I promise you two things: one, I will kill Castle, slowly, and painfully. And two, you will never have to look at your reflection as long as you're with me.
[Jim runs wildly around the hallway, smashing all the mirrors. Jigsaw starts laughing]
Martin Soap: [sees Saffiotti with a bloody mouth] What happened to you?
Saffiotti: Your Punisher, he disarmed me, held me at gunpoint, and stole our damn ride. And where the hell were you, huh?
Martin Soap: I knew he would come.
[pulls out a pen and notepad]
Martin Soap: Hey, let me get your statement. Come on, Saffiotti, tell me everything, how'd it go down, huh? Huh?