Chief Wiggum: I've got everything I need to convict your boy, except for motive, means, and opportunity.
Lou: You also have no evidence.
Chief Wiggum: That's implied.

Fisk: You went after my mother. That's not something that I can forgive.
Ben: I wrote a lot of stories in my years pushing ink. You know how many times people have threatened me... get me to keep my mouth shut?
Fisk: But this is my mother... that you brought into this, Mr. Urich. My mother! So I am not here to threaten you. I'm here to kill you.

Fisk: I've made mistakes in the years since I was a boy. I tried to learn from them, but it isn't always enough.
Ben: Get out of my house.
Fisk: I'll leave. But first, I'd... I'd like to have a conversation with you. Off the record of course.

Leland: First, the attack at the benefit, now this? Somebody's not happy.
Fisk: Nobu's accounts... are they still active?
Leland: Yeah, but nothing's been touched since he went up in smoke.
Fisk: And Gao?
Leland: You think this is her? No, my money's on the Japanese. Maybe they found out about your little bonfire with their boss.
Fisk: You can go now, Leland.
Leland: Okay. But... whatever war you're thinking about starting... don't lose sight of the end game. Once Senator Cherryh has cleared the last of the zoning issues, you can tear down the rest of Hell's Kitchen and build your better tomorrow. It's a shame not everybody'll be there to see it, but shit happens.
Fisk: Find out who did this to Vanessa and to Wesley.
Leland: I'll see what I can shake loose. Just remember, uh... wind blows the hardest the closer you get to the mountaintop.

Claire: You know, the only thing I remember from Sunday school is the martyrs... the saints, the saviors... they all end up the same way. Bloody and alone.
Matt: I never said I was any of those.
Claire: You didn't have to.

Matt: Did you speak to her, Fisk's mother?
Karen: Yeah... she's not all there, but Matt, what she said about Fisk... he killed his father... when he was 12. Bashed his head in with a hammer, and then she helped him cover it up.
Matt: Well, he was a minor. It's not gonna be enough.
Karen: To put him in jail, no. But it doesn't line up with everything that Fisk has been saying.

I am not your enemy, but make me one and you shall feel my fury.

Mary

Hawthorne: A gracious host, even in defeat.
Mary: I honor the council's decision. Congratulations Magistrate Hawthorne.
Hawthorne: Shall we dispense with the pleasantries It is my full intent to shake Salem from the grip of mayhem brought on by you.
Mary: By all means. But take care, even a Magistrate has his place.
Hawthorne: As has a woman. I suggest you start tending to some duties more suited to your gender. What is it, Mary, that gives you such brash confidence to reach so far beyond your station? You are the Delilah in our midst.
Mary: A strong woman is not more to fear than a strong man.

Rev. Lewis: Mercy. If you have any humanity left in you, return to me what is most vital.
Mercy: You'll be reunited with the shriveled remnants of your manhood when you've fulfilled errand I demand! And now I need you to strike the first blow against dear Mary Sibley.

Your life as you know it may be over. Do you want your legacy and legend to die as well?

Mary

Wainwright: So tell me, how did it feel to be completely in another's control over your very life, your very soul?
Mary: I know such a feeling and this was not it.

Mary: No, it is you who are at risk. You operate her under my approval, yet they call you necromancer and speak of corpse bothering.
Wainwright: I doubt very much anything bothers a corpse.
Mary: Do not jest doctor. We hang men for such things in Salem.
Wainwright: It seems there's little you don't hang men for. Or women.