Punisher: War Zone

Frank Castle/The Punisher:
[To Grace Donatelli] For the next time somebody gets in your light. [hands her a flashlight]

Frank Castle/The Punisher:
Sometimes I'd like to get my hands on God.

Frank Castle/The Punisher:
Let me put you out of my misery.

Frank Castle/The Punisher:
This is just the beginning.

Billy Russotti/Jigsaw:
Pittsy, pour me a drink!

Billy Russotti/Jigsaw:
It was time for me to take over, anyway. Thanks to the Punisher, I won't even get my f***ing hands dirty.

Billy Russotti/Jigsaw:
Head for the port, do your monkey thing, get over the security fence and hand out the money.

Billy Russotti/Jigsaw:
[after seeing his "repaired" face] I need to talk to my doctor alone.

Billy Russotti/Jigsaw:
Billy is dead. From now on, you call me Jigsaw.

Billy Russotti/Jigsaw:
Hello, Mrs. Donatelli. Or will you be calling yourself "Miss" from now on?

Billy Russotti/Jigsaw:
And how about you, sweet cheeks? Are you going to swear on an imaginary friend?

Billy Russotti/Jigsaw:
You're lucky I came to you with this. That I'm a patriot, just like you. I sh*t red, white and blue.

Billy Russotti/Jigsaw:
This deal is going down tonight.

Billy Russotti/Jigsaw:
Let's play a game! What do you say?

James Russoti/Loony Bin Jim:
Yummy, yummy, yummy in my tummy, tummy, tummy.

James Russoti/Loony Bin Jim:
Did you know that kidneys and applesauce are a delicacy in Sweden?

James Russoti/Loony Bin Jim:
I axed you a question. You don't answer? I guess I'll just have to axe it again.

James Russoti/Loony Bin Jim:
I'm gonna get my applesauce back!

James Russoti/Loony Bin Jim:
I promise you two things: one, I will find Castle, and I will kill him. Slowly, and painfully. And two, you will ever, ever have to look at your refection again, as long as you're with me.

James Russoti/Loony Bin Jim:
Won't be replacing that son of yours anytime soon! Blood in the urine: early indicator of a kidney failure! You should be seeing double right about now! THAT would be a torn meniscus.

Linus Lieberman/Microchip:
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 spare you a couple of rocket launchers.

Linus Lieberman/Microchip:
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 a**holes who slip through the raindrops, who get away with it. In every war, there's collateral damage. You know that.

Linus Lieberman/Microchip:
You know the police have nothing on him. Their hands are tied! This is where the Punisher comes in! That's why I believe in you; why I've supported you all these years! You want me to tell you when something happens to Mrs. Donatelli and her daughter? 'Cause that's what's gonna happen. You don't think he's gonna go after them for revenge? It's not a question of "if," it's a matter of "when!"

Paul Budiansky:
You have the right to SHUT THE F*** UP!

Paul Budiansky:
[after Frank kills Pittsy] GODDAMMIT, CASTLE!

Paul Budiansky:
STAY RIGHT WHERE YOU F***ING ARE!

Paul Budiansky:
With all do respect sir, that...is BULLSHIT!

Martin Soap:
Castle's a slippery one.

Martin Soap:
Agent..."Budiansky?" Did I get that right?

Martin Soap:
Take a look at some of the case files. Get a lay of the land, I'll get us a pie from "Milano's," BEST pizza in the city.

Martin Soap:
Six years ago, Frank Castle was a Special Forces instructor. And, a simple family man. One day, he takes his wife and kids out for a picnic, and, by chance, or fate, depending on what you believe in, they witnessed a mob execution. When they were discovered...but Castle survived. Since then, he's been hunting down one crime family after another.

Angela Donatelli:
You don't get to shoot my husband in cold blood and stop at the ATM machine.

Angela Donatelli:
Who punishes you?

Billy Russoti:
Alright, that's it, no more distractions. We need to focus on my goals. One: we gotta get my money back. Two: we're gonna get rid of Frank Castle.

Ink:
But he took out, like thirty of us. I mean, how are we going to kill him before he'll kill us?

Billy Russoti:
My brother will take care of that.

Ink:
Loony Bin Jim?

Pittsy:
Shut the f*** up!

Billy Russoti:
[chokes Ink] His name is James. Not Loony Bin Jim. Not LBJ. James.

Ink:
I'm sorry. It's a good idea! Really, it is. [Billy releases him]

Pittsy:
Don't mind him. He doesn't think before he talks, just like his mother! Sorry about that, Billy.

Billy Russoti:
Billy is dead. From now on... you call me, "Jigsaw."

Pittsy:
The f*** you doin?!

Maginty:
Uh...would it be alright, if we took the roof, instead of the longway?

Pittsy:
Whatever.

Maginty:
You're a f***ing saint!

[while Loony Bin Jim attacks someone]

Pittsy:
[holds a bottle of pills] What do you say, boss? Stuff might come in handy.

Jigsaw:
What for?

Pittsy:
Well, uh... in case he starts, you know, not feeling so good.

[Loony Bin Jim tears the man's kidney out and starts eating it]

Jigsaw:
He's doing just great.

Jigsaw:
Welcome, welcome, welcome.

Angela Donatelli:
Please. Help us!

Loony Bin Jim:
Shut the f*** up!

Jigsaw:
Come on, Castle. Don't be shy. Throw down your gun.

[Castle tosses the gun away]

Loony Bin Jim:
Die, you bastard!

Jigsaw:
No! James, that's no way to punish the Punisher.

[Jigsaw picks up the gun, examines the remaining rounds, and shoots Frank]

Jigsaw:
Oh, ho ho! Nice shooter! [walks up to Micro, shooting Frank two more times] Catch! [throws him the gun] Let's play a game! What do you say? You got one round left in there. You shoot one of these two, I'll let the other one go free. What do you say, Frank? Who's it to be? You fat friend right here, or that nice little piece of jailbait over there?

Frank Castle:
Burn in hell.

Jigsaw:
Okay. Then they both die. [moves to shoot Micro]

Micro:
Frank! She's a kid. Shoot me.

[Frank aims his gun at Micro, but lowers it]

Jigsaw:
Okay, f*** it. Kill her first.

Angela Donatelli:
No!

Frank Castle:
Stop!

Jigsaw:
He's made a decision. [to Micro] Not lookin' too good for you, fatso.

[Frank aims his gun at Micro]

Jigsaw:
After three, Castle. One... two...

Frank Castle:
You won't feel a thing, Micro.

Jigsaw:
Three.

[Frank shoots Loony Bin Jim]

[Frank impales Jigsaw with a metal rod]

Jigsaw:
F*** you.

Frank Castle:
Let me put you out of my misery. [pushes him onto a fire]

Jigsaw:
[Towards Loony Bin Jim's cruel asylum orderly as they break Loony Bin Jim out.] I'll take care of this guy.

Loony Bin Jim:
Oh no, brother. Fatso's mine!

Jigsaw:
Of course.

[Loony Bin Jim slowly walks towards the orderly as the orderly stares in fear.]

Loony Bin Jim:
I'm gonna get my applesauce back. Did you know...kindeys and applesauce are a delicacy in Sweden? Did you know that? Yes. Yummy yummy yummy in my tummy tummy tummy.

[Loony Bin Jim pins the orderley to the ground behind a desk as we hear tearing and gushing sounds with Loony Bin Jim growling insane and the orderly groans in pain]

Pittsy:
[holds a bottle of pills] What do you say, boss? Stuff might come in handy.

Jigsaw:
What for?

Pittsy:
Well, uh... in case he starts, you know, not feeling so good.

[Loony Bin Jim tears the man's kidney out and starts eating it]

Jigsaw:
He's doing just great.

Agent Budiansky:
Which drawer?

Martin Soap:
What?

Agent Budiasnky:
The alleged punisher murders.

Martin Soap:
All of them.

[Budiansky looks around the room, seeing that the room is filled with different file cabinets]

Jigsaw:
[After he and his goons break into the Donatelli home] Evening, Mrs. Donatelli. Or, will you be calling yourself "Miss" from now on?

Angela Donatelli:
What do you want from us?

Jigsaw:
I'm looking for my money, which your rat of a husband stole from me!

Angela Donatelli:
But we don't have it, I swear to god!

Jigsaw:
[To Grace] How about you, sweet-cheeks? Would you also like to swear on an imaginary friend?

Good agent keeps is family safe.