Elektra: Easy. No moving. No talking. Right now we play a game called, "This is not a conversation." Sit on the bed.
Thug: Please, my pills, can I get them?
Elektra: The .38's gone. So is the knife you stashed under the pillow. Anything else I should know about?
Thug: I'm getting on a plane just like you said. Tickets on the counter.
Elektra: I saw, window seat and everything.
Thug: I told you before, you and your partner, it was a long time ago but...
Elektra: (makes a threatening move with weapon)
Thug: I'm sorry. I'm doing everything you told me to do. I'm leaving behind my whole operation.
Elektra: And when you get to wherever you're going on, I assume you set up shop doing the same sh*t you did here.
Thug: No.
Elektra: Hurting innocent people all because you're too lazy to get rich the hard way.
Thug: What the hell do you want from me?
Elektra: My partner was a good kid and became a hell of a grown up. But he had goodness in him, once upon a time. The way he tells it, he comes home one night and heard a blow dryer in the bathroom. Dinner's on the table. He waits a second, but he's starving - he's eats alone. Assumes she'll be out any minute - she'll be mad, but she'll understand. Always does. He's a good son. He goes to find her, blow dryer still on and there she is - brains on the god damn mirror!
Thug: Your partner, that woman was his mother? And he doesn't even know you're here, does he?
Elektra: Sometimes it is better off not knowing.
Thug: I'm old man, I don't have much time. I'll give you everything.
Elektra: There is no version of this where you walk out that door.
Thug: Please, lady.
Elektra: Call me that again and I'll cut your tongue out.
Thug: You promised you wouldn't kill me.
Elektra: He said he wouldn't kill you, but me, I never had goodness in me. (slow stabbing motion)
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Elektra: Nice shoes, wingtips, good call. Tie them yourself?
Matt Murdock: How did you know?
Elektra: You don't look like a tough read.
Matt Murdock: You never know I could surprise you.
Elektra: Doubt it.
Matt Murdock: Give it a try.
Elektra: Okay, you drink Macallan because you're afraid beer would give you a frat boy vibe. You've never been inside a fraternity house. You weren't even a boy scout. There is no club you would join because it would choke the air from your lungs. You'd suffocate. Shall I go on?
Matt Murdock: Please do.
Elektra: Now you think we're flirting. Your mind's racing. You're wondering what piece of wit you can think of next. Know what your problem is? You're pretty, but dumb. Too dumb to know the game is already over and you lost before you stepped to the plate.
Matt Murdock: You got that all from a pair of wingtips?
Elektra: Quick study.
Matt Murdock: You know what I think?
Elektra: Tell me.
Matt Murdock: You're bored. Bored of the parties, the faculties, all of it.
Elektra: And I need just the right bad boy to take me away from all this. Is that it?
Matt Murdock: Basically.
Elektra: Know something, you're right. (takes drink and drinks it) Let's go.