Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Easy, easy, easy.
Okay, I really wouldn't try to move too much.
(Stuttering) I can't see.
Dad!
(Groaning)
Watch... Watch out! Oh!
(Knocking continues)
Smells like Prima cigarettes and discount cologne.
(Roscoe) Yeah.
"T" is hard. I get it confused with "Q."
Why'd you help me, Claire?
- You sure? - Yeah.
(Karen sighs)
(Whistles)
It don't tickle.
But it's late, and we should go home.
Daddy!
- This city will protect us! - (Karen giggles)
A match with Creel.
What do we do now?
I know.
(Matt) You shoulda had him.
I barely made it out myself.
You know I'm still here, right?
(Breathing heavily) The Russians.
Good.
Not enough money in the kitty to keep the lights on past midnight.
(Crowd cheering)
- Who? - The men who did this.
Let's agree to disagree.
(Dialing)
Thank you.
He's seen my face, too?
- Does it hurt? - (Sighs)
- It's under Matthew Murdock. - Matthew. Got it.
Move over.
(Door opening)
some guy she knew waited for her after work in the parking lot,
(Sighs heavily)
You don't carry a masked man bleeding to death
Thank you, Claire.
Kill me, somebody takes my place.