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Young Matt : No one's bought me ice cream since my dad died.
Stick : What's it taste like?
Young Matt : Vanilla.
Stick : [scoffs] Everybody can taste vanilla. Pay a little more attention, use those gifts. You know what you got?
[sniffs]
Stick : Sugar grains, vanilla bean, milk from three different dairies from two states...
[licks]
Stick : ugh... batch of chemicals straight off the periodic tables and...
[sniffs]
Stick : dirt off the guy's hand that served it to you. He spent his morning gardening. Whole world around you, Matty, and it is friggin' huge. And all you need... are the guts to let it in. Try. That dog, what's his story?
Young Matt : He's hungry... his stomach's growling... and he's dying to eat the hot dogs that guy's carrying just upwind of him.
Stick : Not bad. What about the girl?
Young Matt : Her skin's... Her skin's too hot. Her heart's beating fast. Is she sick?
Stick : Worse. She's in love. And the old man?
Young Matt : He's... He's dying.
Stick : And there's nothing you can do about it. Big world... not all of it flowers and sunshine. And the only way guys like you and me can survive is to grab it by the throat and never let go.
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Young Matt : So what kind of training is this?
Stick : You like ice cream?
Young Matt : Yeah.
Stick : Then shut up and eat it. I'll ask the questions. First thing you gotta understand is nobody feels sorry for you and nobody ever will. Cause when it comes to being born lucky... you won the friggin' lottery.
Young Matt : I did?
Stick : [Smacks him with cane] What did I say about questions?
Young Matt : "Shut up."
Stick : Good.
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Stick : How old were you when you got blinded?
Young Matt : Nine.
Stick : Nine? So you had nine whole years of looking at movies, blue skies, up girlies' skirts that I never had, I was born blind. You don't hear me whining about it, do you?
Young Matt : No.
Stick : So, you're nine years old, walking along, minding your own business and whammo! Get hit by a truck, killed dead on the spot.
Young Matt : I wasn't killed.
Stick : You lived? Praise God, it's a miracle. So you survive the truck and get this chemical shit in your eyes. What next?
Young Matt : I hear things.
Stick : What kind of things?
Young Matt : Everything. Coughs and fights and cats meowing. Sometimes blocks away. I can sense things. I know where things are and when they move. But I can't see.
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Young Matt : My dad. They paid him to lose against Creel. But... But I wanted him to win. So he did because of me. Because of me. I just wanted him to come home.
Stick : But he didn't and he never will. We all pay for our choices kid. Maybe your old man fought for you, maybe he did it for himself. The only thing you know for sure is he's gone now. But I'm here. Now, get up. Time to stop taking a beating and start giving one.
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Stick : You know what they call stuff like that? Gifts. The special kind. The kind that very few people have. Or deserve.
Young Matt : I never thought of it that way.
Stick : Well, that's because you're stupid.
Young Matt : I'm not stupid, I'm smart
Stick : Because you taught yourself how to run your little fingers over the bumps and read Braille? Smart don't come out of books, kid. Smart is making the right decision at the right time. Like now. What's it going to be, Matty? You going to spend your life crying and rocking yourself to sleep at night? Or are you gonna dig deep, and find out what it takes to reshuffle those cards life dealt you? Your Call.
Young Matt : ['looks' at Stick]
Stick : [chuckles] Good choice, kid.
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Young Matt : If I ask you a question, will you hit me?
Stick : Depends on the question.
Young Matt : How did you find me? How did you know?
Stick : Old bitty at the orphanage thinks it's her idea.
Young Matt : But it wasn't, was it?
Stick : Maybe it's one of my gifts. Or you just got lucky.
Young Matt : [scoffing] That's not an answer.
Stick : [chuckles] You catch on quick.
Young Matt : You're going to help me?
Stick : No, I'm going to train you. How to control your gift, make it work for you... use it, and how to fight.
Young Matt : My dad never wanted me to fight.
Stick : Your dad ain't here. You'll need skills for the war.
Young Matt : What war?
Stick : We'll get to that part... when you're ready.
Young Matt : I don't even know your name. What do I call you?
Matt Murdock : Stick.
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Stick : What did I say about questions?
Young Matt : "Shut up".
