Jessica Jones, Season 1

[When Jessica discovers that Audrey Eastman and her husband set her up]

Jessica:
Look, you're obviously pissed off about something, but I'm pretty sure for the first time this has nothing to do with Kilgrave - he's smarter than you two.

Audrey:
[sharply] Kilgrave? Who's Kilgrave? Is he another one of you people? How many more are there like you?!

Jessica:
How many more what, private eyes?

Audrey:
"Gifted". [scoffs] Stupid word. It's like... calling someone "special" - You're not "special", you're retarded. You're not "gifted", you're a freak.

Jessica:
What have we, or the mentally challenged, ever done to you?

Audrey:
"You saved the city." That's what the newspapers said; "You were heroes."

Jessica:
[bewildered] Not me...

Audrey:
"The city was saved"... But I was there. I saw what really happened... I saw my mother crushed to death under a building that you people destroyed.

Jessica:
...In the incident?

Audrey:
I was trying to pull my mother out from the rubble, watching her bleed to death... [sniffs] While all around me, you people were raining down hell!

Jessica:
[angry] So go after the big green guy, or the flag waver - I wasn't even there!

Audrey:
Consider it a preventative measure for next time!

[Audrey advances towards Jessica, who immediately pulls the plastic sheet from under her, causing her to fall to the ground]

Jessica:
[livid] You think you're the only ones who've lost people?! [Carlo tries to reach for the gun, but Jessica shoves him away] You think you're the only ones with pain?! [throws the gun into the wall] You think you can take your shit and dump it on me?! [the Eastmans huddle into a corner as Jessica throws a chair next to them] You don't get to do that! So you take your goddamn pain and live with it, assholes! [slams her fists into a mirror, causing Audrey to scream] You lost your parents? Welcome to the goddamn club! I lost mine in some random accident! Do you see me trying to kill every shitty driver?! No! [violently upends the bed] Because I don't work my shit out on other people! [lifts up heater] So keep your goddamn feelings to YOURSELF! [throws heater through the double doors] [long pause, calmer] Ninety-nine. You wanted to know how many of us there are? The last time I counted, I had ninety-nine Gifted friends in this borough alone. And now, every single one of them is going to know about the shit you tried to pull... And they hate attempted murder, they really do. The cops hate it too, you know, because it's against the law.