I own nothing, absolutely nothing...
"God damn it! Come on! Load. Load!" Matt knocked on the door, " What?"
"Excuse me, is this room 312?"
"Yeah, who're you looking for? Oh uh, sorry."
"What for?"
"You're blind, right?"
"Uh, yeah, so they tell me. I hope that won't be a problem."
"Why would it? Oh! You're You're my roomie!"
"Uh, Matt Murdock."
"Foggy Nelson."
"Wait, Matt Murdock? Are you... you're not from Hell's Kitchen, are you?"
"Yeah, born and raised."
"So am I! Yeah, I heard about you when you were a kid, what you did, saving that guy crossing the street."
"Yeah, I I just did what anyone would have."
"Bullshit."
"You are a hero."
"I'm really not."
"Come on! You got your peepers knocked out saving that old dude."
"They didn't get knocked out."
"Good, 'cause that would be a little freaky."
"But no offense."
"Please, none taken."
"Uh Most people dance around me like I'm made of glass. I hate that."
"Yeah, you're just a guy, right? A really, really good-looking guy."
"Oh, um I mean, girls must love that," the whole wounded, handsome duck thing." Guys too Foggy thought to himself, guys like that too.
"Am I right?"
" Right. Yeah, it's been known to happen."
"This is gonna be awesome! What is? Me as your wingman! You're gonna open up a whole caliber of ... uh people.. that I've only dreamed of. A lot! We're gonna be like Maverick and Goose! , shit! Yes. I'm in! "
"In what?"
"Punjabi. I got the last spot."
"You're taking Punjabi?"
" It's spoken by 130 million people, I'd like to know what they're saying."
"That's the only reason?"
"Well, yeah. I mean, why else would I learn it? I don't know a girl, maybe? See? This is what I'm talking and you Maverick and Goose, no secrets."
"Goose died and he was married."
"Details."
"Hey, do you know a good place to get a cup of coffee on campus?"
"Uhh... no."
"Well, lucky for you, I do." Foggy said with enthusiasm.
"Well I've got to go, but does tomorrow morning sound good? We'll make it a date."
"Hell yes."