Evey Hammond: Are you like a... crazy
person?
V: I'm quite sure they will
say so.
V: Penny for the Guy?
V: But again, truth be told, if you're
looking for the guilty you need only look into a mirror.
V: The time has come for me to meet my
maker and to repay him in kind for all that he's done.
Evey Hammond: I can't feel *anything*
anymore!
Creedy: Defiant till the end, huh?... But
you won't cry like him, will you? You're not afraid of death. You're like me.
V: The only thing that you and I have
in common, Mr. Creedy, is that we're both about to die.
Creedy: How do you imagine that's gonna happen?
V: With my hands around your neck...
Creedy: [
inhales with
hint of fear] Bollocks. Whatcha gonna do, huh? We're swept this place -
You've got nothing. Nothing but your bloody knives, and your fancy karate
gimmicks... we have *guns* - !
V: -
No, what you have are *bullets*, and the hopes that when your guns are empty,
I'm no longer standing, because if I am... you'll all be dead before you'll
reloaded.
Creedy: That's impossible!
[
cocks gun, points at V]
Creedy: . Kill him.
V: My turn.
after a hail of gunfire doesn't stop VCreedy: Die! Die! Why won't you die?... Why
won't you die?
V: Beneath this mask
there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and
ideas are bulletproof.
