Evey Hammond: [takes a bite of the breakfast V cooked] It's delicious! God, I haven't had real butter since I was a little girl! Where did you get it? V: A government supply train on its way to Chancellor Sutler. Evey Hammond: You stole this from Cha...
[Prothero is showering, while watching his own television rant about the terrorist V] Lewis Prothero: [on television] I'll tell you what I wish. I wish I had been there! I wish I had the chance for a face-to-face. Just one chance, that's all I'd need...
V: [during his BTN broadcast] I thought we could mark this November the 5th a day that is, sadly, a day that is no longer remembered by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat. There are, of course, those who do not...
Creedy: [V has just made a deal with Creedy] Why should I trust you? V: Because it's the only way you're ever going to stop me!
V: [Quoting Viola from Twelfth Night Act I Scene 2] Conceal me what I am, and be my aid For such disguise as haply shall become The form of my intent.
Evey Hammond: Does it have a happy ending? V: As only celluloid can deliver. Evey Hammond: OK. Put the sword away.
Sutler: Gentlemen, I want this terrorist found... and I want him to understand what *terror* really means.
Finch: If our own government was responsible for the deaths of almost a hundred thousand people... would you really want to know?
Evey Hammond: [watching a woman anchor on TV covering Lewis Prothero's "accidental death"] She's lying. V: How do you know? Evey Hammond: She blinks a lot when she's reading a story she knows is false.
Evey Hammond: But why would you keep it? Gordon Deitrich: I didn't have to be Muslim to find the images beautiful, or its poetry moving.
Evey Hammond: [after V leads Evey up to an empty rooftop, promising her an orchestra] I don't see any instruments. V: Your powers of observation continue to serve you well.
Sutler: [shouts] We are being buried beneath the avalanche of your inadequacies, Mr. Creedy!
Gordon Deitrich: I am V. At last you know the truth. You're stunned, I know. It's hard to believe, isn't it, that beneath this wrinkled, well-fed exterior there lies a dangerous killing machine with a fetish for Fawkesian masks. ¡Viva la revolución...
V: [V interrupts the three policemen about to rape Evey, whips out a dagger, and quoting the sergeant from Macbeth Act I Scene 2] "The multiplying villainies of nature do swarm upon him [skips 4 lines from the original Shakespeare] V: disdaining fort...
Evey Hammond: What is that? Gordon Deitrich: It's a copy of the Quran, 14th century.
Valerie: But America's war grew worse and worse and eventually it came to London. After that there were no roses anymore. Not for anyone.
[Finch looks out his window on the morning of November 4] Finch: Tonight's your big night. Are you ready for it?... Are we ready for it?
Evey Hammond: I can't feel *anything* anymore!
