V: Tell me Evey, do you know what day it is? Evey Hammond: Um, November the 4th. V: [Big Ben begins to toll midnight] Not anymore.
Valerie: They took Ruth while she was out buying food. I've never cried so hard in my life. It wasn't long till they came for me.
Dascomb: Do you have any idea how long it would take to rebuild this facility? Finch: Do you have any idea what you're doing?
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You should see it,” he said. “V for Vendetta, I mean.” “Okay,” I said. “I’ll look it up.” “No. With me. At my house,” he said. “Now.
The past can't hurt you anymore. Not unless you let it. They made you into a victim, Evey. They made you into a statistic. But, that's not the real you. That's not who you are inside.
I suppose when I was writing 'V for Vendetta' I would in my secret heart of hearts have thought: 'Wouldn't it be great if these ideas actually made an impact?' So when you start to see that idle fantasy intrude on the regular world... It's peculiar.
Finch: Who was he? Evey Hammond: He was Edmond Dantés... and he was my father. And my mother... my brother... my friend. He was you... and me. He was all of us.
V: We're oft to blame, and this is too much proved, that with devotion's visage and pious action we do sugar on the devil himself. Baldy Fingerman: What does that mean? V: Spare the Rod.
Finch: Why are you doing this? Evey Hammond: Because he was right. Finch: About what? Evey Hammond: That this country needs more than a building right now. It needs hope.
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: [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.
V: [Evey has returned to the Shadow gallery on the evening of November 4th] May I inquire as to how you escaped detection? Evey Hammond: A fake ID works better than a Guy Fawkes mask.
[after a hail of gunfire doesn't stop V] Creedy: 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.
Evey Hammond: My father was a writer. You would've liked him. He used to say that artists use lies to tell the truth, while politicians use them to cover the truth up. V: A man after my own heart.
V: And thus I clothe my naked villainy / With old odd ends stolen forth from holy writ/And seem a saint when most I play the devil. [quoting Shakespeare's Richard III, Act I Scene 3]
V: [Quoting Polonius from Shakespeare's Hamlet Act 3, Scene 1] We are oft to blame in this, - / 'Tis too much proved - that with devotion's visage/ And pious action we do sugar o'er/ The devil himself.
V: [V invites an unknowing Evey to join him in setting off a bomb] I'm a musician of sorts, and on my way to give a very special performance. Evey Hammond: What kind of musician? V: Percussion instruments are my speciality.
Sutler: What we need right now is a clear message to the people of this country. This message must be read in every newspaper, heard on every radio, seen on every television... I want *everyone* to *remember*, why they *need* us!
Sutler: [actor on Deitrich's show] Ah! Warm milk, there's nothing better. Gordon Deitrich: I understand you enjoy a glass every night, chancellor. Sutler: [the real chancellor watches, holding a glass of milk] Since I was a boy.
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.
