V for Vendetta
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V for Vendetta (1982 - 1986) is a comic book series written by Alan Moore and illustrated mostly by David Lloyd, set in a dystopian future United Kingdom. A mysterious anarchist named "V" works to destroy the authoritarian government, profoundly affecting the people whom he encounters.
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- For quotations from the 2006 film see: V for Vendetta (film)
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[edit] V
- Remember, Remember, the 5th of November, the gunpowder treason and plot. I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot.
- Traditonal rhyme used by "V"
- Happiness is a prison, Evey. Happiness is the most insidious prison of all.
- I didn't put you in a prison, Evey. I just showed you the bars.
- Good evening, London. I thought it time we had a little talk. Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin... I suppose you're wondering why I've called you here this evening. Well, you see, I'm not entirely satisfied with your performance lately... I'm afraid your work's been slipping and... and well, I'm afraid we've been thinking about letting you go. Oh, I know, I know. You've been with the company a long time now. Almost... let me see. Almost ten thousand years! My word, doesn't time fly? It seems like only yesterday... I remember the day you commenced your employment, swinging down from the trees, fresh-faced and nervous, a bone clasped in your bristling fist... "Where do I start, sir?", you asked, plaintively. I recalled my exact words: "There's a pile of dinosaur eggs over there, youngster", I said, smiling paternally all the while. "Get sucking". Well, we've certainly come a long way since then, haven't we? And yes, yes, you're right, in all that time you haven't missed a day. Well done, thou good and faithful servant. Also, please don't think I've forgotten about your outstanding service record, or about all of the invaluable contributions that you've made to the company... Fire, the wheel, agriculture... It's an impressive list, old-timer. A jolly impressive list. Don't get me wrong. But... well, to be frank, we've had our problems too. There's no getting away from it. Do you know what I think alot of it stems from? I'll tell you... It's your basic unwillingness to get on in the company. You don't seem to want to face up to any real responsibility. To be your own boss. Lord knows you've been given plenty of opportunities... We've offered you promotion time and time again, and each time you've turned us down. "I couldn't handle the work, Guv'Nor", you wheedled. "I know my place". To be frank, you're not trying, are you? You see, you've been standing still for far too long, and its starting to show in your work... And, I might add, in your general standard of behavior. The constant bickering on the factory floor has not escaped my attention... nor the recent bouts of rowdiness in the staff canteen. Then of course there's... Hmm. Well, I didn't really want to have to bring this up, but... Well, you see, I've been hearing some disturbing rumors about your personal life. No, never you mind who told me. No names, no pack drill... I understand you are unable to get on with your spouse. I hear that you argue. I am told that you shout. Violence has been mentioned. I am reliably informed that you always hurt the one your love... the one you shouldn't hurt at all. And what about the children, its always the children who suffer, as you're well aware. Poor little mites. What are they to make of it? What are they to make of all your bullying, your despair, your cowardice and all your fondly nurtured bigotries? Really, its not good enough, is it? And its no good blaming the drop in work standards on and management either... though to be sure, the management is very bad. In fact, let us not mince words... The Management is terrible! We've had a string of embezzelers, frauds, liars and lunatics making a string of catastrophic decisions. This is plain fact. But who elected them? It was you! You who elected these people! You who gave them the power to make your decisions for you! While I'll admit that anyone can make a mistake once, to go on making the same lethal errors century after century seems to me nothing short of deliberate. You have encouraged these malicious incompetents, who have made your working life a shambles. You have accepted without question their senseless orders. You have allowed them to fill your workspace with dangerous and unproven machines. You could have stopped them. All you had to say was "No". You have no spine. You have no pride. You are no longer an asset to the company. I will, however, be generous. You will be granted two years to show me some improvement in your work. If at the end of that time you are still unwilling to make a go of it... you're fired. That will be all. You may return to your labours.
- There's no flesh or blood within this cloak to kill. There's only an idea. Ideas are bulletproof.
- Everybody is special. Everybody. Everybody is a hero, a lover, a fool, a villain, everybody. Everybody has their story to tell...
- People should not be afraid of their government, Governments should be afraid of their people.
[edit] Evey
- I give up on the puzzles. I just want to turn the page upside down and read the answers.
[edit] Mr. Finch
- I think [V]'s a psychopath, leader. I use the word in the most precise sense.
- I still don't know who codename V is, but I think I know what he is.
- Despite their faults those two men were human beings; and he slaughtered them like cattle
[edit] Dialogue
- Evey: V? You're almost finished, aren't you?
- V: See for yourself. The pieces are set out before me, perfectly aligned. Complete, one may at last grasp their design; their grand significance. But "almost finished"...? Yes. Yes, I suppose I am.
- [V is talking to the statue of Madame Justice atop the Old Bailey]
- V: Hello, dear lady. A lovely evening, is it not? Forgive me for intruding, perhaps you were intending to take a stroll, perhaps you were merely enjoying the view. No matter, I thought that it was time we had a little chat, you and I. Ahh... I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madame Justice, this is V. V, this is Madame Justice. Hello, Madame Justice.
- V: [as Madame Justice] Good evening, V.
- V: There, now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking... "The poor boy has a crush on me... an adolescent infatuation". I beg your pardon, Madame. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you... Albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice". And I'd say "Isn't she pretty?". Please don't think it was merely physical, I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person, as an ideal. That was a long time ago, I'm afraid there's someone else now...
- "Madame Justice": What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!
- V: I, Madame? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms! Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it! You thought I didn't know about your little fling, but I do! I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.
- "Madame Justice": Uniform? Why, I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...
- V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots! Well? Cat got your tongue? I thought as much. Very well. So you stand revealed at last, you are no longer my Justice. You are his Justice now, you have bedded another. Well, two can play at that game!
- "Madame Justice": Sob! Choke! Wh-Who is she, V? What is her name?
- V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a Mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that Justice is meaningless without Freedom. She is honest, she makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So goodbye, dear Lady. I would be saddened by our parting, even now, save that you are no longer the woman that I once loved. Here is a final gift. I leave it at your feet.
- [V leaves a small heart-shaped chocolate box at the statue's feet. The box explodes, destroying the Old Bailey and the statue]
- V: The flames of Freedom, how lovely, how just. Ahh, my precious Anarchy... "O beauty, 'til now I never knew thee".
- Mr. Finch: [checking computer files] Quinn, Andrew Eamon. Deceased 23,12,98. File closed. Rouse, William. Deceased 18,7,97. File closed. Rappit, Peter Kevin, Deceased 8,11,94. File closed. He's killed them, Dominic. Everyone who ever worked at Larkhill Camp. One by one, over the past four years... he's killed the bloody lot of 'em...
- Dominic Stone: But you don't know that, Sir. Some of them could be accidental deaths...natural deaths...
- Mr. Finch: Or something that looks very much like natural death. For Christ's sake, Dominic, look at it! We had it all wrong. We thought he appeared out of the blue two months ago...and all this time...Oh God, all those people. That's monstrous. That's pure bloody evil.
- [Mr. Finch is explaining how V killed Archbishop Tony Lilliman]
- Mr. Finch: There's something that sounds like "Kill me sentiment"... just gibberish... and then they talk about Communion and the Communion Wafer...There's the word "Transubstantiation": That's the miracle of Transubstantiation when the wafer transforms into the Body of Christ. Catholic concept originally. There, now listen to this...
- V (on tape): And at the moment this enters your mouth it becomes the flesh of the Saviour?
- Archbishop Lilliman (on tape): Yes. Yes. Look, please...
- V (on tape): And whatever it is made of now, it will become the Body of Christ?
- Archbishop Lilliman (on tape): Yes. Whatever it is now. Whatever.
- V (on tape): I want you to swallow it.
- Mr. Finch: And then there's a funny little human noise. And then there's just Beethoven's Fifth. End of tape. We've just had the Path reports through. The Bishop was poisoned. The Host was full of cyanide. And do you know what? When it reached his abdomen it was still cyanide.
- Evey: All this riot and uproar, V... is this Anarchy? Is this the Land of Do-As-You-Please?
- V: No. This is only the land of take-what-you-want. Anarchy means "without leaders", not "without order". With anarchy comes an age or ordnung, of true order, which is to say voluntary order... this age of ordung will begin when the mad and incoherent cycle of verwirrung that these bulletins reveal has run its course... This is not anarchy, Eve. This is chaos.
- V: You and me Evey. You and me against the world! Ha ha ha ha! Melodrama, Evey! Isn't it strange how life turns into melodrama?
- Evey: That's very important to you, isn't it? All that theatrical stuff.
- V: It's everything, Evey. The perfect entrance, the grand illusion. It's everything. And I'm going to bring the house down.
