extras:
- Evey: Who -- Who are you?
- V: Voila! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V. And you would be?
- V: There are no coincidences, only the illusion of coincidences.
- V: There is no certainty, only opportunity.
- Evey: 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.
- Creedy: Die! Die! Why won't you die?
- V: Beneath this mask there is more than flesh Mr Creedy.
- V: Beneath this mask there is an idea. And ideas are bulletproof.
- Deitrich: You wear a mask for so long you forget who you were beneath it.