Creedy:
Defiant to the end, huh? 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 we're both about to die.
Creedy:
How do you imagine that's gonna happen?
V:
With my hands around your neck.
Creedy:
Bollocks. Whatchya gonna do, huh? We've 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 hope that when your guns are empty I'm no longer be standing, because if I am you'll all be dead before you've reloaded.
Creedy:
That's impossible. Kill him.
[the fingermen open fire on V, but he still stands after their magazines are empty]
V:
My turn.
[V proceeds to kill all fingermen with his knives before they manage to reload]
Creedy:
[desperately shooting at the approaching V]
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.
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