Epic Quotes

But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace soubriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona. Voila! In view 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 bygone 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’s my very good honour to meet you and you may call me V.

"Zion hear me! It is true what many of you have heard. The machines have gathered an army and as I speak that army is drawing nearer to our home. Believe me when I say we have a difficult time ahead of us but if we are to be prepared for it we must first shed our fear of it. I stand hear before you now truly unafraid! Why?! Because I believe something you do not? No! I stand here without fear because I remember. I remember that I am hear not because of the path that lay before me.. but because of the path that lies behind me! I remember that for one hundred years we have fought these machines! I remember that for one-hundred years they have sent their armies to destroy us and after a century of war I remember that which matters most! We are still here!

If it's our time to die, it's our time. All I ask is, if we have to give these bastards our lives, we give 'em hell before we do!

Johnny's Father "I hear ya, son, but I got troubles of my own. Not anything I have in this room is really any good, ya know? House is small, job is small, my salary is also small. Son is my, and so is my wife and if ya get right down to it I'm no giant myself. Everything around my is small, inferior.. except this fishing pole. I myself wind it every year with the best silk thread. See this lacquer? Comes from China. No finer lacquer in the world. See those guides? Pure amber. Nobody in town has a fishing pole like this. Not even Mr. Ladderman down at the bank. My life is so poor and shoddy that without this pole, I'd have nothing to set me apart from other men. Nothing to give me distinction, nothing at all. That's why... I love it so much."

Johnny "Do you love it more than you love me?"

Johnny's Father "Ha ha! Course I do. What is there about you that can give a man distinction? You're not unusual at all!"

Johnny "Yes I am, Father."

Johnny's Father "How's that?"

Johnny "I may not be unusual now, but I'm going to be."

Johnny's Father "Of course you are. Gonna make the world safe for democracy, aren't ya?"

Johnny "What is democracy?"

Johnny's Father "Well, I was never very clear on that myself. Like every other kind of government, it's got something to do with young men killing each other, I believe."

Johnny "Why don't old men kill each other?"

Johnny's Father "Well, the old men are needed to keep the home fires burning."

Johnny "Couldn't the young men do that just as well?"

Johnny's Father "Young men don't have homes, that's why they go out and kill each other"

Johnny "When it comes my turn.. Will you want me to go?"

Johnny's Father "For democracy... Any man would give his only begotten son."

Johnny "...I won't."

Johnny's Father "I won't be here to stop ya, then. Put your arms around me. I need your warmth.. the keep the chill of death away"

Johnny "..I can't."

Johnny's Father "Please?"

Johnny "..No!!"

Johnny's Father "I guess it always comes down to that. Each man faces death by himself... Alone."