"The Reason You Suck" Speech: Several, but a standout is the rather scathing one the Scyther delivers to Ruby in Chapter 15.
Scyther: You know, I would tell you to not bother, that by overexerting yourself with a wound like that you could very likely keel over from exhaustion, except that I don't care and I'd love to see you suffer. I hate your type, little Ponyta, do you know that? All your talk about training and practice and striving to be the best day after day after day...hah! All that training was for one reason only: to hide your shameful weakness. You started off weak, you little meal! It took quite a bit of effort to reach where you are now. Whereas I-I was born strong. Before my first birthday I had an impressive number of victories chalked up against powerful wild pokemon. Powerful pokemon; pokemon that hunted my species! I showed them that I am no prey. Before my first year passed I had killed, weakling! Killed! Human and pokemon alike! Legions of pokemon have fled from my blade. And what do you have to your name, weak one? A few victories in one-on-one battles in the safe haven humanity provides for you with their little rules? With their honor and ethics and all their safety? And even those slight triumphs were only earned after effort on your part. Do not hide what you are. The weak should not masquerade as the strong!
- Later the Scyther himself gets one from Missy, it's a very epic one.
Scyther: Hide while you can, foolish one, you can't crouch there forever. And when you come out, my blade will be waiting.
Missy: How it must sting to be you, to be such a useless pokemon.
Scyther: Useless? You dare say that to me? You, who cowers beneath a shield even as we speak? You, who has never done anything but run or hide? You, who-
Missy: I know which pokemon Masque really trusts: the one he relied on to get him out of prison. The Hypno. Your master trusted him over you.
Scyther: ...That, has a remarkably simple answer. The Hypno's abilities were special-no, not special, he is not better than I am-they were just...just better suited for that particular situation.
Missy: Really? Do you honestly think you couldn't have handled it?
Missy: You know you could have, didn't you brag to me when we first met that you have killed humans and pokemon in abundance? That uncountable numbers had fled from you in terror? You could have broken in there handily, and killed Masque's oppressors before they knew what was happening. But you didn't-because Masque doesn't value you like you want him to. To him, you're just a tool, and not a particularly useful one at that. To him you're just a rusted, dull, blunt-
Scyther: Lord Masque thinks highly of me, more highly than anyone or anything else! How dare you say that? Get out from under there so I can rip you to pieces!
Missy: Masque thinks your garbage, and do you know why? Because of me. For all your claims to be invincible, for all your bragging and pride, I've beaten you twice. That's why you searched me out in this rain; not for revenge, but to prove to yourself that I'm not better than you. My victories over you eat you alive, and you know it. And even if you do kill me, even if I'm dead and gone, your damaged, imperfect blade will always be there: an eternal reminder of my triumph over you.
- Masque gives one to Giovanni in a great scene that illustrates the difference between a Big Bad and a mere Wannabe. (There are a lot of these in the fic.)
Masque: Are you so shocked by murder, Giovanni? Pitiful. You are like a vulture flying high above a pack of predators, waiting to pick off whatever they leave you. You can’t kill. You’ve ordered plenty of deaths to be carried out, but you’ve never done it yourself. Any weakling can order an execution, but it takes a certain caliber to actually join the firing squad. You should have known your ambitions would attract souls much blacker than yours.
Giovanni attempts to attack Masque with his pokemon, which refuses to obey him.
: Just like most of the fighters in this organization, that pokemon had been conditioned by me. Over the process I instilled a desire to serve you, to be sure, but behind that I hid something else. The pokemon of Team Rocket
will never act against me…Do you remember what I once told you? ‘You cannot control a marionette with only one string’. You dared to think you controlled me?! All of your enforcers have been conditioned by me before they see use. That’s one string. You allowed terror of me to grow within your organization, so that many of your followers feared me more than you. Another string. Despite the fact that I often acted against your interests, you never took action, signaling to me and to others that I had a certain leeway out of your jurisdiction. That's a third. You never did the dirty work yourself, instead delegating it to those even more amoral than you…like myself. That’s four. I’ve made you dance this way and that for years now, Giovanni
. You were my plaything. Well, now you and your organization bore me. I’ll cut your strings