Kira is childish, and hates to lose. Yagami:
How can you be sure? L:
Because I'm also childish and I hate to lose.
: A killer is a killer after all. You're both dead. Lector
: Don't make me laugh! You're an assassin yourself, aren't you? Thunder
: Don't try to be so proud!
: Oh you're not so different from me. You're just a terrorist who says he is trying to eliminate war. Lockon
: I'll take full blame for that, but after I see you dead and defeated.
There was once a man who fought as you do, unaware that his actions would lead to the universe's destruction. Simon:
What are you talking about? Lordgenome:
It doesn't matter. You'll be dead soon anyway!
We are much alike, you and I, Magneto
. Both of us wish to see our Master Race inherit the Earth. You call my Fuehrer
barbaric? Am I mistaken or did you yourself not kill hundreds of men by sinking a submarine a few years back
? To help realize your minority group's destiny, would you blank at imprisonment of inferiors? The extermination of the unfit? Come, come, Magneto. Do not expect me to be impressed by your sanctimonious posturings of moral superiority!
All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day. You had a bad day once. Am I right? I know I am. I can tell. You had a bad day and everything changed.
Cavendish, you're sick.
You need help. Dr. Charles Cavendish I'm
sick? Have you looked in a mirror lately? HAVE YOU?!!!
Curious bird, our Mr. Batman. In some elliptical ways not unlike myself. Darkly introspective... brooding... clearly traumatized in early childhood. Like to meet
our bat friend one day. But I digress...
[after Batman shows up
What say? One fetish-dressing neurotic to another?
— The Scarecrow in Scarecrow: Year One
But for lone wolves like Flag and me? Russia'd
be one big frozen prison. Flag:
I don't much care for the comparison, Lawton. Deathshot:
With the wolves? Flag:
Heh. Deny it all you want, colonel. At heart we're both flip sides of the same coin
: wolves who don't fit in the pack.
Every bit the stubborn, bull-headed Viking you ever were!
I thought this might happen. They never really believed in you. I was just trying to show you that. But I understand... Jack Frost:
) You don't understand ANYTHING! Pitch:
I don't know what it's like to be cast out? To not be believed in?
To long for... A family? All those years in the shadows, I thought no one else knows what this feels like. But now I see I was wrong.
Well done, Mr. Powers. We're not so different, you and I. It's true, you're British, and I'm Belgian. You have a full head of hair, mine is slightly receding
. You're thin, I'm about forty pounds overweight. OK, we are different
, I'm not making a very good point.
, he's a full-tilt diva! He wants flowers, he wants parades, he wants a monument built to the sky with his name plastered- (beat
Don't talk like one of them, you're not! Even if you'd like to be. To them, you're just a freak, like me. They need you right now, but when they don't, they'll cast you out, like a leper. See, their morals, their code... it's a bad joke. Dropped at the first sign of trouble. They're only as good as the world allows them to be. I'll show you, when the chips are down, these... these civilized people? They'll eat each other. See, I'm not a monster, I'm just ahead of the curve.
If we're honest for a minute, if we reflect privately, just for a moment, if we allow ourselves a glimpse into that shadowy place we call our soul, isn't that why we're here? Now? The two of us. Looking for a way back into the sun. Into the limelight. Back onto the winner's podium. Because we can feel it slipping away. We were headed, both of us, for the dirt. The place the snobs always told us that we'd end up. Face in the dust, humiliated all the more for having tried so pitifully hard
. Well, to hell with that!
We're not going to let that happen, either of us. We're going to show those bums, we're going to make 'em choke on our continued
success. Our continued
headlines! Our continued awards
, and power
, and glory
! We are gonna make those motherfuckers choke!
...Am I right? Frost:
...You are. Except only one of us can win.
: You live well, Scaramanga. Francisco Scaramanga
: At a million dollars a contract
, I can afford to, Mr. Bond. You work for peanuts. A hearty "Well done!" from Her Majesty the Queen and a pittance of a pension. Apart from that, we are the same
. To us, Mr. Bond. We are the best. Bond: There's a useful four-letter word
, and you're full of it. When I kill, it's on the specific orders of my government
. And those I kill are themselves killers. Scaramanga:
Ha! Come come, Mr. Bond, you disappoint me. You get as much fulfillment out of killing as I do, so why don't you admit it? Bond: I admit killing you would be a pleasure.
You and I are very much alike. Archeology is our religion, yet we have both fallen from the pure faith. Our methods have not differed as much as you pretend. I am but a shadowy reflection of you
. It would take only a nudge to make you like me. To push you out of the light.
You're an amazing creature, Spider-Man. You and I are not so different. Spider-Man:
I'm not like you. You're a murderer. Green Goblin:
Well, to each his own. I chose my path, you chose the way of the hero. And they found you amusing for a while, the people of this city. But the one thing they love more than a hero is to see a hero fail, fall, die trying. In spite of everything you've done for them, eventually they will hate you.
All of your ridiculous, pitiful antics aren't going to change a thing. You and I? We're puppets in the same sick play. We serve the same master, and he's a lunatic, and he's ungrateful, and there's nothing we can do about it. You and I? We're the same.
Of eternity, of silence, of coldness, of stillness. Of Ecl.
He who dwells with Ecl
knows of void. He who dwells with Ecl
knows of death. But he who dances with Ecl,
he is lost, for he who dances with Ecl
brings to life the world of death. So dance.
Of eternity, of madness, of heat, of movement. Of Mehay.
He who dwells with Mehay
knows too much. He who dwells with Mehay
knows of creation. But he who dances with Mehay, he is lost,
for he who dances with Mehay
cannot leave the dance and will face the fire. So dance.
"Do you know how you caught me, Will?"
"Goodbye, Dr. Lecter. You can leave messages for me at the number on the file." Graham walked away.
"Do you know how you caught me?"
Graham was out of Dr. Lecter's sight now and he walked faster toward the far steel door.
"The reason you caught me is that we're just alike.
" was the last thing Graham heard as the steel door shut behind him.
It wasn't the differences between them and men that caused trouble
Flandry knew. It was the similarities. In planet of origin and thus in planets desired; in the energy of warm-blooded animals, the instincts, of ancestors who hunted
, the legacies of pride
— Technic History
, on the crew of a Terran ship fraternizing with their Meresian enemies
For shame, Colonel Talbot! You swell at sight of tartan as the bull is said to do at scarlet. You and Mac-ivor have some points not much unlike, so far as national prejudice is concerned.
You killed the old Baron. Lily:
You'd have done the same. Granny:
No. I'd have thought the same, but I wouldn't have done it. Lily:
What difference does that make, deep down? Nanny Ogg:
You mean you don't know
YOU WOULD MAKE A GOOD DA-LEK.
As we've noted before, almost all of these attempts to angrily and bitterly deconstruct the underlying moral premises of Doctor Who
are hollow, and depend on the Doctor not making very obvious responses. In this case the "you created a race of genocidal mutants who slaughter billions in an indiscriminate campaign of racial purity, whereas I have on occasion not been able to save everybody" argument, which would be a good refutation to most of Davros's lines.
You used me. Scorpius:
We use each other. Crichton:
You're better at it. Scorpius:
Oh, you're learning.
You of the Federation, you are much like us. Kirk:
We're nothing like you. We're a democratic body. Kor:
Come now, I'm not referring to minor ideological differences. I mean that we are similar as a species. Here we are on a planet of sheep. Two tigers, predators, hunters, killers, and it is precisely that which makes us great.
Even though, as men, we have our contrasts
We're of exactly the same class
And our constant companion is death
Look at you
, fashioning people into weapons
How can you say that you're better than me?
We both carry the fire that is set to devour life
We are two of a kind! Violent, unsound of mind,
You're the yin to my yang, can't you see?
And if I were to leave, you would grumble and grieve.
Face it, Bats
, you'd be lost
I've been here before, I stood where you stand. They called me their hero, the hero of Man...
But I know, you were just like me, with someone disappointed in you.
I believe in the one true God, who will bless his followers with the power to destroy the forces of Satan. Islamic Terrorist:
Hey, I was just going to say that! Fundamentalist Christian:
I believe that adulterers should be punished by stoning. Islamic Terrorist:
I was just going to say that as well! Fundamentalist Christian:
Burn the heretics! Islamic Terrorist:
Oh this is ridiculous! Allah will sue you for copyright infringement!
The line between hero and villain is so faint, it might as well not be there at all. Disagree? Consider this: A group breaks into a residence, kills everyone inside, and makes off with anything of value. Robbers sacking a roadside cottage are named villains for such a deed, yet adventurers who storm a goblin warren and do the same are dubbed heroes. The difference?
You tell me because I cannot see it.
They feared each other for their differences but were absolutely terrified at their similarities.
What do [Beastmen
] view us as, I wonder? Do they see us as animals? Or do they know of our superiority?
They certainly bear so much malice to us race of humans, and there must be a reason for that. Perhaps it is the similarities that we share that bother them – as they bother us – so much. Which is itself another similarity.
: You never change! Yasha
: Look who's talking!
: Tribute!? You steal men's souls, and make them your slaves! Dracula
: Perhaps the same could be said of all religions.
Carl "C.J." Johnson:
Man, you ain't nothin' but a fuckin' yayo dealer anyway, Toreno— Mike Toreno: Shut up and sit down!
What, you think I'm a drug dealer? You think you're
a crusader for good?! Do you have any idea what's going on? Any idea whatsoever? Do you? DO YOU? C.J.:
No, I pay as little attention to things as possible. Toreno:
Do not be a fucking smart-ass
with me. I work for a government agency. It is not important which one, I will try not to confuse you. Yes, when we last met, I was involved in battling threats in Latin America by any means necessary
. That does NOT make me a drug dealer.
You killed my friends for $1,000? Darko:
How much do you
charge to kill someone?
Such determination to get here. It seems we share other qualities besides our color.
If entertainment has taught us anything — be it films; TV shows; or films for people who hate fights and explosions, books — it's that at some point in every story, the villain will tell the hero, "You know, we're a lot alike, you and I." It always sounds like a really smart thing to say to somebody, even though it's never actually true.
What injury have I done to you, that you have not done to me?
The boy believed you could be saved. But he didn't know what burns within your soul. And in your heart, you know we are the same!
to Grom Hellscream, Warcraft IIInote
: Why didn't you do it? Killing me would have saved your world. Shulk
: I've forgotten all about that. Egil
: Forgotten about it? Shulk
: I realised that we both share the same pain. Egil, I don't have any reason to kill you. Egil
: Even if you do not, I still do! Shulk
: I know. But I won't do it. Egil
: If you do not kill me now,my blade will annihilate every last one of your people. Even then?! Shulk
: I can't kill you, but I can stop your blade. And I'll do it. Over and over again, until... we understand each other.
gives a rare hero to villain example
Well, like it or not, you and Kirby
aren't that different. But where he has childlike optimism, you have untempered malice.
You see, they live in the untamed wilds. Tanna:
So do we. Zalanna:
In a secret, secluded village. Tanna:
So do we. Zalanna:
With border guards dedicated to not letting a soul in. Tanna:
So do we. Zalanna:
They hide away from any non-elf race, threatening banishment to any who commune with outsiders. Tanna:
So do we. Zalanna:
We're rather alike, you know. We're both individuals who don't fit into the preconceptions others might have about our roles in life. Sure, I'm a scheming benevolent dictator and you're a bloodthirsty killer, but I find that after one is dead, distinctions like that don't matter as much anymore.
"Ooh, you're just like me, Spider-Man!", [Carnage] burbles, "Secretly, you also want to murder all those criminals you catch!" But instead of saying the obvious thing, "No, I don't, you fucking weirdo", Spider-Man weakly concedes that he may have a point.
You what? Can't say I've ever gotten that particular vibe from Spider-Man; that all his joking around and rescuing people is merely an outlet for his repressed psychotic murder fantasies!
Listen, Weasley! You are brash, arrogant, obnoxious, pushy, rude, and you dress funny
. You're my kind of guy!
: Isn't that what you came here to do? Intimidate me into releasing your friends? See, that's what I admire about you, Korra. Your willingness to go to extremes in order to get what you want. It is a quality we both share. Korra
: You and I are nothing alike!
"When in the course of human events it becomes necessary for one nation to dissolve the political bands that..." Sounds rather good actually, if I say so myself... "We hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created-" (knock on door
) Oh bother... "that all men are created-" (knock
) What a bore... "all men are crea-" (knock
) Come in! Slave
: Massa Jefferson? Jefferson
: Yes Leroy, what is it? I've told you before that I don't want to be disturbed when I'm at my desk! Leroy
: Massa Jefferson, you want me to bring you a cup of tea? Jefferson
: Leroy, when I'm at my desk I don't need a cup of tea! Later I'll be retiring to the library and you can serve me there properly and well. Now get away, you're behaving like a field hand! Leroy
: I'm sorry Massa Jefferson! Jefferson
: (returning to his desk
) "...are created...equal
— GA Cohen, "Thomas Jefferson Penning the Declaration of Independence"
Once in a hotel dining area I said, rather too loudly, "I loathe prunes." "So do I", came an unexpected six-year-old voice from another table. Sympathy was instantaneous.
— C. S. Lewis
, "Three Ways of Writing Stories for Children"
A hundred times a day when we go mocking our neighbor we are really mocking ourselves; we abominate in other those faults which are so manifestly our own, and with a miraculous lack of shame and perspicacity, are astonished by them.
, suspecting the president
was murdered, insisted that [Eleanor Roosevelt] have an autopsy performed. "Marshal Stalin doesn't know we are not
like that," an ironic response in light of later events.
] were both ridiculous, flaming egomaniacs of only slightly different stripes — Kinski’s ugliness was flailing, external; a flash fire that burned itself, and himself, out. Herzog’s rage was of the passive-aggressive, festering sort, and therefore more dangerous... Who was more sick? Werner Herzog was the visual version of Kinski’s extremity. Kinski exploited hearts
; Herzog exploited landscapes and native peoples
— Cintra Wilson, "Devoured by Demons", Slate April 22, 2004