Quotes: They Look Just Like Everyone Else

Sorry I'm late. Work was murder.
Norman Osborn, Spider-Man

Charlie: Don't look at me like that, neighbor. It's just me! Charlie!
Barton: I hear it's Mundt. "Madman Mundt".
"Charlie": Jesus, people can be cruel. If it's not my build, it's my personality.

I bet that son of a bitch looked like a hard-working family man. That was all an act.
Jeane, No More Heroes

And worst of all, he could be any one of us! He could be in this very room! He could be you! He could be me! He could even be
BLU Spy, talking about his RED counterpart, Team Fortress 2

Camouflage is nature's craftiest trick.

One thing about being a cabbie, you always know a nice quite spot for a murder. I'm surprised more of us don't branch out.
Jefferson Hope, Sherlock ("A Study in Pink")

A clean-cut guy in a suit; no one looks too close.
Jim Brass, CSI ("identity Crisis")

I have no idea what I'm going to do. I'm so deeply puzzled. I've done terrible things, I've killed three people. Really, I don't consider myself a terrible man—no more than others....I'm sure it comes as no great surprise to you when I say that there are little corners in everyone which were better off left alone; sicknesses, weaknesses, which should never be exposed. But that's your stock in trade, isn't it? a man's weakness? And I was never really fully aware of mine. Until you brought them out.
Peter Cable, Klute

Carver: Everyone is capable of murder under the right circumstances.
Ellie: No. Most people have a moral compass.
Carver: Compasses break.

Mills: We're not just going to pick up two more dead bodies, are we, John? That wouldn't be shocking enough. You've got newspapers to think about, yeah?
John Doe: Wanting people to listen, you can't just tap them on the shoulder anymore; You have to hit them with a sledgehammer. Then you'll notice you've got their strict attention.
Mills: But the question is: what makes you so special that people should listen?
John Doe: I'm not special. I've never been exceptional. This is, though. What I'm doing. My work.
Se7en

Some people in the world you just don't fuck with. Unfortunately you can't always tell who those people are until it's too late and such was the case with Marvin Heemeyer. He lived in a little town in Colorado with a population of about 500. He was a welder and owned a muffler repair shop and, presumably for a while, he was a totally non-sinister individual who never even considered doing anything crazy like building a massive, nearly indestructible machine of terror. For a while.

Wednesday (when asked where her costume is): This is my costume. I'm a homicidal maniac. They look just like everyone else.