Quotes / To the Pain

There are many levels of pain. You have just crossed into the... 'welcome mat'. You have not even entered the door, walked down the hallway, and gone up the stairs to visit the V.I.P. rooms.
"Spanish Mike" Alvarez, Reno911!, "Spanish Mike Returns"

And as a slave of the LeQuint Dickey Mining Company, henceforth till the day you die, all day every day, you will be swingin' a sledgehammer. Turnin' big rocks into little rocks. Now when ya get there, they're gonna take away your name, give you a number and a sledgehammer and say, "Get to work!" One word of sass, they cuts out your tongue. They good at it too, you won't bleed out. Ohh, they does that real good. They gonna work ya, all day every day, till your back give out. Then they gonna hit ya in the head with a hammer, and throw your ass down the nigger hole. And that will be the story of you, Django.
Stephen, Django Unchained

Oh, I'm sorry, Budd. That was rude of me, wasn't it? Budd, I'd like to introduce my friend, the Black Mamba. Black Mamba, this is Budd. You know, before I picked up that little fella, I looked him up on the Internet. Fascinating creature, the Black Mamba. Listen to this:
"In Africa, the saying goes, in the bush, an elephant can kill you, a leopard can kill you, and a Black Mamba can kill you. But only with the Mamba — and this has been true in Africa since the dawn of time — is death sure. Hence, its handle, Death Incarnate." Pretty cool, huh?
"Its neurotoxic venom is one of nature's most effective poisons, acting on the nervous system causing paralysis. The venom of a Black Mamba can kill a human in four hours, if say, bitten on the ankle or the thumb. However, a bite to the face or torso can bring death from paralysis within twenty minutes."
Now, you should listen to this, 'cause this concerns you: "The amount of venom that can be delivered from a single bite can be gargantuan." You know, I've always liked that word, "gargantuan"...so rarely have an opportunity to use it in a sentence. "If not treated quickly with anti-venom, ten to fifteen milligrams can be fatal to human beings. However, the Black Mamba can deliver as much as one hundred to four hundred milligrams of venom from a single bite."
Now, in these last agonizing minutes of life you have left, let me answer the question you asked earlier more thoroughly: right at this moment, the biggest "R" I feel is Regret. Regret that maybe the greatest warrior I have ever known met her end at the hands of a bushwhacking, scrub, alky piece of shit like you! That woman deserved better.

It's called the Agony Matrix — direct neural stimulation of pain receptors. All of them. Imagine the worst pain you've ever felt in your life, times a thousand. Now imagine that pain continuing forever. Oh, that's right... you don't have to imagine.
Darkseid Justice League Unlimited

Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Slowly, completely, gently beyond comparison, cruelly to the point of numbness, I'll violate your life. That's right. The instant I rip off your limbs, tear open your ribs and pull out your intestines, biting into your neck as you scream in agony, chewing through your eyes as I ignore your pleas for mercy and spreading your brains on the ground like butter...!
Arcueid, Tsukihime

Long shall be your suffering. Joyous be your pain.
Asteroth, Daemon prince of Slaanesh,Warhammer 40,000

As you well know, Isaac, I enjoy pain. It's like a good chinese dinner, you know, with the sweet and the sour. Expanding on that analogy, I will smile with delight—that's the sweet—as you scream for your fucking life—of course, that's the sour.

My hobby is to slowly peel the skin off the rabbits I catch, especially cute little bunnies like you. And my friend here is thirsty for blood.

"2,000 degrees, Mick. Enough to turn steel into butter. It won't hurt at first. It's too hot, you see? The flame sears the nerve endings shut, killing them. You'll go into shock and all you'll feel is...cold. Isn't science fun, Mickey?"
Frank Castle, The Punisher (2004)

You know, I never understood all these elaborate tortures. It's the simplest thing... to cause more pain than a man can possibly endure. And of course, it's not only the immediate agony, but the knowledge... that if you do not yield soon enough... there will be little left to identify you as a man. The only question remains: will you yield, in time?
Le Chiffre, Casino Royale (2006) (while hitting James Bond with a rope)

Charrid Soldier: Don't glare at me, I'm not impressed. You think a Hynerian could ever frighten me?
Rygel: Oh, I'm not here to frighten you, nonononono.
Charrid Soldier: Then what? To question me? Plainly, you are unaware of our superior resistance to pain.
Rygel: Actually I do know something about Charrid physiology, just as I know something about your weaponry. (He chuckles to himself) This ractor, for instance, contains neural circuits that inflict ten times the normal pain- designed to be effective even against your own kind. A very unpleasant death.
Charrid Soldier: You don't dare kill me!
Rygel: Don't I?
Charrid Soldier: The others want me alive!
Rygel: Yes, well, plainly you're unaware of one more fact: I don't give a garanta's vrax what the others want.
Farscape, "Daedalus Demands"

Violence perceived is violence achieved.
Michel Weston, Burn Notice

The Master: (to the Doctor) How many times have you died?
Missy: How many different ways?
The Master: Have you burned?
Missy: I know you've fallen.
The Master: Have you ever drowned?
Missy: Have you felt the blade?
The Master: I suppose, what we're really asking, my dear, is... Well...
Missy: Any requests?
Doctor Who, "The Doctor Falls"

I will flay the skin from your flesh and the flesh from your bones and scrape your bones dry. And still you will not have suffered enough.
Flavor text for the Hatred card in Magic: The Gathering

We will kill you.

We will burn your fields, steal your treasure, destroy your house, and enslave your children. We will murder your spouse, poison your pets, and blaspheme on the graves of your ancestors. We will do all this, and the only way to avoid it is if we cannot find you.

We've already found you.
Toshiro Umezawa, Magic: The Gathering

When it gets up to your ankles, you're going to beg to tell me everything. When it gets up to your knees, you'll kiss my ass to kill you!
Franz Sanchez, Licence to Kill, about to send James Bond into a cocaine grinder.

Oh, don't worry. I'm not going into that cavity. That nerve's already dying. A live, freshly cut nerve is infinitely more sensitive. So, I'll just drill into a healthy tooth until I reach the pulp. Unless, of course, you tell me that it's safe.

Ren: Oh, what I'm gonna do to yoooou. I'm so angry. First, I'm going to tear your lips out. Yeah, that's what I'm gonna do. And then, I'm going to... gouge your eyes out. Yeah... that's what I'm gonna do.
Stimpy: We don't like this, Ren.
Sven: Jah, you're scaring us.
Ren: Yeah, you're scared, huh? Next... I'm gonna... tear your arms out of the sockets. And you wanna know what else? I'm gonna hit ya, and you're gonna faaaaall. And I'm gonna look down, and I'm gonna laaaugh. But first... FIIIRST... I gotta take a whiz. Don't you go anywhere. You stay right here.
The Ren & Stimpy Show, "Sven Hoek"

If you don't tell me what I want to know, I'll wound you in ways so painful you can't conceive of your suffering. Wounds that leave you dying slow, unable to move or speak. You'll be hours here on the deck, in agony, more tears than all the babies you would have killed in those cities, so many tears you'll die of dehydration before you bleed to death.
Odd Thomas, Odd Hours

''I'll kill you slowly, because I love. First I will shoot you in the leg... I promise I aim at the patella. Then the hand. Then the egg. Don't worry, I am a world-class athlete. I do not miss.
White Tights member to Russian conscripts.

Giving succor to the weak is a tool for control. Break a man utterly, and he may well adore you for the simplest things, like bread, water, and relief from torture. He will hate you too, but one can control them while the heart is swayed by love, and chain them away in darkness when it is controlled by the hatred.

For your crime, you will die like vermin. I will hunt you down. At the end of the earth, I will find you. Your skin charred and your fats rendered. Your kind exterminated. In the end, I will feed your flesh to the furnace!

"Allow me to give you two options. Either a) you stop this childish prevarication and lead us directly to the Yankee Zephyr, or b) I shall find your daughter, break every fragile little bone in her body, and then you shall lead us directly to the Yankee Zephyr."

"Now listen here, you gutless cunt. Unless we don't leave this kingdom on horseback I'll make sure my favorite dagger makes your way into your heart, where I'll slowly twist it to see your life slowly fade away from your eyes..."

Brude, although you are running out of facial features for me to abuse, I am sure there is some other portion of your anatomy that I can stretch, burn or amputate...
Klovis The Redeemer encouraging a henchman

"Painful, isn't it? It gets worse by degrees."
Sir Roderic, Ruddigore

Makarov: I will rip your horn from your head personally and convert you into a carthorse for the Stalker mines! A device will be inserted into the wound where your horn was, forever claiming control of your motor functions but not your consciousness. You will have your genitals removed...
Sandgriff: Eeesh!
Makarov: ...You will be fed the cheapest gruel and be left unable to control your bodily functions, dribbling your foul waste behind you for the many, many years I will see you live, converted to the disgusting creature you truly are!
Shining Armor: I bet you says that to all the boys.
Makarov: Yes, Sparkle, you will trapped in a body only controlled by the orders of others. Lumps of the meat of your body that are not needed will be sliced from you to feed the Diamond Dogs of the mines. You will be a foul thing leaking excrement and urine, a mute gelding, no longer a stallion and just a walking pile of filth in the shape of a pony! And now I demand that you exit the train and face your fate, or I will destroy it and you instantly!
Pony POV Series, "Shining Armor arc, tnuH-tsirF-First-Hunt"

"If you were here right now, I would kill you with my bare hands. I would tear you up piece by piece, I would dance on your entrails. I would poke out your eyes... AHHH! I WANT TO MAKE A HATE BABY WITH YOU."
Corin Deeth III, Kakos Industries

Harleen Quinzell: What you gonna do? You gonna kill me, Mr. J?
The Joker: What? Oh, I'm not gonna kill you. I'm just gonna hurt you. Really, really bad.

Khan: Shall I destroy you, Mr. Spock? Or will you give me what I want?
Spock: We have no transported capabilities.
Khan: Fortunately, mine are perfectly functional. Drop your shields.
Spock: If I do so, I have no guarantee that you will not destroy the Enterprise.
Khan: Let's play this out logically then, Mr. Spock. Firstly, I will kill your captain to demonstrate my resolve then, if yours holds, I will have no choice but to kill you and your entire crew.
Spock: If you destroy our ship, you will also destroy your own people.
Khan: Your crew requires oxygen to survive, mine does not. I will target your life support systems, located behind the aft nacelle, and after every single person on board your ship suffocates, I will walk over your cold corpses to recover my people. Now... shall we begin?

You know, we used to outsource this kind of thing. But what we found was the countries we outsourced to had unreliable power grids. Very Third World. You'd turn on a switch - power wouldn't come on, and then tempers would get short. People would resort to pulling fingernails. Acid drips on bare skin. The whole exercise would become counterproductive. But here, the power's stable. Here, there's a nice even flow. Here, you can flip a switch and the power stays on all day. Where is she?

The rat, although a rodent, is carnivorous. You are aware of that. You will have heard of the things that happen in the poor quarters of this town. In some streets a woman dare not leave her baby alone in the house, even for five minutes. The rats are certain to attack it. Within quite a small time they will strip it to the bones. They also attack sick or dying people. They show astonishing intelligence in knowing when a human being is helpless. [...] I have pressed the first lever. You understand the construction of this cage. The mask will fit over your head, leaving no exit. When I press this other lever, the door of the cage will slide up. These starving brutes will shoot out of it like bullets. Have you ever seen a rat leap through the air? They will leap on to your face and bore straight into it. Sometimes they attack the eyes first. Sometimes they burrow through the cheeks and devour the tongue.
O'Brien, Nineteen Eighty-Four

Lovelace: If you expect us to be afraid -
(Kepler chuckles, interrupting her)
Kepler: Please, Captain. At this point I cannot expect anything from you. That would be silly. First we need to... reevaluate our relationship. Reacquaint ourselves with each other. Neither one of you has been in this room before, have you? Welcome to the Urania's armory. Every kind of weapon to fight off any kind of hostile alien life form you could ever conceive of. Of course... in a pinch, most of these also make great disciplinary tools. (chuckles) Oh, the guys at the lab think of everything. Take this one...
(Kepler picks something up)
(loud whirring)
Kepler: This can cut straight through an iron bar.
(puts down thing, picks up something else)
Kepler: This one's pretty cool.
(sparking, whooshing of fire)
Kepler: It burns right into neural pathways. And this one...
(puts down thing, picks up something else)
Kepler: Oh, this one's got everything!
(loud clunking, and whirring)
Kepler: Sharp. Cold. Loud. When I'm done with this one, Captain? Then we'll talk about expectations.
Wolf 359, "Desperate Measures"