->'''Evey Hammond:''' Who are you?\\
'''V:''' 'Who'? 'Who' is but the form following the function of 'what' and ''what'' I am is a man in a mask.\\
'''Evey:''' Well I can see that.\\
'''V:''' Of course you can. I'm not questioning your powers of observation; I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man ''who'' he is.
->-- ''After Evey and V meet for the first time''
->''There's thrills and chills and girls galore, there's sing-songs and surprises, There's something here for everyone: reserve your seat today! There's mischiefs and malarkies, but [[DeliberateValuesDissonance no queers or yids or darkies]] within this bastards' carnival: this vicious cabaret!''
->-- '''V''' "This Vicious Cabaret" (musical interlude to Part 2)
->'''V:''' [[AddedAlliterativeAppeal Voilà! In view, a 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 vanguarding 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.]] ''(giggles)'' [[AddedAlliterativeAppeal 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'.\\
'''Evey:''' ... Are you like, a crazy person?
->'''V:''' I am quite sure they will say so.
->Are the wrongs righted? Are the rights restored?
->-- '''V''', ''MTV Movie Special''
->The other gay women here, Rita, died two weeks ago. I imagine I'll die quite soon. It's strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses and I apologized to nobody.\\
I shall die here. Every last inch of me shall perish. Except one.\\
''An inch. It's small and it's fragile and it's the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.''\\
I don't know who you are. Or whether you're a man or a woman. I may never see you or cry with you or get drunk with you. But I love you. I hope that you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better, and that one day people have roses again. I wish I could kiss you.