"You'd like to quantify me, Officer Starling. You're so ambitious, aren't you? Do you know what you look like to me, with your good bag and your cheap shoes? You look like a rube. You're a well-scrubbed, hustling rube with a little taste. Your eyes are like cheap birthstones - all surface shine when you stalk some little answer. And you're bright behind them, aren't you? Desperate not to be like your mother. Good nutrition has given you some length of bone, but you're not more than one generation out of the mines Officer Starling. Is it the West Virginia Starlings or the Okie Starlings, Officer? It was a toss-up between college and the opportunities in the Women's Army Corps, wasn't it? Let me tell you something specific about yourself, Student Starling. Back in your room, you have a string of gold add-a-beads and you feel an ugly little thump when you look at how tacky they are now, isn't that so? All those tedious thank-yous, permitting all that sincere fumbling, getting all sticky once for every bead. Tedious. Tedious. Bo-o-o-o-r-i-ing. Being smart spoils a lot of things, doesn't it? And taste isn't kind. When you think about this conversation, you'll remember the dumb animal hurt in his face when you got rid of him. If the add-a-beads got tacky, what else will as you go along? You wonder, don't you, at night?" Paul Krendler
: We need [Buffalo Bill's] address. And a physical description. Hannibal Lecter
: Tell me, Senator: did you nurse Catherine yourself? Senator Martin
: What? Lecter
: Did you breast feed her? Senator Martin
* Yes. I did. Lecter
: Toughened your nipples, didn't it? Amputate a man's leg and he can still feel it tickling... tell me, Ma'am. When your little girl is on the slab, where will it tickle you?
: Whats holding you back? Youre capable of so much, of changing the world, of destroying it, but youre so very small, Amelia Claire Lavere
... Imagine my surprise when I found out your relation to Marquis.
In my last visit to Brockton Bay
, I crossed paths with each of the major players. I met the man. I must tell you, Amelia, he was a very
interesting character. Marquis was a man of honor
. He decided on the rules he would play by and he stuck to them. He put his life and limb at risk to try to keep me from killing women and children
, and I decided to see if I could use that to break him. I admit I failed... Youre your fathers daughter. Both of you are bound up in rules youve imposed on yourselves. His rules defined his demeanor, the boundaries he worked within, the goals he sought to achieve and how he achieved them. They were his armor as much as his power was. I would guess your rules are your weakness.
Rather than focus you, they leave you in free fall, nothing to grasp on to except your sister there, and we both know how that has turned out
... you could be like us. It wouldnt even be very hard.
Just let go of those rules of yours. Youd get everything you ever wanted. Amelia, when I say you could have everything you ever wanted, Im telling you that you could live free of guilt, of shame, you could have your sister by your side, no more doubts plaguing you, no more feeling down. Havent you laid in bed at night, wondering, praying for a world where you could have something like that?
Im telling you that you can have those things, and I promise you that the transition from being who you are now to being who you could be would be much quicker than you suspect. Amelia, you could let yourself cut loose and love life for the first time since you were young. Panacea
* Ive never felt like that. Never felt carefree. Not since I could remember. Not even when I was a kid. Jack Slash
: I see. From your earliest memory, what was that? In Marquiss home? No? Being taken home
by the heroes and heroines that would become your false family? Ah, I saw that change in expression. That would be your earliest memory, and you found yourself struggling to adjust to your new home, to school and life without your supervillain daddy. By the time you did figure those things out, you had other worries. I imagine your family was distant. So you struggled to please them, to be a good girl, not that it ever mattered. There was only disappointment
... I know these sorts of things and what to look for because Ive met others like you. Thats what Im offering you. A chance to be with similar people for the first time in your life, a chance to be yourself, to have everything you want, and to be with me. I suspect youve never been around someone who actually paid attention to you... I imagine they were telling you No, you arent. You can be good'?... But you didnt believe them, did you, Amelia? Youve spent years telling yourself the opposite. Youre a bad person, youre destined to be bad, by circumstance and blood. And even though you didnt believe them, youll believe me
when I tell you no, you arent a good person, but thats okay. Isnt it unfair? Through no fault of your own, the blood in your veins is the blood of a criminal, and thats affected how your family looks at you. Youve been saddled with feelings that arent your fault, and doomed to a life without color, enjoyment or pleasure. Dont you deserve to follow your passions? A decade and a half of doing what others want you to do, doing what society wants you to do, havent you earned the right to do what you really desire, just this once?
So Ill offer you a deal. If you indulge yourself, well surrender. I wont even make you do it now. Just look me in the eye, and honestly tell me youll do it. Drop all of the rules youve set yourself. I dont care what you do after, you can wipe your sisters memories, you can kill yourself,
you can run away or come with us. And your side wins
... Three and a half words: 'I'll do it', and we leave the city.
Wake up, little spider. No, you're not dead yet, just paralysed. 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.
Why bother? Spider-Man:
Because it's right
. Green Goblin:
Here's the real truth. There are eight million people in this city. And those teeming masses exist for the sole purpose of lifting the few exceptional people onto their shoulders. You, me? We're exceptional. I could squash you like a bug right now, but I'm offering you a choice. Join me! Imagine what we could accomplish together... what we could create. Or we could destroy! Cause the deaths of countless innocents in selfish battle again and again and again until we're both dead! Is that what you want? Think about it, hero!
Betty once said you're my father. But, you're not now and never will be. David Banner:
Oh, is that so? Well, I got news for you. I didn't come here to see you. I came here to see my son. My real son. The one inside of you. You're nothing but a superficial shell, a husk of flimsy consciousness ready to be torn off at a moment's notice. Bruce:
You can think what you like. I don't care. Just go! David:
No, son. Listen to me. I've found a cure, for me. My cells can transform, too. Absorb enormous amounts of energy. But, unlike you, they're unstable. Son, I need your strength. I gave you life, now you must give it back to me. Only a million times more radiant, more powerful! Bruce:
Stop what?! Stop what?! Think about all those men out there, in their uniforms! Barking and swallowing orders! Inflicting their petty rule over the entire globe! Think of all the harm they've done! To you! To me! To humanity! And know this, that we can make them, and their flags and their anthems and their governments dissappear! In a flash! You and me! Bruce:
I'd rather die! David:
Oh, that's your answer. And indeed you shall die. And be reborn a hero! Of the kind that walked the Earth long before the pale religions of civilization infected humanity's soul! Bruce:
Stop your bawling, you weak, little speck of human trash.
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. Y'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, uh, these "civilized people"? They'll eat each other. See, I'm not a monster. I'm just ahead of the curve. Why do they always talk so much? The Doctor:
You want voices in the dark, then listen to mine. That thing
is playing on very basic fears. Darkness, childhood nightmares, all that stuff.
Danny: But that's how the devil works!
The Doctor: Or
a good psychologist.
"You know, I have given my life to the lost children of Gotham because I wanted to make a difference. And you know what kind of difference I made? None. Because the people running this city feed off the weak and the law protects them. And when your mayor rounded up all those children to send off to that prison upstate, I decided "no more." I would teach them there are consequences. So why don't you ask yourself, detective: Who are you fighting for? A mayor in the mob's pocket? Cops on the take? Or for the weak and the innocent? Who are you, finally?"
Odin: MY SON, why would you lurk in your transparent prison cell and torment your visitors with predatory mind games? Why would you do such a thing?
Hey, policeman. How many days have you gone without? Poor thing. Don't you ever comfort yourself? I knew it! You're always wanted to be a policeman ever since you were a kid! You were always studying and never played. You didn't criticize the dirty room and went in anyway. You do lots of busy work. You're a hard-working good boy. But sometimes, you get lonely. Go ahead, hit me. Hit me, and you'll feel better. Hey, you don't have to hold back. It'll make you feel really good. Hit my face as hard as you can. Punch me in the stomach, yell at me. And then rip off my clothes. It's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's who you really are. And it's the most important part of your heart. You can act like a little kid, or you can be violent. You can do anything you want to me. You can use me as your outlet~
There's nowhere you can hide, Spartan. Put as much distance between you and the truth as you want. It changes nothing. Pretend to be everything you are not... Teacher. Husband. Father.
But there is one unavoidable truth you will never
escape: You cannot change. You will always be... a MONSTER
"You heroes pretend to be society's guardians. For generations, you pretended not to see those you couldn't protect and swept their pain under the rug. It's tainted everything you've built. That means your system's all rotten from the inside with maggots crawling out. It all builds up, little by little, over time. You've got the common trash, all too dependent on being protected. And the brave guardians who created the trash that need coddling. It's a corrupt, vicious cycle. Everything I've witnessed... this whole system you've built has always rejected me. Now I'm ready to reject it. That's why I destroy. That's why I took this power for myself. Simple enough, yeah? I don't care if you understand. That's what makes us... heroes and villains."