remember, remember, the fifth of november...

v: i can assure you, i mean you no harm.
evey: 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: oh, 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.
evey: ...right.
v: but on this most auspicious of nights permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona.
v: voilà!
v: 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 visitationof 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.
v: 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.
v: verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor 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.
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v for vendetta, 2006