always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and, for those who will listen, the ennunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there? Creedy : [ V has just made a deal with Creedy ] Why should I trust you? V : Because it's the only way you're ever going to stop me! V : The time has come for me to meet my maker and to repay him in kind for all that he's done. V : [ Quoting Macbeth from Macbeth Act I Scene 7 ] I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. V : [ Quoting Viola from Twelfth Night Act I Scene 2 ] Conceal me what I am, and be my aid For such disguise as haply shall become The form of my intent. V : I, like God, do not play with dice and do not believe in coincidence. [ after a hail of gunfire doesn't stop V ] Creedy : Die! Die! Why won't you die?... Why won't you die? V : Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof. Creedy : Defiant to the end, huh? You won't cry like him, will you? You're not afraid of death. You're like me. V : The only thing that you and I have in common, Mr. Creedy, is we're both about to