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Remember, remember, the Fifth of November, the Gunpowder Treason and Plot. I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot...

V: 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 by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
[carves V into poster on wall]
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.
[giggles]
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.

Optimus Prime: Just remember, there's a thin line between being a hero and being a memory.

Optimus Prime: You, who are without mercy, now plead for it? I thought you were made of sterner stuff!

Greedo: [in Rodian, which he speaks throughout the conversation] Going somewhere, Solo?
Han Solo: Yes, Greedo; I was just coming to see your boss. Tell Jabba I have his money, at last.
Greedo: It's too late. You should have paid him at the first chance you had. Now Jabba's put a price on your head so large, every bounty hunter in the galaxy will be looking for you. I'm lucky I found you first.
Han Solo: Yeah, but this time I've *got* the money.
Greedo: If you give it to me, I might forget I found you.
Han Solo: I don't have it *with* me. Tell Jabba...
Greedo: Jabba's through with you. He has no use for smugglers who drop their shipments at the first sign of an Imperial cruiser.
Han Solo: Even *I* get boarded *sometimes.* Do you think I had a choice?
Greedo: You can tell that to Jabba. He may only take your ship.
Han Solo: Over my dead body!
Greedo: [He doesn't notice Han going for his gun] That's the idea... I've been looking forward to this for a long time.
Han Solo: Yeah, I'll bet you have.
[Blows Greedo away]
Han Solo: Yeah, I'll bet you have.
[Han calmly leaves. On the way out he flips the bartender a coin]
Han Solo: [to the bartender] Sorry about the mess.

John Shaft: You wouldn't know Egyptian cotton if Pharaoh himself gave it to you, you knock-off-wearing ********.

Cornbread: What Shaft? You want me to take an "ethnic sensitivity" workshop or something?
John Shaft: How 'bout I workshop my foot in your a**!

John Shaft: Im a ******** you up for making me run!

Agent Smith: We're willing to wipe the slate clean, give you a fresh start. All that we're asking in return is your cooperation in bringing a known terrorist to justice.
Neo: Yeah. Well, that sounds like a pretty good deal. But I think I may have a better one. How about, I give you the finger
[He does]
Neo: and you give me my phone call.