Defiant to the end, huh? You won't cry like him, will you? You're not afraid of death....

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 die. Creedy: How do you imagine that's gonna happen? V: With my hands around your neck. Creedy: Bollocks. Whatchya gonna do, huh? We've swept this place. You've got nothing. Nothing but your bloody knives and your fancy karate gimmicks. We have guns. V: No, what you have are bullets, and the hope that when your guns are empty I'm no longer be standing, because if I am you'll all be dead before you've reloaded. Creedy: That's impossible. Kill him. [the fingermen open fire on V, but he still stands after their magazines are empty] V: My turn. [V proceeds to kill all fingermen with his knives before they manage to reload] Creedy: [desperately shooting at the approaching V] 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.