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v字仇杀队经典台词 ?

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要记住，要记住11月5日

火药阴谋... 绝没有理由被遗忘 但是其中的人呢？ 我知道他名叫盖伊·福克斯...我还知道 他在1605年企图炸毁议会大厦。但他到底是什么人？长什么样？ 我们被教导要记住思想 而不是记住人 因为人可能失败 他可能会被捕 他会被杀死、被遗忘 但400年后... 思想仍可改变世界 我亲眼目睹了思想的威力 我见过人们以它为名杀戮... 或是为了维护它献出生命 但你不能亲吻思想... 也不能触摸它或抱着它 思想不会流血，不会感到痛苦 它们没有爱 而且我所思念的并不是思想 而是一个人 一个让我记住11月5日的男人 一个我永不会忘记的男人

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我听说前美国极度渴求药品... 据说他们已经 送来了几集装箱的小麦和烟草他们说，这是友好的姿态 想知道我怎么想的吗？ 既然你们在听我的节目 所以我假定你们想知道

我觉得现在是时候让这些殖民地 知道我们到底是怎么看他们的 我觉得是时候来“报答”他们 几百年前向我们发动的小小“茶会”了 我说让我们今晚冲到码头上去 把那些破烂扔掉... 把所有烂屁眼的美国鬼子的 破烂都扔掉！ 谁跟我去？谁他妈跟我去？ 你喜欢这个称呼吗？ 烂屁眼的美国鬼子 我是说，我们还能说什么呢？ 曾是拥有一切的国家 绝对是拥有一切.. 而现在，20年以后 变成了什么？ 世界最大的麻风病患集中地，为什么？ 不信上帝 让我再说一遍 不信上帝 不是他们发动的战争 也不是他们制造的瘟疫 是上帝的审判 没人能摆脱过去 没人能逃脱上帝的审判

你们以为没有上帝？ 你们以为他没有 在注视着这个国家？ 还有什么其他解释吗？ 他考验了我们，而我们通过了 我们做了我们必须做的事 埃斯棱顿、恩菲尔德 我都在现场，我都目睹了移民，穆斯林... 同性恋，恐怖分子散播瘟疫的下流种。他们必须滚。力量来自团结。团结来自信仰。我是敬畏上帝的英国人。我真他妈的为此骄傲！已经够意思了。非常感谢 哦，糟糕。现在开始黄色等级宵禁。未经许可出门的人将被逮捕。这是为了你的安全。人们往往用至诚的外表和虔敬的行动。掩饰一颗魔鬼般的心

<三>身份只是本质的一种形式......而我的本质是一个戴面具的人 ...他在命运的浮沉中随波逐流。扮演着受害与加害者的双重角色

这面孔，不徒是虚华的外表...

...决心铲除那些腐化堕落的毒虫他们是作恶的先锋......他们代表了对自由意志肆无忌惮的恶意破坏

...这象征希望的血海深仇不会是徒然的。因为它的价值和正确性......终有一天会证明。那些高尚者和警醒者是对的

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为什么？因为尽管沉默代替了谈话..言语却总是能保持它的力量。言语提供了表达见解的方式......而且它可以告诉。那些愿意倾听的人们真相。而真相是......这个国家有些事情不正常得可怕，对吗？你设计的，你要它傻瓜化。你说要装到伦敦每一台电视！残暴、不公、歧视和镇压在这块土地上你们曾经有过反对的自由......有过思考和言论的自由......你们现在拥有的是胁迫你们就范的...审查制度和监视系统。这是怎么发生的？这要怪谁？当然有些人要背负比其他人更大的责任。他们会为此付出代价的。不过话说回来。你们如果要找罪人的话...照照镜子就行了。我知道你为什么这样做。我知道你害怕。谁不会呢？战争、恐怖事件、疾

病。曾经有无数的问题企图要...摧毁你的理性 剥夺你的常识 恐惧控制了你。你在慌乱中投向了元首先生亚当·苏特勒。他许诺给你们秩序。他许诺给你们和平...所要的回报是你的服从和沉默。昨晚我决定结束这种沉默。昨晚我摧毁了老巴里街..以提醒这个国家它所忘记的事情。四百多年以前。一位伟大的公民打算将11月5日...永远刻入我们的记忆中。他希望以此提醒世界。公平、正义和自...不只是口头说说。它们是对未来的展望。所以如果你什么也没看见...仍然对这个政府犯下的罪行一无所知..我建议你让这个11月5日平淡地过去可是如果你见到我之所见...如果你感到我之所感而你愿意寻我之所寻...我请你在一年以后的今晚.和我并肩站到议会大厦的外面我们将一起给他们留下一个...永远永远不会被忘怀的11月5 <五>

有一件事对所有政府都适用。最可靠的记录就是税收记录

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意思是“藉由真理的力量

我在有生之年得以征服万物” - 浮士德说的 《浮士德》讲的是欺骗魔鬼的事情，对吗？ <七>

我希望你能逃出这个地方 不管你是谁 我希望这世界变得更美好 但我最最希望的是 你能明白我下面的话 尽管我不了解你 甚至从未见过你...未曾一起欢笑悲伤... 未曾吻过你的面庞... 我仍然要告诉你... 我爱你 我全心全意... 爱你

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我是其中一部分的世界 我帮助塑造的世界，将在今晚消亡 而明天，将是不同的世界....该由不同的人来塑造 这个决定应他们来做 今晚，我们... 所支持的国家... .以及我们所热爱的一切....面临着严峻可怖的威胁 我们对于这次 规模空前的暴力攻击... 不会毫无防范 他在哪里？ 他也无法逃脱惩罚！ 我们的敌人是阴险的 他企图分裂我们... 并摧毁我们伟大国家 立国的基础 今晚我们必须咬紧牙关 我们必须坚定不移 但最重要的是 我们要团结起来 今晚因为违反宵禁令而被捕的人... .将被视为敌人的帮凶...

.而被作为恐怖分子起诉 没有慈悲，没有例外 我要看看他的脸 今晚我给你们 我最郑重的誓言...审判会是迅速的... 公正的... 毫不留情的

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这张面具之下不止是肉体 这张面具之下是一种 思想，克里蒂先生 而思想是不怕子弹的 <十>

他是基督山伯爵 他还是我的父亲... .母亲 我的哥哥 我的朋友 他就是你...和我 他是我们每一个人。没人会忘记那个夜晚..以及它对这个国家的意义。但我永远不能忘怀的是那个男人... 以及他在我生命中的意义

第二篇：V字仇杀队台词

V FOR VENDETTAWritten byLarry and Andy WachowskiBased on the graphic novel by Alan MooreFADE IN:In the darkness, we hear a voice, a woman's voice. Her nameis Evey.EVEY (V.O.)"Remember, remember, the fifth ofNovember, the gunpowder treason andplot. I know of now reason why thegunpowder treason should ever beforgot."Her voice has a strength that is metered by a calmness, adeep centered peace that we can feel.EVEY (V.O.)Those were almost the very firstwords he spoke to me and, in a way,that is where this story began,four hundred years ago, in a cellarbeneath the Houses of Parliament.In the darkness, we find a lantern. Guy Fawkes, a dangerousman who wears a goatee, is struggling with a wheelbarrowstacked with barrels of gunpowder.EVEY (V.O.)In 1605, Guy Fawkes attempted toblow up the Houses of Parliament.The wheelbarrow bumps over the heavy stone mortar of thecellar floor. From the dark depths, we hear the sound ofdogs.EVEY (V.O.)He was caught in the cellars withenough gunpowder to level most ofLondon.Guy sees lanterns coming from both sides. He tries to run asthe dogs reach him first. He grabs for his sword as dozensof pole axes pin him against the tunnel's stone wall.EVEY (V.O.)Sometimes I wonder where we wouldbe if he hadn't failed. I wonderif it would have mattered.In the dim pre-dawn light, Guy is led to the gallows.EVEY (V.O.)I suppose the answer is in therhyme. More than the man, what wemust remember is the plot itself.The coarse noose of rope is snugged up to Guy's throat. Helooks into the crowd until he finds a face, a woman's face,staring up at him.EVEY (V.O.)For in the plot we find m

ore thanjust a man, we find the idea ofthat man, the spirit of that man,and that is what we must neverforget.The lever is thrown and the woman looks down, a tear fallingdown her face.EVEY (V.O.)This, then, is the story of thatidea, of that spirit that beganwith an anarchist's plot fourhundred years ago.Guy's body hangs in silhouette, lifeless against a redmorning sun.FADE OUT.FADE IN:INT. SUBURBAN HOUSEA young Evey sits on her father's lap, combing her Barbie'shair.EVEY (V.O.)I was born near the end of themillennium, the year 1997. Myfather used to say that people wereso afraid that the world was goingto end that they were willing it tohappen.Her father sits beside her mother on the living room couch,watching the news. From the look on their faces, the news isbad.EVEY (V.O.)I don't remember much of thecentury's turn. I don't rememberthe market crash or the plague orany of the Trafalgar riots.The television flickers with images of heavily armed soldiersfighting in a shelled city.EVEY (V.O.)I've read about them since but Idon't recall how any of themimpacted my life except for thefear. They would hide it from me,like a secret between them.Little Evey sees her father staring at her mother. Theytake hold of each other's hand, clasping them tight.EVEY (V.O.)But I could feel it.EXT. CITY STREETIt is a new day. People are gathered along the street as ifthey were waiting for a parade.EVEY (V.O.)Of the chaos that seemed to swallowthe beginning of the 21st century,there is one thing I do remember.Evey holds her father's hand. Unable to see what is coming,she can hear it.EVEY (V.O.)Very clearly, I c

an remember thatsound.We hear them, hundreds of marching soldiers.EVEY (V.O.)And I remember those boots, blackleather that gleamed bright in themorning sun. I had never seen suchboots. All moving in perfectunison.Little Evey hides in the forest of adults, clinging to herfather's leg, staring as row after row of boots march by withmilitary precision.EXT. CITY STREETIn the midst of a political rally for the emerging new partycalling itself Norsefire, we find little Evey now on herfather's shoulders.Dascombe, a young man, paces the podium, inciting the crowd.DASCOMBEThe time has come, London, toreturn to a bygone age, an age oftradition, an age of values thathave been disparaged and all butforgotten. What this country needsis a leader! A true leader toremind us of that age. A righteousleader with the strength of hismoral convictions to do what mustbe done. I give you that man! Igive you our leader! Adam Susan!Adam Susan rises and the crowd cheers. Evey's father looksat her mother and again they clasp hands.EVEY (V.O.)It must have seemed so easy tothem. They offered such a simpledeal; give up control and we willrestore order.INT. SUBURBAN HOUSELittle Evey is asleep in her bedroom.EVEY (V.O.)At first, the arrests werepolitical. Dissidents. Radicals. Liberals.A loud crash of splintering wood wakes her up.EVEY (V.O.)When my parents were younger, theyhad been activists. They hadmarched with Labor in the greattrain strike.The sound of heavy boots swarms through the house.LITTLE EVEYMommy?Her bedroom door bursts open and a heavily armed soldierscoops her up.She is carried through the dark house which is filled withsoldiers. On the floor of the living room, she sees herpar

ents being bound with plastic zip-ties.MOTHERMy daughter! Don't take mydaughter!FATHEREvey! Evey!LITTLE EVEYMommy! Daddy!A heavy black hood is pulled over each of her parent's headsas Evey is carried out of the house.EVEY (V.O.)I never saw them again. Overnight,my life, my entire world waserased.INT. BATHROOMA nun with a switch in her crossed arms watches as Evey andseveral other little girls scrub the floor of a dormitorybathroom.EVEY (V.O.)It was done so quickly andviolently, so completely, that itbegan to seem that it had nevereven existed.A tear rolls down Little Evey's cheek.EXT. HOUSEA gay man is dragged violently from his Piccadilly home. Outside, he sees his lover being forced to the cobblestones.EVEY (V.O.)The homosexuals were next. WhatGod had started with AIDS had to befinished by man. It was God'swork. That's what we were told.He reaches for him as the clubs rise and fall, vicious andbloody.EVEY (V.O.)But once they were gone, there wassomeone else. Someone different.In another neighborhood, we see the police arrestingPakistanis.EVEY (V.O.)Someone dangerous.In a different area, young black men are packed into a cagedvan so tightly they are unable to move.EVEY (V.O.)There were those who understoodwhat was happening, who knew it waswrong but who kept silent.A young detective named Finch looks down as the van pullsaway. When he looks up, another man in a military uniformwhose name is Almond is watching him.EVEY (V.O.)And in the vacuum of that silence,order was imposed.Finch sticks his pipe in his mouth and turns away.EXT. STREETAgain, we see the marching boots.

EVEY (V.O.)Order that was like those boots,order that required rigorousdiscipline. Order that is exactlythe same, where each single stepfalls with every step. The orderof the many shaped into one.We move through the columns of marching soldiers to a wallwhere a poster has been plastered up. The poster reads,"Strength Through Purity, Purity Through Faith."EVEY (V.O.)Somehow in my heart, I knew itwouldn't last.As the sound of the marching fades, a shadow falls over thesign.After a moment, we hear the hiss of spray paint.EVEY (V.O.)What they thought they had crushed,the spirit they believed trampledand ground beneath the marching oftheir boots, rose up, rose as iffrom a four hundred year old grave,rose to remind us all that day.The shadow sprays a "V" over the poster.FADE OUT.FADE IN:Close on a loudspeaker. There is one on every major streetcorner.FATE (V.O.)Good evening, London. It's nineo'clock, the fourth of November inthe year 2019 and this is the voiceof Fate broadcasting on 275 and 285of the medium wave.Beneath the loudspeaker is a surveillance system labeled,"For your protection."Bubble eyed lenses iris at the end of stalks that move,insect-like, racheting and clicking as they watch a littlegirl pedal her bicycle. The little girl glances nervouslyover her shoulder up at the mechanical eyes watching her.FATE (V.O.)People of London, be advised --EXT. EVEY'S APARTMENTThere is a radio on a small makeup table.FATE (V.O.)-- that Braxton and Streathon arequarantine zones as of today.Evey is now a young woman. She slips into a dress that islittle more than a nightgown. She tries to adjust it,pulling it down at the hem, pulling it up at the thinshoulder straps, but it is like trying to hide behind alamppost.

FATE (V.O.)It is suggested that these area beavoided for reasons of health andsafety.INT. SHADOW GALLERYAnother radio in a room that seems to be of another world.FATE (V.O.)Good news following theproductivity reports fromHerefordshire indicating a possibleend to meat rationing starting midFebruary.A man enters the room as he once entered the world. His bodyis lean and strong and though we do not see his face, thereis a strength in his carriage, a power to his presence.INT. EVEY'S APARTMENTShe packs tissue paper into the toes of a pair of high heelsthat are too big for her.FATE (V.O.)Police raided seventeen homes inthe Birmingham area, uncoveringwhat is believed to be a majorterrorist ring.INT. SHADOW GALLERYWe move over a dressing bureau, past a wig and over a pair ofblack leather gloves, moving until we find the mask; it islike something from the masquerade ball of another era. Ithas an exaggerated goatee, harlequin cheeks and a smile,forever fixed, at once be-guiling and be-deviling.FATE (V.O.)Twenty eight people, eight of themwomen, are currently in detentionawaiting trial.INT. EVEY'S APARTMENTEvey coats her lips with a lascivious red. She stares intothe mirror, her makeup like a mask over her own face.FATE (V.O.)And that is the face of Londontonight.INT. SHADOW GALLERYThe man, now fully dressed in cloak, hat, and mask gazes intothe mirror.This is V.FATE (V.O.)And this is the voice of Fatesigning off and bidding you apleasant evening.EXT. CITY STREETClose on Evey's high heels, stumbling and awkward as shewalks down a dark cobblestoned street.EXT. CITY STREETClose on V's boots walking in the opposite direction so thatit seems they are walking towards each other.EVEY (V.O.)I don't know what brought us

together that night. I had neverbeen to that part of Westminsterbut ever since I've known him, I'vestopped believing in coincidence.EXT. CITY STREETEvey looks up and sees a man standing mostly in shadow.EVEYExcuse me? Uh... excuse me,Mister?The man turns around. It is not V.EVEYWould you like... uh, would youlike to sleep with me?He smiles.EVEYI mean, for money.MANThat is the clumsiest bit ofpropositioning I've ever heard.EVEYOh god, I'm sorry.MANIs this your first time, darling?EVEYYes, no, I mean for money. But Iknow what you want and I'll do it.She presses her body to his, using her little girl eyes andher woman's mouth.