Creedy Quotes in V for Vendetta (2005)

[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 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.

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!

Creedy: Defiant till the end, huh?... But 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 that we're both about to die.

Creedy: How do you imagine that's gonna happen?

V: With my hands around your neck...

Creedy: [inhales with hint of fear] Bollocks. Whatcha gonna do, huh? We're swept this place - You've got nothing. Nothing but your bloody knives, and your fancy karate gimmicks... we have *guns* - !

V: Now, what you have are *bullets*, and the hopes that when your guns are empty, I'm no longer standing, because if I am... you'll all be dead before you'll reloaded.

Creedy: That's impossible!

[cocks gun, points at V]

Creedy: . Kill him.

Sutler: Every day, gentlemen. Every day that brings us closer to November. Every day that man remains free is one more failure. 347 days, gentlemen. 347 failures!

Creedy: Chancellor, we do not have the adequate force...

Sutler: [shouts] We are being buried beneath the avalanche of your inadequacies, Mr. Creedy!

Creedy: Not so funny now is it, funny man?

Creedy: Now that's done with. It's time to have a look at your face. Take off your mask.

V: No.

V: Sutler can no longer trust you, can he, Mr. Creedy? And we both know why. After I destroy Parliament, his only chance will be to offer them someone else. Some other piece of meat. And who will that be? You, Mr. Creedy. A man as smart as you has probably considered this. A man as smart as you probably has a plan. That plan is the reason Sutler no longer trusts you. It's the reason why you're being watched right now, why there are eyes and ears in every room of this house and a tap on every phone.

Creedy: Bollocks.

V: Oh, a man as smart as you, I think, knows otherwise.

Creedy: What do you want?

V: Sutler. Come now, Mr. Creedy, you knew this was coming. You knew that one day, it'd be you or him. That's why Sutler's been kept underground, for "security purposes". That's why there are several of your men close to Sutler. Men that could be counted on. All you have to do is say the word.

Creedy: What do I get out of this deal?

V: Me.

[V offers him a piece of chalk]

V: If you accept, put an "x" on your front door.

Creedy: Why should I trust you?

V: 'Cause it's the only way you're ever going to stop me.

V: At last, we finally meet. I have something for you, Chancellor; a farewell gift. For all the things you've done, for the things you might have done, and for the only thing you have left.

[V places a scarlet carson on Sutler's lapel]

V: Good-bye, Chancellor. Mr. Creedy...

Creedy: [leveling his pistol at Sutler's head] Disgusting.

[Creedy shoots Sutler]

Creedy: Disgusting.

Creedy: Only one thing worse than a dragon... Americans.

[after Quinn let Van Zan in]

Creedy: I'm sure you have a perfectly good explanation for this, but I'm buggered if I know what it is.

Quinn Abercromby: He's a Dragon Slayer.

Creedy: What?

Quinn Abercromby: A Dragon Slayer.

Creedy: Oh, he's a Dragon Slayer. I suppose that would make you King Arthur does it?

Creedy: [about his homemade liquor] Creedy's own black label. Aged two weeks in a steel barrel. Now, the secret's swallowing fast. That way it only burns your stomach and not your throat.

[takes a gulp and coughs]

Creedy: Marauders. Years since we've seen them. Well, look at the bright side - at least we're not alone.

Quinn Abercromby: Anything happens, you know what to do.

Creedy: Uh no. I have no idea.

Quinn Abercromby: Me neither.