Natalie Portman (back to the N list / P list)

Emma: Congrats? For what, having sex with you?

Adam: You did a good job, so... I thought you deserved a balloon.

Emma: Do you wanna do this?

Adam: Do what?

Emma: Use each other for sex, at all hours of the day and night. Nothing else.

Adam: Yeah, I could do that.

Emma: Good. It's gonna be fun.

Sandra Kurtzman: You know I worry about you sometimes.

Emma: Why? Is this about me not having a date?

Sandra Kurtzman: No, I know you can dance alone. I know that you'll be fine. You're always fine.

Emma: So?

Sandra Kurtzman: I don't know. When we lost your father I couldn't stand to see you in pain and I think you knew that. I think that you got good at being strong for me. I'm telling you be hurt. I can take it. The world can take it.

Alvin: How long have you two been together?

Emma: Oh, we're not.

Adam: We're sex friends.

Emma: Yes we are.

Adam: Friends with benefits. Fuck buddies.

Adam: You can't just suddenly call me and say you miss me!

Emma: I know...

Adam: No, do not call me to say you miss me. Do not text me, do not e-mail me... do not write it on my wall! If you really miss me, come here and tell me that!

Padme: Are you sure about this? Trusting our fate to a boy we hardly know? The Queen would not approve.

Qui-Gon Jinn: The Queen doesn't need to know.

Padme: Well I don't approve.

Padme: So this is how liberty dies - with thunderous applause.

Evey Hammond: You're getting back at them for what they did to you?

V: What they did to me was monstrous.

Evey Hammond: And they created a monster.

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 it 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 vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. 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. 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.

Evey Hammond: Are you like a crazy person?

V: I'm quite sure they will say so.

Evey Hammond: Who...who are you?

V: Who? Who is but the form following the function of what. And what I am, is a man in a mask.

Evey Hammond: I can see that.

V: Of course you can. I'm not questioning your powers of observation, I'm merely remarking on the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.

V: Would you like to dance?

Evey Hammond: Now?! On the eve of your revolution?

V: A revolution without dancing...is a revolution not worth having!

Evey Hammond: I don't want you to die.

V: That is the most beautiful thing you could have ever given me.

[The news has just reported the death of Lewis Prothero.]

Evey: Did you have anything to do with this?

V: Yes, I killed him.

Evey Hammond: And you're going to make that happen by blowing up a building?

V: The building is a symbol. As is the act of destroying it. Alone a symbol is meaningless. But with enough people, blowing up a building can change the world.

Evey Hammond: Are you a Muslim?

Gordon Deitrich: No. I'm in television.