Nothing but your bloody knives and your fancy karate gimmicks. We have guns

-The only thing that you and I have in common, Mr. Creedy, is we're both about to die.

-How do you imagine that's gonna happen?

-With my hands around your neck.

-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!

-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.

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-Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea, Mr. Creedy. And ideas are bulletproof.

<V for Vendetta, 2005>