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 points his gun at Sutler, Sutler whimpers in fear]
Creedy: Disgusting.
[Creedy shoots Sutler]
Evey Hammond: [telling V about her experiences after she left him] I worried about myself for a while... but then one day I was a market and a friend, someone I'd worked with at the BTN, got in line behind me. I was so nervous that when the cashier asked me for my money, I dropped it. My friend picked it up and handed it to me. She looked at me right in the eyes... didn't
recognize me.
[pause]
Evey Hammond: I guess whatever you did to me worked better than I imagined.
Lewis Prothero: [on TV screen] This so called V and his accomplice Evey Hammond, neo-demagogues spouting their message of hate, a delusional and aberrant voice...
Lewis Prothero: Aberrant and abhorrent!
Lewis Prothero: [on TV screen] delivering a terrorist's ultimatum...
Lewis Prothero: Traitor!
Lewis Prothero: [on TV screen] An ultimatum that was met with swift, surgically precise justice!
Lewis Prothero: No mercy!
Lewis Prothero: [on TV screen] The moral of this story ladies and gentleman is...
Lewis Prothero: [turns off TV] Good guys win, bad guys lose, and as always, England prevails!
Gordon Deitrich: [about his TV show] We threw out the censor-approved script and shot a new one that I wrote this morning.
Evey Hammond: [dumbfounded] Oh, my God...
[Evey gulps her champagne as the TV camera pans over the clapping audience, revealing soldiers aiming shotguns; Evey chokes]
Lewis Prothero: [talking to Roger Dascombe on the phone] There will be no negotiation, Roger. When I arrive in the morning, the paddy will be gone. I'm looking at the tape right now, and he has no idea how to light me! My nose looks like Big freaking Ben!
[gets very angry and shouts to Dascombe on the phone]
Lewis Prothero: Listen to me, you bleeding
sod, England prevails because I say it does! And so does every lazy bum on this show, and that includes you! Find another DOP, or find yourself another job!
[hangs up the phone]