In the dark and fuzzy night a humming trough the car radio:
...And it's been so long, that I can't explain and it's been so wrong Right now, so wrong...
... still under construction.
[Mickey:] "The whole world's coming to an end, Mal." [Mallory:] "I see angels, Mickey. They're comin' down for us fromheaven. And I see you ridin' a big red horse. You're drivin' the horses, whippin' 'em. And they're spittin' and barfin' allon you now. They're coming right at us. And I see the future. There's no death 'cause you and I, we're angels." [Mickey:] "I love you, Mal..." [Mallory:] "I know you do, baby. I've loved you since the day we met." in Natural Born Killers
Evey: 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: Well I can see that.
V. : Of course you can, I'm not questioning your powers of observation, I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.
Evey: Oh, right.
V. : But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace soubriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona. Voila! In view humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the “vox populi” now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin, van guarding 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 honour to meet you and you may call me V.
Evey: Are you like a crazy person?
V. : I’m quite sure they will say so.
Throw it all awayLet's lose ourselves'Cause there's no one left for us to blameIt's a shame we're all dyingAnd do you think you deserve your freedomHow could you send us so far away from homeWhen you know damn well that this is allI would still lay down my life for youAnd do you think you deserve your freedomNo I don't think you doThere's no justice in the worldThere's no justice in the worldAnd there never was by Muse
BUNNY: My name is Frank. I want you to follow me.
DONNIE: Why?
FRANK: I'm here to save you. The world is coming to an end, Donnie.
FRANK: Look up in the sky, Donnie.
FRANK: 28 days... 6 hours... 42 minutes... 12 seconds. That is when the world will end.