Trying to understand what the interweb nerds are telling you can be quite confusing. It's also distracting when Howie is tight-rope walking our couch like a cat. Silly dog!
V: I can assure you I mean you no harm.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 sobriquet to suggest the character of this dramatis persona.[V throws back his cape.]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 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 vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition! [He slashes a large V through a propaganda poster.] 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. [giggles] 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: Are you, like, a crazy person?V: I am quite sure they will say so. But to whom, might I ask, am I speaking?Evey: I'm Evey.V: Evey? E-V. Of course you are.Evey: What does that mean?V: It means that I, like God, do not play with dice and do not believe in coincidence. Are you hurt?