“Unfinished Business” quotes from Criminal Minds

Robert -- vote "Yes", and you best pray our children read their textbooks more than their Bibles. For only history could be conned into forgiving us.

Rogue

His name was Gambit. Remember it!

The name's Sunspot, definitely got more flair!

(Removes the mask obscuring his face, revealing it to be white and blue) My name is En Sabah Nur.

Oh, dear.

So much pain, my children. So much death.

En Sabah Nur

Magnus, what is the meaning of this?

Lift the wool from your eyes, Nur. This so-called prophet has lied to you! He hides their true intent. They hoard the very machines we seek to destroy.

En Sabah Nur

You are using them to build something. A weapon for yourself?

Nur, give me a chance to explain.

En Sabah Nur

You have deceived me. Your own.

I'm sorry, Nur.

En Sabah Nur

Lies are weapons of the weak.

Nur, please, no!

En Sabah Nur

[chuckling] He was not fit to survive. [yelling] DESTROY THEM!

En Sabah Nur

Our fight is not done! Aaaah!!!

All creation is forged through destruction, the end bringing forth the beginning, the beginning returning to the end. You will be the end of things, En Sabah Nur. Armies will dream of your demise, curse you, fear you. But all creation must crash against the Eternal Shore in order to thrive and grow. If you can endure it, then say the words.

En Sabah Nur

I am the rocks of the Eternal Shore! Crash against me and be broken!!!

Meanwhile, the demand has been made, and there's not long to formulate our response.

Well, I'm not fucking a pig. Page one, that's not happening.

Of course.

Don't run it, Martin.

I'm sorry, I can't help you.

You know how much help you're getting from here on in? Multiply nothing by shit all. UKN is dead to us. Shove it up your ass, you fuck...

I won't have to do anything.

Everyone's laughing at us.

You don't know that.

I know people. We love humiliation. We can't not laugh.

Nothing is going to happen.

It's already happening in their heads. In their heads, that's what you're doing. What my husband is doing.

[to Abi] You've got a phenomenal voice. It was the most beautiful song. You think I'm being cheesy? All right, I am being cheesy. But it was beautiful, so, you know reality's cheesy sometimes. Not often, admittedly, but now.

You heard me singing in a toilet. Is that real?

Bing

More than anything that's happened all year.

I can't take that kind of clockage off someone. It's 12 mils, no way.

Bing

Let me do this. I...I look around here, I just...I just want something real to happen. Just once.

Well? Come on. Got our attention, as requested. What do you want to say? Have you prepared a speech, is that it? Speak!

Bing

I haven't got a speech. I didn't plan words. I didn't even try to. I just knew I had to get here, to stand here, and I knew I wanted you to listen. To really listen, not just pull a face like you're listening, like you do the rest of the time. A face like you're feeling instead of processing. You pull a face, and poke it towards the stage, and we lah-di-dah, we sing and dance and tumble around. And all you see up here, it's not people, you don't see people up here, it's all fodder. And the faker the fodder is, the more you love it, because fake fodder's the only thing that works any more. Fake fodder, it's all that we can stomach. Actually, not quite all. Real pain, real viciousness, that we can take. Yeah, stick a fat man up a pole, we laugh ourselves feral, because we've earned the right, we've done cell time and he's slacking, the scum, so ha-ha-ha at him! Because we're so out of our minds with desperation, we don't know any better. All we know is fake fodder and buying shit. That's how we speak to each other, how we express ourselves is buying shit. What, "I have a dream"? The peak of our dreams is a new app for our Dopple! That doesn't exist! It's not even there! We buy shit that's not even there! Show us something real and free and beautiful. You couldn't. Yeah? It'd break us. We're too numb for it. I might as well choke. It's only so much wonder we can bear. That's why when you find any wonder whatsoever, you dole it out in meagre portions. And only then, until it's augmented, and packaged, and pumped through 10,000 preassigned filters till it's nothing more than a meaningless series of lights, while we ride day in, day out, going where?! Powering what?! All tiny cells and tiny screens and bigger cells and bigger screens and fuck you! Fuck you, that's what it boils down to! It's fuck you! Fuck you for sitting there and slowly making things worse! Fuck you and your spotlight and your sanctimonious faces! Fuck you all for thinking the one thing I ever came close to never meant anything! For oozing around it and crushing it into a bone, into a joke, one more ugly joke in a kingdom of millions! Fuck you for happening! Fuck you for me, for us, for everyone! Fuck you!

I know you've got me down as this creature. You know, hey, I get where you're coming from. I like your stuff.

Bing

It's not stuff. It's truth.

Am I right? Your truth, admittedly, but truth nonetheless.