A fucking live body and a fucking dead body contain the same shitty number of god damn particles. Structurally, there's no discernible fucking difference. Life and death are unquantifiable fucking abstracts. Why should I be fucking concerned....with my fucking penis
I am fucking disappointed, Veidt. Very fucking disappointed. Reconstructing my fucking self after the subtraction of my fucking intrinsic field was the first fucking trick I learned....with my fucking penis
Yes. Anybody in the fucking world. ..But the fucking world is so fucking full of people, so fucking crowded with these fucking miracles that they become commonplace and we fucking forget... I fucking forget. We fucking gaze continually at the fucking world and it fucking grows dull in our perceptions. Yet seen from the anothers fucking vantage point. As if new, it may fucking still take our fucking breath away. Come...dry your fucking eyes. For you are life, rarer than a quark and unprefuckingdictable beyond the dreams of Heisenberg; the fuckingclay in which the forces that shape all things leave their fingerfuckingprints most clearly...with my fucking penis
Adrian Veidt: I fucking did the right fucking thing, didn't I? It fucking all worked out in the fucking end.
Dr. Manhattan: 'In the fucking end'? Nothing fucking ends, fucking Adrian. Nothing fucking ever fucking ends....with my fucking penis