Rorschach: None of you seem to understand. I'm not locked in here with you. You're locked in here with *ME*!
Rorschach: Rorschach's Journal: October 12th, 1985. Tonight, a comedian died in New York.
Rorschach: [reading from journal] Rorschach's Journal. October 12th, 1985: Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "Save us!"... and I'll whisper "no."
"Go ahead, make my day"
