Katsumoto: You would rather I kill (Algren) to avenge your husband?
Taka: ... Yes.
Katsumoto: Hirotaro tried to kill the American. It was karma.
Taka: I know!... [long pause, Taka seems to realize her hypocrisy] Forgive my weakness.
"Another seal...has been opened. My family... my brothers, my sister, THEY'VE BEEN TAKEN FROM ME! By a snake! In the garden! I thought I knew God's plan... but I was wrong. I was blind... but now I see. You took my family from me so that I could have yours. We will welcome them with open arms... just as we will welcome you. We will be waiting for you. Where it all began."
Anthony DeMarco: You killed my son. You killed my fucking son. My boy. My only son.
Max Payne: Listen, I'm sorry—
DeMarco: Fuck you!
Raul Passos: I'm sorry for your loss, but your son was killed in a gun battle — a battle he started.
DeMarco: Shut your fucking mouth! Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!
Max Payne: Listen, I'm sorry—
DeMarco: Fuck you!
Raul Passos: I'm sorry for your loss, but your son was killed in a gun battle — a battle he started.
DeMarco: Shut your fucking mouth! Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!
Major Anya Amasova: The man I loved. He was in Austria 3 weeks ago. Did you kill him?
James Bond: When someone's behind you on skis at 40 miles per hour trying to put a bullet in your back, you don't always have time to remember a face. In our business, Anya, people get killed. We both know that. So did he. It was either him or me. The answer to the question is yes. I did kill him.
Major Anya Amasova: Then, when this mission is over, I will kill you.
James Bond: When someone's behind you on skis at 40 miles per hour trying to put a bullet in your back, you don't always have time to remember a face. In our business, Anya, people get killed. We both know that. So did he. It was either him or me. The answer to the question is yes. I did kill him.
Major Anya Amasova: Then, when this mission is over, I will kill you.
— The Spy Who Loved Me note
People keep tracing back blame and stop wherever it's most convenient for the story they want to be true.
— Mr. Dr. Pepper, The Bleachers