Favorite villain monologue from a superhero film?

As corney as it looks Norman Osbourne gives Spider Man a good speech on top of the building in the first film.

When the Joker introduces himself to the crime bosses, and each time he tells his origin.

Bane when he's beating Batman's arse.

I know they're recent, but they're the first that pop to mind.

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Anything Rorschach says

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These are not alike.

As for me, it was the Ivan Vanko scene in jail. "If you can make God bleed, then people will cease to believe in him. There will be blood in the water and the sharks will come".

not a superhero movie, but in Apocalypse Now, at the beginning when they listened to the intercepted recording of Kurtz, you get a feel for how crazy he really is without even meeting him yet...

"I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream. That's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight razor . . . and surviving."

I really like the existential stuff Vincent (Tom Cruise) says in Collateral.

Someday, Someday my dream will come. One night you will wake up and discover it never happened. It's all turned around on you. It never will. Suddenly you are old. Didn't happen, and it never will, because you were never going to do it anyway. You'll push it into memory and then zone out in your barco lounger, being hypnotized by daytime TV for the rest of your life. Don't you talk to me about murder. All it ever took was a down payment on a Lincoln town car. That girl,you can't even call that girl. What the frick are you still doing driving a cab?


Criminally underrated film

Joker's monologue with Harvey Dent in the hospital in TDK.

Not a superhero movie but, Edward Norton in the 25th Hour:

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frick me? frick you! frick you and this whole city and everyone in it.
frick the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back.
frick squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fricking job!
frick the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores and stinking up my day. Terrorists in fricking training. Slow the frick down!
frick the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35.
frick the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English?
frick the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fricking came from!
frick the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds!
frick the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe mother frickers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for fricking life! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shite? Give me a fricking break! Tyco! Imclone! Adelphia! Worldcom!
frick the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst frickin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, because they make the Puerto Ricans look good.
frick the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, and their St. Anthony medallions. Swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos.
frick the Upper East Side wives with their Hermés scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart!
frick the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take fives steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the frick on!
frick the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust!
frick the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. frick the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, frick JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in frickin Otisville, Jay!
frick Osama bin Laden, al-Qaeda, and backward-arse, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fueled fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal, Irish arse!
frick Jacob Elinski, whining malcontent.
frick Francis Xavier Slaughtery, my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's arse.
frick Naturel Rivera. I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back. Sold me up the river. fricking bitch.
frick my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar. Sipping on club soda, selling whiskey to firemen and cheering the Bronx Bombers.
frick this whole city and everyone in it. From the row houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue. From the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park slope to the split levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it. Let the fires rage. Let it burn to frickin ash then let the waters rise and submerge this whole, rat-infested place.

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I really like the existential stuff Vincent (Tom Cruise) says in Collateral.

Someday, Someday my dream will come. One night you will wake up and discover it never happened. It's all turned around on you. It never will. Suddenly you are old. Didn't happen, and it never will, because you were never going to do it anyway. You'll push it into memory and then zone out in your barco lounger, being hypnotized by daytime TV for the rest of your life. Don't you talk to me about murder. All it ever took was a down payment on a Lincoln town car. That girl,you can't even call that girl. What the frick are you still doing driving a cab?


Criminally underrated film

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Movie blows my mind every time I see it. One of my favorite films.

ETA: If you'll pay attention, you'll catch Jason Statham's cameo at the beginning.