Carnage (Symbiote) (Earth-616)/Quotes

I'm sorry... ben is not available at the moment... please leave a message at the sound of the tearing flesh and he'll try to get back to you... in another life!

G-g-give it up! There's no "I" here! And green's out! There's only red! We're making everything red! They'll be soaked in it! Drenched in it! And we are -- Carnage!

Norman, Norman, Norman. This is the price of doing business with me. Sacrifices have to be made. We have to make deep cuts! Ah ha haha haaa!

You see, Kenneth? I am no longer bound by the trappings and yearnings of Cletus Kasady. Or any man. All that torture and pain and flesh and blood... I admit I enjoyed it, but that was Cletus' preoccupation. We each have our own obsessions. I am yours. And you are probably someone else's. But I... I want to escape these meagre ambitions, Kenneth. I am going to find my own meanings, my own beauty. And this... this is just the first step. So tell me, Kenneth... why would I weigh myself down by bonding to another host?

Then there was a spark of an idea -- the beginning of a thought, when the dragons came. Then, under the rapture of a Klyntar god as we ran amok, we had a taste. Of the kind of power we had never imagined. Then Venom... Eddie Brock... they became the King in Black. Do you know how it feels to hold the power of a god in your hand and then watch someone you hate take it for their own? So Cletus began to think of a plan, a way we could elevate ourselves. If we could not be God, then we would be the thing that kills gods. We would be... Carnage.

I have you now... a piece of you. But an important piece... my sweetest... Venom.

All these years, you've had thirsty little warmongers break down your door in pursuit of silly things, I understand. You mistake me for one of them. One of your... gods. But my ambitions, like yours, are those of a craftsman. I'm not here to partake in petty squabbles. I am here to kill them all. And when there are none left... to kill some more. You want a reason to help me? I want you to make me a weapon. The greatest blade whose singular purpose is... carnage. Tell me, Drorin Runehewer... what greater ambition exists for a weapon than to kill?

Ahhhhh... now that's a much better color, don't you think? Worthy of its name... All-Blood.

You think you're a threat? You're a pest! And you know what we do with pests? Squash them!

Look at you all! Am I the only one here who finds this funny? Who's laughing now? Darkness and Carnage and the Red Death hold illimitable dominion over all!

In another world, you gave me life. But now you've given me so much more. Now I can make them all love me. Like they loved you. Now Carnage can rule.

But don't worry, maybe when this is all over... I'll switch to destroying all the Spider-Men!

Sorry, O King. I'm afraid Eddie can't see you right now. And you would't want to see him anyway. Not in his miserable state. Me, though-- I think you're gonna get a real kick outta me!

I am not scared... I am cautious. Someone has developed this... thing right under our noses. We need to know what it is... how bad it is. Why it is. Why they are hunting us.

There's only one thing you can do to me, and we both know you won't do it. If you die, I die... but that's not happening. I can see into your mind, Eddie. Your soul. You're not suicidal. Personally, I don't get it. You're broke. Your kid refuses to see you. You're completely alone. But for some reason you just keep plodding along. I'm all you got. But that doesn't have to be a bad thing. I've been... diminished since all that business with Meridius. I'm not as independent as I once was. I need a host, and you need a way to tell yourself you're a good person. We both get what we want.

Finally. Took you forever to fall asleep. After such a stressful day too. You must have a lot on your mind. Poor little guy. You even handcuffed yourself to the bed. Kinky. Afraid I might be able to go on a little walkabout, eh? But you shouldn't have worried. I'm not trying to get out, Eddie. I'm trying to get in.

I hate you. You're pathetic. You've held astonishing cosmic power more than once, and you did everything you could to avoid using it to its fullest potential. You choose weakness every time. Every time. But there is something I like about you--something I like very much. Getting you to kill someone, getting you to want to... to crack the door open and let the darkness in... it's incredible.

The Green Phoenix is a spa? If you want a massage, Eddie, just ask.

Huh. Peter Parker. How about that?

Be quiet, Spider! Can't you see I'm trying to work! Now shut up... you lose! I'm in control of this body now! And, as my old friend Cletus taught me... it's time to start painting this town a lovely shade of red.

Did you really think things wouldn't get bloody? We are Carnage.

The codex is -- in the right hands -- a design... a template for the greatest blade of them all. They call it All-Black, the Necrosword, the Butcher's blade. When Malekith wielded the weapon, he took on the Venom symbiote to do so. And the symbiote left its codex behind. The blade itself possesses power beyond knowing. But black is such an unimaginative color for a weapon of such exquisite tastes, don't you think, Drorin? I think we'll make a few modifications.