JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, Part V: Vento Aureo

Giorno Giovanna:
I, Giorno Giovanna, have a dream that I know is just.

Bruno Bucciarati:
This... This is the taste of a liar! Giorno Giovanna!

Guido Mista:
I'm good at assassinations. That's my thing. It's the best bet we have as long as we have Sex Pistols!

Narancia Ghirga:
It's not the worst I've done. At least I didn't have to torch up the whole town...

Leone Abbachio:
Stupid shit? No. This has to do with my safety. I can’t just carelessly reveal my Stand ability in front of a stranger I can’t trust. Bucciarati, I don’t know what made you trust this guy, but I don’t consider him a part of the team.

Panacotta Fugo:
You stupid delinquent! Are you messing with me!? How many times do I have to teach you this before you learn?! You just said six times five was thirty, so why the hell is your answer even less?! YOU SHIT-FOR-BRAINS!!

Diavolo:
Only the results! In this world, only the results matter!

Giorno Giovanna:
Repeating one's self is futile. It's a big waste of time, and a bigger waste of breath. Totally useless.

Giorno Giovanna:
I plan on defeating your boss and taking over this city. In order to get rid of gangsters that sell drugs to children, I'm going to have become a gangster myself.

Giorno Giovanna:
You told me there were 2 paths, but sadly, you only have one.

Giorno Giovanna:
When someone insults you, even murder is forgivable? I see. What you told me is very important. You insulted that innocent old man's life. So I changed one of your guns into a banana. You should savor your last meal as best as you can.

Giorno Giovanna:
Oh please. Did you really think you're that lucky. A piece of shit like you?

Giorno Giovanna:
This is... Requiem. What you're seeing is indeed the truth. You are seeing the movements created by your abilities, but you will NEVER arrive at the truth that's going to happen. None who stand before me shall ever get there, regardless of their abilities. This is the power of Gold Experience Requiem!

Bruno Bucciarati:
To complete my mission, and protect my men. Having to do both at once is what makes being an officer so tough. Are you ready for this? I know I am.

Bruno Bucciarati:
Arrivederci.

Bruno Bucciarati:
And now... The boss is now...! The most repulsive form of evil is to exploit innocent people who don't know anything, and to use others merely for one's own gain! A FATHER DID THIS TO HIS INNOCENT DAUGHTER, ALL TO COVER HIS OWN ASS!? This in unforgivable! You have once again betrayed my heart!

Bruno Bucciarati:
Giorno... I was reborn. When I met you back home in Naples, when I betrayed the organization... My soul had been fated to slowly die, but it was reborn, thanks to you. This is what true happiness is. This is how it should be. Don't worry about it. Please give everyone my regards.

Narancia Ghirga:
Do you think... I'm going to falter? Because of... Because of something like this? We're... Going to get the hell out of Venice, completely safe and sound.

Narancia Ghirga:
Volare Via.

Guido Mista:
I aimed for the same wound. If I shoot another round at the one that's stopped in your head, it's going to push it just enough to deep further into your skull!

Guido Mista:
I can see it! I can see the path perfectly! It's there, Giorno! I see the path I need to take through the darkness!

Leone Abbacchio:
Fugo's absolutely right. What you did is basically suicide. No matter where in the world you might run to, you'll never find a safe haven again. Besides, I pledged my loyalty to the organization. It's not like I pledged my loyalty to you. That being said... I never had a home or place I wanted to go. The only time I'm ever at ease... is when I'm with you, Bucciarati.

Diavolo:
Once anyone witnesses King Crimson... As of that moment... They no longer exist in this world.

Diavolo:
This is a test. I've accepted this test to stand victorious against my past. A person grows once they are able to defeat their weaker self. Wouldn't you agree, Jean Pierre Polnareff?

Diavolo:
No one can escape the fate that was chosen for them. All that remains is the result, where you will all perish. Eternal greatness only exists only within myself. Sing a song of sorrow in a world where time has vanished.

Ghiaccio:
You know Paris, France? In English, they pronounce it “Paris,” but everyone else pronounces it without the “s” sound, like the French do. But with Venezia, everyone it the English way, “Venice.” Like The Merchant of Venice and Death in Venice.... Why though?! Why isn’t the title Death in Venezia?! Are you friggin’ mocking me?! It takes place in Italy so use the Italian word, damn it! That shit pisses me off! Bunch of dumbasses!

Polpo:
What I'm about to say may contradict God's teachings, but I'd like you to listen carefully. If the most important thing in this world is trust, the most despicable thing you can do is insult someone. Listen well... To insult or betray someone's trust not only hurts someone's reputation, but puts them in a very sticky situation. We will not fight others or risk our lives over money, power, or having our seats taken at a theater or on the bus. Fighting is truly foolish. Only idiots bother with it. But... I will risk my life over being insulted. I believe that God forgives even murder. Don't forget that.

Bruno :
Arrivederci!

The moment that anyone sees King Crimson...they no longer exist in this world.

Giorno Giovanna:
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Diavolo:

I'm being tested.

In a moment we will find out if I'm prepared to vanquish my past.

We really only grow once we've conquered our phantoms, wouldn't you say?

How lovely to see you again, Jean Pierre Polnareff.

Diavolo:

Fascinating how the past can wriggle its way back, no matter how many pieces I might cut it up into.

You amaze me. I never thought I'd deal with the same vermin more than once.

Hello? Yes, this is Doppio.

Dololololololo

Korewa Requiem...da.

Doppio

Tururururururururu~

Moshi moshi. soy, Doppio desu.

This is what... Requiem is.

What you see is indeed the truth.

Your ability indeed sees the actions that we shall perform.

However, you will never reach the truth that will occur.

Nobody who stands before me shall ever do so, regardless of their abilities!

This is...

Golden Experience Requiem!

Giorno:
"I hate having to say things twice when i shouldn't have to."

Mista:

"Ahh Giorno! not there don't heal me there"

Giorno:

"Don't move Mista, you know my stand can't really HEAL the wounds..."

Narancia:

*exclaims in surprise*

"I DIDIN'T SEE ANYTHING, BUCCIARATI"

Bruno:

"Narancia, what's wrong!"

Giorno Giovanna:
Those who carry on the will of those who have passed must keep moving forward.

Giorno:
Luca... Don't make me say the same thing twice. I've told you that I already paid, so I don't have any. So please don't make me say it a third time.

Bucciarati:
(Licking Giorno after he lied about having nothing to do with Luca) What a surprise! That's the distinct tang of a liar! Right, Giorno Giovanna?!

Bucciarati:
Speak! You know who's responsible. Were you told not to tell anyone? Let's have you tell me who did Luca in.

Giorno (to Bucciarati):
You wouldn't believe me if I told you it was an accident, would you? So I'm going to be disposed of, right? And you came here fully prepared, right? When you're going to dispose of someone, you always prepared for the possibility that you could end up being the one disposed of, right?

Black Sabbath:
You're the one who ignited the flame! I offer two paths, but you must pick the one that leads to salvation! Time to choose: Do you live on and become one of the chosen, or do you recede along the path of death?

Koichi:
"What was that Stand?"

Giorno "Didn't you see? The murdering kind."

Polpo:
If having faith in one's fellow man is paramount, then must be also be true that there's no greater offense to a fellow man then the act of disrespect. Listen carefully. Abusing that trust is unacceptable. Not only does the act dishonor the benefactor of that fragile trust, then it also jeopardizes his very life and livelihood. Money and profit mustn't cloud your judgement. It doesn't matter if you lost a seat at the theatre or even a bus stop. We don't engage in actions that risk one's own life. Conflict's a sport for barbarians. It's a pastime for fools. But, if I or any of my men are disrespected, all bets are off. In the eyes of God, murder is acceptable when one has been disrespected.

Polpo:
Did he really kept the flame alight for 24 hours? Or did he relight the lighter and become a Stand User? I don't care either way. Young ones like him can be easily manipulated, we can do whatever we want of him now! (picks up a banana that was a gun that Giorno transformed, resulting in his death.)

Giorno:
(enters the truck as the driver complained after being bullied by Guido): Sorry to intrude, but we have to move it. I'm after someone, and need you to take me to the top of the island right now!

Driver:
(grits his teeth in hesitation)

Giorno:
(slams the dashboard and angrily demands) WELL DON'T JUST SIT THERE! WE HAVE TO GO! YOU ARE PLANNING TO HELP ME, RIGHT!?

Driver:
(scared) Right. Let's go...

Illuso:
(Abbacchio grabbing his Stand by the throat) How the hell are you...!? Y-You could only do this with a power of a stand! (chokes) I dragged you in here alone, there's no way you could be choking Man in the Mirror!

Abbacchio:
Guess breaking that mirror wasn't such a mistake after all. Your view of the outside world just got a whole lot narrower. You did drag something in here, problem is you can't see! You gave me access... but just for my physical self!?

Illuso:
Wait... Is that...!?

Abbacchio:
(Revealed to be Moody Blues) Thanks for making my job easier!

Mista:
AAAAAAAAAAGH! (pulls Fugo away from a shocked Trish after the former got knocked into the latter's bust) Please, miss, you gotta forgive Fugo! He didn't mean to come off as an over-eager horn-dog! I know it seems like we hit the brakes so my man here can peek at those jaunty jiggle-sacks, but I give you my word that's not it! Blame his weakness in the face of boobs!

Fugo:
Just shut up, would ya!? I was bracing for impact, and you're making it sound like I was trying to cop a feel!

Mista:
JUST PROMISE ME WHATEVER YOU DO YOU WON'T TELL THE BOSS!!!

Mista:
Guess being stuck inside a turtle has its drawbacks. It's kinda muggy. Hey Narancia, you want a drink, too? Hope you're good with it being cold. There's cola and mineral water, sparkling water, and apple, orange, and pineapple juice. [noticing that Narancia's gone deaf] Hey, are you listening to me at all?!

Narancia:
Huh? You say something, Mista?

Mista:
I asked if you wanted something to drink! Though you might wanna try getting some shut-eye! You've seen better days there, man. I'll keep an eye on the ceiling while you rest.

Narancia:
Sounds like a plan! I'm actually starting to feel a little achy, anyway. My back and shoulders are killing me, so I think I'll cop a squat. Something warm would sure hit the spot right now, but nothing too heavy.

Mista:
For the last time, all we've got in the fridge are cold ones! Come on! Does your brain shut down when you talk to people!?

Narancia:
In that case, banana, it is. Yeah. [reads the magazine] Gardens like these really soothe the soul. Your stress just melts away. So heavenly. Man, oh, man, what I'd give to bask in that Garden of Eden's warm sunshine, just daydreaming about the good old days.

Mista [disgusted]:
Gross! Would you cut that shit out!? Nobody wants your nasty-ass spit on the damn pages!

Narancia:
Huh? You're saying I did what now!? There's no way! You're crazy!

[Narancia coughs up blood and loses one tooth because of the aging]

Mista:
You're, uh, drooling pretty bad there, man. That is so freaking nasty! The heck is that!? Hey!

Narancia:
I was craving this banana, but it's no good. I mean, just look at it. It's like a piece old stale beef jerky.

Mista:
That's funny. You're really having cold in there, Narancia? Don't scare me like that. It almost looks like that thing coming out of your mouth is a real tooth. I appreciate the commitment, but I think you're taking a bit too far. Just what is that dangling thing made of?

Narancia:
Huh? You say something again, Mista? Speak louder. Stop whispering, would ya? I can't hear what you're saying.

Bucciarati:
(aged by Prosciutto's Stand) I knew exactly what would happen to my body.

Prosciutto:
Huh?

Bucciarati:
I was also well aware that I could be captured. But a mission must be completed, and I'll protect my crew. Capos worth their salt must be prepared for both. That is the burden we all carry. Can you say the same? 'Cause I'm raring to go.

Bucciarati:
(About Pesci) I misjudged terribly. The thug with the aging powers was formidable, but I see now he was never our greatest threat. The real terror on the train... was hidden behind that innocuous tool!

Bucciarati:
I supposed all have to teach him a lesson. The only way to overcome his Stand, is to make this coglione understand something: I have resolve in spades! DO IT, STICKY FINGERS!

Bucciarati:
Earlier, I saw nobility and resolve that was hardened like a diamond, shining in your eyes. But you’ve fallen. Now you’re just a piece of shit.

Pesci:
Fallen? Fallen, you say?! (Proceeds to slam Coco Jumbo against a rock on the ground) The only ones who are going to fall and get crushed are these bastards! You won't make it in time! I hope you enjoy hell, Bucciarati!

Bucciarati:
I can tell you've lived life as the eternal screw-up. Don't change on my account.

(Sticky Fingers launches Pesci towards him and retracts his arm before unleashing a beat-down that rips Pesci's body to pieces)

Sticky Fingers:
ARRIARRIARRIARRIARRIARRIARRIARRIARRIARRIARRI! ARRI!

(Pesci is split into many pieces with his body parts falling into the lake)

Bucciarati:
"Arrivederci."

Melone:
(While checking a woman's background to create his Stand's offspring through) Molto-bene. Excellent vintage.

Melone:
(After his Stand impregnates the woman) You are going to be a star. A blood-thirsty star. [Baby Face Jr. begins to develop] Di molto.

Melone:
Remember, mother knows best.

Trish:
(After asking Bucciarati where the bathroom is.) I knew you were reasonable.

Bucciarati:
This closet will be our bathroom. Have at it.

Trish:
"Have at it"?!

Bucciarati:
I assumed you needed to use it.

Trish:
 !?

Bucciarati:
I don't know where this portal leads, but I'm sure the turtle will be fine. It might actually be good for him.

Trish:
Huh? What do you mean? Please tell me that you're not suggesting that I-!

Baby Face Jr.:
(Giorno) Eat your heart out...and eat shit, dickhead!

Baby Face Jr.:
Try using your eyes. Your fist didn't come anywhere near my face! (grabs Gold Experience's fist) I win, punk! Now you die!

(proceeds to retaliate)

Giorno:
All this struggling, it's useless.

(Baby Face suddenly stops attacking, then something wrong happens to Junior)

Baby Face Jr.:
What the?! My hand!

Giorno:
What's the problem? Don't tell me you really thought Gold Experience was playing fetch with his own hand.

Baby Face Jr.:
 !?

Giorno:
It was the bike. I turned the bike into a hand and had it delivered right here to you. (parts of motorcycle bursts in Baby Face's body) Seems you noticed, but you just assimilated that machine into your body. That's excellent work.

Baby Face Jr.:
Those third rate tricks. They won't work on me! I'll just split apart and go-

Giorno:
You're forgetting. Bikes need tanks of gasoline to run. It would be a simple task to light you up before the thought of running away even crossed your mind.

Baby Face Jr.:
(Looking back as spark plug starts to ignite) Huh!? Wh-Wh-WHAT!? (gets caught in the explosion) AAAAAAAAARRRRGH!!! (His remains start to disintegrate) On fire... Hurts... So much...

Giorno:
Guess doing things as you pleased didn't really work out for you. Here's my way. [Has Golden Experience turn Baby Face Jr.'s remains into a snake to kill Melone with.]

Ghiaccio:
There's only one way to catch these guys. "Leave no stone unturned and think outside the box", they said. I get "leaving no stone unturned". Any idiot would. I mean, who hasn't turned over rocks to find stuff? *begins wrecking his car* BUT WHAT THE HELL IS "THINKING OUTSIDE THE BOX" EVEN SUPPOSED TO MEAN?! MAYBE I THINK BETTER IN THERE! DAMN IT! SO MY BRAIN'S IN A BOX NOW?! THAT'S THE DUMBEST THING I'VE EVER HEARD! THINK I'M AN IDIOT, CAZZO?!

Ghiaccio:
Everyone knows the capital of France. But English speakers pronounce it "Paris", while most say "Paree", the way it's supposed to be. But somehow, "Venice" has replaced the real "Venezia" as the global standard. Like those stories, The “Merchant of Venice” and “Death in Venice”... WHY?! CALL THE DAMN BOOK “DEATH IN VENEZIA!” IT'S NOT THAT HARD! ARE WE NOT GOOD ENOUGH?! LEARN A LITTLE ITALIAN, PUTTANA, AND CALL THE THING WHAT IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE! WHAT KIND OF POMPOUS BULLSHIT ARE THEY ON ABOUT?!

Giorno:
(to Mista) This is what it means to have determination... to forge through the darkness into light!

Ghiaccio:
Wait, there's no wound? Wha---?!

Giorno:
Mista... Your determination...it shines even brighter than the morning sun. It showed us the way forward. And it's put us on a path toward tomorrow! We've won because of you!

Ghiaccio:
WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!?!?!?!

Gold Experience:
MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA!

Mista:
That's great. Could you please heal me? I'm dying. Help me up

Giorno:
Oh, and there's one more thing: Since I'm not actually healing your body, you're still going to have a bit of residual pain.

Mista:
GAH! WHAT THE HELL! Do you have to be so rough, Giorno? Take it easy on me, I'm injured!

Giorno:
I already told you, there's nothing I can do. Settle down and take it like a Mafioso. Besides, there's about 18 more to go, and you'll have to strip it if you want this to work.

[At that time, Bucciarati's group arrive via boat with Narancia on look out.]

Mista:
AAH! GIORNO!!

Narancia:
Ah, there they are! Mista! Huh?

Mista:
(in a very awkward positioning with Giorno) Would you stop doing so hard?! Ah, leave my damn clothes on, it's too intense! Gah! Woah! OOH!

Narancia:
(GASP!)

Bucciarati:
Narancia? Did you find them?

Narancia:
Huh!? Why, u-uh... No? But...Argh! There's something in my eyes! (covering his eyes) It's so hard to see in this early morning light! I'll keep after it, though!

Mista:
Ah, Giorno! No! Stop! Agh! I can't take it anymore! NOT SO ROUGH, DAMMIIIIIITTT!!!!

Past Bucciarati (furious after realizing his boss is profiting off the drug trade that got his father killed):
This filth's being peddled in my city!? It was supposed to be prohibited!

Bucciarati (furious after realizing his boss's intent to kill Trish):
Now the boss is... our damn boss! His wretchedness makes me want to puke! Abusing the weak and innocent is just a means to an end, profiting from the pain and suffering of countless citizens! Coward! You'd do it to your daughter!! You're a fiendish monster!! You're a disgrace, and you've let me down again, but you've done it for the last time!!! [summons Sticky Fingers and punches the floor of the elevator]

Bucciarati:
There. Trish is still alive. [drops Giorno's Button] Good, it stuck. Cazzo. I didn't see his face. At first, I was content with uncovering your identity, but everything's changed. After what you've done, die! Think fast! The boss still assumes that I'm absolutely loyal to him. He'll die by... assassination! [Slides down the elevator shaft] I'll ambush him as he tries to escape and kill the bastard.

[Bucciarati finds a bathroom sink cabinet]

Bucciarati:
Wait. This is... [finds the hole] This opening... of course! The demented bastard would hide in a crypt of a church. He thinks he can murder Trish in complete anonymity. His plan must be to pass through the crypt to escape the building on the other side.

Bucciarati:
But I'm lying in wait. There! [Sees the boss] In position. Now!

Diavolo:
Leave while you can, Bruno Bucciarati. Step out from that pillar and you'll lose your life in the process.

Diavolo:
Your rationale intrigues me. Just what were you thinking? I had a great deal of respect for your excellence and devotion to the mission until now. Was your judgment clouded by your promotion to Capo? Or, did your hubris seduce you into thinking you had the power and ability to overtake me?

Bucciarati:
Once Trish regains consciousness, I'll be sure to let her know you never existed!

Diavolo:
Trish, you say? Why bring her into this dispute? My daughter is of no concern to you and your ilk.

Bucciarati:
Demon! You could never understand what's in my heart!

Diavolo:
(via King Crimson to Bucciarati) Think of this as a gift. A farewell gift from the heart. In a moment, you will cease to exist, so I will allow you to know now. What you witnessed and felt, was your future self laid bared! Simply put, your past self saw a future version. Now behold, know the almighty power of King Crimson! I obliterated time then leapt beyond it! It doesn't matter who it is, I shall never allow any cretin to threaten my eternal transcendence. Not. Ever. The time has come for you to fade away! Bucciarati, your mission as protector has been terminated. Now may the fires of hell embrace you! (Punches through Bucciarati's torso)

Diavolo:
(via King Crimson): Seems there's another traitor...

Diavolo:
(via King Crimson, about Bucciarati's group): Venezia will be your grave.

Mista:
(To Giorno) Listen, Bucciarati is smart as they come. No way in hell he couldn't take on an opponent he couldn't beat. We're gonna be rolling in sweet lire, amico mio.

Fugo Pannacotta:
Mista! Not you too!

Giorno Giovanna:
(To Bucciarati) You should look behind you.

Narancia:
(Swims after Bucciaratti's group) BUCCIARATI!!! I'm going with you! I'm right here! Don't leave me! Please don't tell me to stay behind! Trish and I are the same! Her wounds are my wounds! Her pain is my pain!

Fugo Pannacotta:
Naranicia, you fool. You're going to your death. I just can't be part of this betrayal! I won't be a matyr! I refuse!

Guido Mista:
You sure took your sweet ass time getting here, buddy.

Leone Abbacchio:
You'd better not bitch and moan the whole time, you got it?

Giorno:
Narancia, you'll forever have my respect for doing this.

Guido Mista:
(looking at Fugo from distance) So, Fugo stayed behind after all.

Leone Abbacchio:
Well, that was his decision to make.

Narancia:
Bucciarati, I want... to protect Trish with everything I got! I swear to defeat the Boss with you!

Bruno Bucciarati:
Sounds good.

Doppio:
(on phone) Squalo, looks like we got some traitors in Venezia. Their names are Bruno Bucciarati and Giorno Giovanna. Capture them, dead or alive. These are the Boss's direct orders.

Random rich guy:
(after Narancia spilled wine on his suit) What are you gonna do about this, you little shit!? You think you can pay for this!? This suit cost four million lire! Let's take this outside!!

Narancia:
(smacks the guy with a wine glass) Then you must be the enemy!

Mista:
What!? (He and Narancia proceed to stomp on the guy after he hits the ground, joined by Abbacchio after taking a slip of his wine while watching them.)

Abbacchio:
(Stops kicking) Hold on, Narancia, Mista. I don't think this one's an enemy. He's unconscious. He's most definitely not an enemy.

Narancia:
Wha!? Seriously!? Crap, what do I do now!?

Mista:
Yep, the stain's going to be hard to clean. One single drop of red wine on a white suit really stands out.

Narancia:
I can't pay for this shit!

Mista:
Well, the location of the stain might make it look like a button. If he puts a button here, he can hide it.

Abbacchio:
(feeds the guy their meals) While we're at it, let's get him to make sure there isn't any poison in our food...

Polenereff:
You need only to learn the way to destroy him.

Trish:
Diavolo?

Polenereff:
Please, believe me.

Bucciarati:
Diavolo, you say.

Diavolo:
“The only way to deal with fear is to crush it into dust.”

Polenereff:
Soon, all will be revealed.

Cioccolata:
(to Secco after telling him to make sure the camcorder is still running) Good boy

Cioccolata:
(to Secco while cuddling him like a dog) Good boy! Good boy! Good boy! Good boy! Good boy! Good boy! Good boy! Good boy! Good boy! Good boy! Good boy! Now go, Secco! Find Bucciarati and his idiots. Be sure to give them a taste of Oasis.

Bucciarati:
A flesh-eating mold and subterranean predator, both of them working together in tantrum to take ours down.

Secco:
[After being punched by Sticky Fingers, caught off guard that Bucciarati is not covered in mold] My...M y Face! My face!

Bucciarati:
(to Giorno as realizing he's an animated corpse whose life will soon end.) Death has me now.

Bucciarati:
(To Secco as he is trying to say "son of a bitch") The word you're looking for "bitch".

Secco:
*growl* I knew that! Are you a language expert!? You damn bastardo!

Cioccolata:
You see, Giorno Giovanna, I believe there are two cases in which happiness exists. The first is when despair turns into hope, then you become happy. When your weeds caught the helicoptor, I was just so panicked, I truly felt despair. But I cut through the plan. I used my experience and mental strength to make a comeback and right now I feel happiness because of it... What a rush. [...] And just when I was about your the second bout of happiness is..When when you behold the weak and pathetic!

Cioccolata:
Show me your face! Show me your despair! Let me see the look on your face at the moment your hope burns out and your life reaches its end! Show me your despair as you fall

Cioccolata:
NOW DIE! [A beetle bursts out of his skull.]

Giorno:
You were close. I drew out my speech in order to buy myself time. The bullet that tore a hole to your head still had to mature, before eventually making its way back to the initial wound. The shrapnel that drew it was lodged in your skull and returned to its original form as a beetle, one whose growth I happened to accelerate greatly with Gold Experience when I aimed for the propellers. I wanted to be certain you were completely neutralized, meaning I had to finish you off, whether or not I can still hear a heartbeat.

Cioccolata:
(his head is still bleeding after a stag beetle tore through it) But.. but you said... that if I just stayed still... that I-I would...still m-make it out of this alive...

Giorno:
Oh, give me a break. If you really thought I was being serious, then you're the worthless fool. I don't spare pieces of shit.

Cioccolata:
(angered at what Giorno just called him) WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!

Gold Experience:
MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA! MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA! MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA! MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA! WRYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA!

Cioccolata:
(pain noises) YAAAAAAADAAAAAAAAAABAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

Gold Experience:
MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA! MUDA!

Secco:
(After realizing Cioccolata has died and listening to his final message) Screw you, Cioccolata! You thought I would weep for you? Give me a break! You lost to clowns!

Polnareff:
Walk up those steps and see what happens, asshole! I have the high ground while you're stuck way down there

Bucciarati:
(in Diavolo's body) Narancia, how does our perimeter look? Are you able to detect anyone coming? Narancia?

Mista:
(in Trish's body) Please. I'm begging you. Just one more bullet. Please just drop one more! You're driving me nuts!

Trish:
(in Mista's body) What the hell? Why couldn't I feel his soul like I usually do? It doesn't make any sense!

Giorno:
(in Narancia's body) Out of the way! Move! Let me through! Now!

Polnareff:
Damn it, no! That's impossible! How on Earth could he have---?!

Bucciarati:
(in Diavolo's body) Mista, scan the area right now! Make sure there's no one around!

Mista:
(in Trish's body) Narancia! Bucciarati, hurry up and get him down from there! Don't just leave him like that! Do something, goddammit!

Giorno:
(in Narancia's body) You need to settle down! Let me handle this!

Bucciarati:
(in Diavolo's body) Please, stay focused and keep your gun at the ready! He'll attack again! We have to find him before he does, quick! (summoning Sticky Fingers) Go, Sticky Fingers!

Mista:
(in Trish's body) Heal him! Hold those damn bars out of there and get to work now!

Trish:
(in Mista's body; monologue) (The people outside the colosseum are waking up, so where is he? I can't sense him at all. It's like he's gone. What else could have happened? There's no way in hell he just up and vanished like that!)

Bucciarati:
(in Diavolo's body) King Crimson's range is two or three meters at most. How then did he attack us from way over there?

Mista:
(in Trish's body) Well, all right! You did it! Narancia's awake! Welcome back, you little bastard! How are you feeling? Geez, you really scared us.

Giorno:
(along with his spirit) I'm sorry, Mista. There's no one left in here. It's empty. The physical wounds he suffered have healed, but still, Gold Experience couldn't get to him in time. He was... He was already gone. Narancia's... not here...

Giorno:
(in Narancia's body) His form... he's just an empty vessel now. I can't find him. His soul has left. There's nothing here, try as I might, I can't bring him back. I wasn't fast enough. My soul could just slip right back in if it wanted, it could inhabit both bodies without a problem, not even one. He's that empty.

Mista:
(in Trish's body) NARANCIA!!!!!!!!!!

Giorno:
It was all so sudden... None of us could have guessed...

(Mista lets out a second cry)

Giorno:
Stay put, okay? We’ll be right back. You’ll be safe here. I won’t let anyone hurt you again. I promise. And don’t you worry. When it’s over, we’ll bring you home.

Diavolo:
Damn it...It seems retreat is impossible. I must face him now! ... Let's end this...NOW!

Diavolo:
To be slain by a king, a final gift!

Diavolo:
THAT’S ENOUGH! NO MORE!!! YOU DIE NOW, GIORNO GIOVANNA!!!!!!

Diavolo:
What hellish nightmare is this?

Giorno:
(to Diavolo) The only lasting thing is truth itself. Righteous actions born of truth shall never be destroyed. My friends may have perished, but their actions and wills have not been destroyed. It was their will that handed this arrow to me. So, are your actions born of truth, or are the transient products of evil? Boss?

Diavolo:
A little boy like you should learn to temper his bravado, lest he's punished! I'll even strip you of any chance to regret your actions, you brat! Go, King Crimson! () Time will now be obliterated for all but me! Excellent! I can see his stand's movements! His machinations have been laid utterly bare! Talentless roaches! At least try to surprise me! Amazing how little it takes to totally neutralize your greatest power! Poor fools! I almost feel sorry for you! Never again will you witness the immaculate brilliance of King Crimson! The truth of my strength will forever be lost to you! [] At last, I've won! In the end, I'm still faster! You knew powers couldn't stop me from ripping out your heart! The future can only hold one of us and it has chosen me! NOW DISAPPEAR!!!!!!

(As King Crimson tries to finish off Giorno, everything rewinds to prevent Diavolo's predicted victory)

Diavolo:
No. But how? [] Damn it, what now? [Time is restored] How is he reversing the time I obliterated? That shouldn't be possible! No, stop! It's all reverting back to normal! But still, the premonition clearly shows me emerging the victor! SO PERISH, GIORNO GIOVANNA!!!!!!! What the---? (repeating loop of "What the---?") What is this? What the hell is happening to me? Perhaps this is an illusion. That cur somehow pulled one over my head... or did he? The only thing that can move within periods of warped time... should be me!

Gold Experience Requiem:
(after rewinding everything to prevent Diavolo’s victory in frozen time) The answer, is plain...truth. Your eyes are not deceiving you. What you see is very real. Playing out before you are the results of your actions. However, though you might be able to witness the truth. You can never hope to reach it. Your powers are immaterial. It doesn't matter who you are. No one can ever overcome this barrier. Behold, Gold Experience Requiem's true strength! Its nature remains as secret even to my user, Giorno Giovanna.

[]

Diavolo:
...lest he's punished! I'll even strip you of any chance to regret your actions, you brat! (Wait, that--- Right before--- But I--- How dare you?! Only I may bend time! [] Oh, no, but premonitions always become reality! The future has already been written: King Crimson is bound for victory!)

Gold Experience Requiem:
MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA

MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA! (10 seconds of MUDA)

Diavolo:
GUAAAHH!

Gold Experience Requiem:
You're going to stay right where you are. It's the price you must pay... the truth. You'll never come to experience its mercy!

Diavolo/King Crimson:
I'LL KILL YOU!!!!!!!

Gold Experience Requiem:
MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA! MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA!

Gold Experience Requiem:
MUDA!

Diavolo:
UUUAAAHHHH!

Mista:
Guys, I’m totally serious! Just hear me out!

Narancia:
(impatient) Aww, geez! For the last time Mista, no one gives a shit!

Mista:
No, listen! This is a good one. I promise you. Gentlemen, let me ask you all, do you think human flesh would taste like crap or would it actually rock?

Fugo:
Could you maybe not ruin our appetites?

Narancia:
(furious) What the hell goes on in that messed up head of yours! That’s it!! Go sit at a dipshit table!

Mista:
Damn, our boy actually did it! You and that arrow kicked major ass! It still beats the hell out of me what Gold Experience whatchamacallit's actual powers are, but the point is, that bastard's dead now!

Trish:
Hold it. Don't rejoice yet. I don't see his body anywhere.

Mista:
Huh?

Trish:
No! Damn! How the hell did he manage to get away?!

Mista:
Oh, shit!

Trish:
Don't just stand there, Giorno! Help us look! Which way did he go?! We have to find him, quick! I can pick up traces of his aura! He's still lurking around! We can't rest until we find him!

Giorno:
Trish, take a breath now. It's okay.

Trish:
What?

Giorno:
There's nothing to look for anymore. He won't ever be back. Even though I couldn't witness Requiem at work myself. Something deep in my soul tells me our job is done. Nothing will ever come within his putrid reach again, not even the truth of his ultimate fate will grace him. His own death will remain a mystery to him for all eternity. It's over.

Trish:
But we didn't finish him!

Giorno:
His end is without end. That is Gold Experience Requiem's judgment!

Diavolo:
Bungling amateurs...In the end, you failed...to kill me. Unsurprising. But still...something troubles me: My premonition clearly showed that I would be one to prevail...so why? What twisted powers did Requiem give him? When I get my hands on you, you'll pay! But first things first, I must break free from this damn current! [crawls out into a sewer] Heheheheheh. Excellent...my luck is turning...

(Diavolo gets pushed back as blood flows out of his torso)

Drugged killer:
Nice try, cazzone! D-Don't you... s-snatch my coat! I'll cut you I swear! Just try me, I'll serve you like a deli slice! Hehehehehe! What's wrong? You curious? I think you think I won't do it? Well think again, bitch! Hehe, hahahahahahah! I'll show you, dumbass! Hehehehe! I'll poke ya full of holes, ya weird strawberry with legs!

Diavolo:
(sees his hand covered in blood and gets knocked back, lying on the ground in pain) W-what...did you!?

Drugged killer:
Come on!!

Diavolo:
This can't... (coughs up blood) What is this...?

Drugged killer:
It's my coat, ya bitch!

Diavolo:
I-I can't...I can't move! (coughs up more blood) Why the hell can't I move...? (coughs up more blood) Please help, somebody!

Drugged killer:
It's my coat... You ain't never gonna get it...

Diavolo:
(after being fatally stabbed by a drug addict as the start of his endless loop of dying) This can't be how I die...I-I-I-I am Diavolo! A common hoodlum couldn't possibly be my undoing! That doesn’t make any sense! (Notices the drug addict about to kill him) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Diavolo:
(found himself inside the hospital after his first death) Where am I? Hold on... how did I get on this table? Just a moment ago, I barely managed to escape the river...

Doctor Monica Ultello:
Let's see... procedural date is the 25th. Time 11:20 a.m. File Number 68. Acting Physician, Dr. Monica Ultello here. The deceased looks to be an adult male, 30-40 years old. Identity is unknown. Condition of his skin suggests time of death was 48 to 50 hours ago. Commencing autopsy to find out cause of death.

Diavolo:
Enough of this! I won't play your sick game!

Monica:
The body was discovered in close proximity to the river... (Diavolo: Are you deaf, woman? I demand you explain yourself now! HEY, LADY!)

(Dr. Monica Ultello grabs a scalpel)

Diavolo:
Ugh! Not again... W-Why can't I move?... The hell did you do to me?! What foul curse... I'm talking to you, don't ignore me! Who do you think you are? Put that thing away!

(Dr. Monica Ultello dissects his chest)

Diavolo:
GAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! Dammit... why am I just letting this happen? The pain... IT'S UNBEARABLE! Someone help!

Monica:
Cause of death is a laceration to the liver, likely caused by a knife. The lack of hesitation wounds means this was not suicide. I'll open up his abdomen and check, just to be sure.

(Dr. Monica Ultello pulls out Diavolo's liver)

Monica:
His liver is in good health, the color's excellent.

(Dr. Monica Ultello grabs a bone cutter and starts dissecting Diavolo's abs)

Diavolo:
(screaming) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Diavolo:
(found himself outside the street) Thank God. Was it all just a horrible nightmare? No, this isn't where I was...

(The traffic light goes green as Diavolo watches the cars pass on the street)

Diavolo:
Hold on, now. What time is it? Where am I? Last I recall, I'd been thrown into the Tiber... Then there was that terrible pain... I can still feel the cold steel... It was far too real to be a damnable dream! But... how am I still alive?

Old man:
Excuse me. You okay there, sir? You really shouldn't sit there. If you need medical attention, I can call an ambulance.

(The old man's pet dog starts barking at Diavolo)

Old man:
Back off, girl!

(Diavolo tries to get away from the dog, but trips at the edge of the sidewalk as an oncoming car arrives)

Diavolo:
What is this madness? None of this makes sense! How could I meet such an undignified end? Don't tell me... this is...

(Diavolo lands on the tarmac as the car gets closer)

Diavolo:
No! WHAT HAVE YOU WROUGHT ON ME, GOLD EXPERIENCE REQUIEM?!

(The car runs Diavolo over)

Little girl:
You're sitting funny, mister. Does your tummy hurt?

Diavolo:
(found by a curious girl after his most recent death) How...how many deaths must I die!? What'll happen to me next?! How much longer do I have to wait for the end?! (Notices the girl approaching him) Stay back! Leave me be! D-Don't come closer... STAY AWAY!!!!!!!!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mista:
So it's over then? Finally?

Trish:
You sure about this? We really won?

Mista:
That's right! We gotta get back to the colosseum. Bucciarati's soul is gonna need its own body patched up. And I just know the man's gonna lose this crap if he wakes up to all of us gone.

Trish:
Right.

Mista:
Hey, Giorno! Come on! Did you hear a word I said? Let's heal Bucciarati and head the hell home!

Giorno:
Yeah, let's go. I'm right behind you.

Bucciarati:
Giorno... You've done enough... You don't have to worry anymore... What we've finally accomplished, it's nothing short of a full and true victory... Fate is but a slumbering slave, one that we have at last emancipated... The day is ours.

Scolippi:
Michelangelo, who shines upon the apex of History, once said "When I sculpt marble, I have no idea in my mind. The form of the stone shall be sculpted into has already been set. All my hands do is bring that form out from within the stone." Michelangelo said that he did not think about the ultimate form of the stone as he sculpted. Fate had already embedded it within the stone. He was an artist who could see Fate as he sculpted. That form of Bucciarati was not sculpted by me, and it was not sculpted by your bullets either. That is its fated form... that statue was bleeding from a hole in its chest, wasn't it? I don't know whether it will take a few days or a few months... but that is how Bucciarati will die in the near future. We are all slaves of Fate. That is the meaning of my ability, Rolling Stones.

Scolippi:
(about the fate awaiting Bucciarati’s group) Perhaps their perils will serve some great purpose and bring hope to someone. I cannot pray for their safety, but I will pray that they are sleeping slaves...Sleeping slaves who will find meaning once they awaken.

Giorno:
(To Polnareff about the Arrow) "When those who left us place their wills in our hands, it is our sacred duty to carry it forth. It remains, that's my choice.