50 Best Moon Knight Quotes

Steven: I don't know how to explain what's been happening.
Marc: Steven.
Steven: I don't expect you to believe me. I'm...
Marc: Steven, listen to me.
Steven: I honestly don't really believe myself. All I can do is try to...
Marc: You're making a mistake.
Steven: ...try to show you what I found, yeah?
Marc: Steve...
Steven: I found this bag in the storage locker.
Marc: Steven, don't... Steven, listen to me.
Steven: And inside is all sorts...
Marc: Stop. Stop what you're doing right now. Get away from the bag. Don't show her what's in the bag.
Steven: ...of things. Most interestingly...
Marc: You're gonna get her killed. You hear me?
Layla: Most interestingly is what?
Marc: You show her that scarab, you're responsible when they come after her.
Steven: Nothing.
Layla: Nothing?
Steven: Nothing. Never mind.

[Steven, as Mr. Knight, is facing off against Harrow's demon jackal in the middle of a London suburb, unbeknownst to a gathering crowd of on-lookers to whom the jackal is invisible]
Female: [mildly concerned, about Steven/Mr. Knight] Do you reckon he's havin' a seizure?
Female: [dismissively] Nah, look at him. He's just a fancy drunk.

Arthur: Consider this: had Ammit been free, she would have prevented Hitler and the destruction he wrought. Nero, the Armenian genocide, Pol Pot.
Steven: Not nice people.
Arthur: But she was betrayed.
Steven: Was she?
Arthur: By indolent fellow gods. By even her own Avatar.
Steven: Avatars. Blue people. Love that film.

Arthur: I know being on the right side of things is important to you. Khonshu always truis to ensnare those with a strong moral conscience.
Khonshu: You have no conscience.
Arthur: You don't have to listen to him. He often throws temper tantrums, like a two-year-old. None of the gods respect him. Perhaps that's why he's banished.
Khonshu: I only punish those who have already done harm. I am real justice!
Arthur: What's he saying now? "I am real justice"?
Steven: Can you hear him?
Arthur: Not anymore. I was his former avatar. Before you. I was the fist of vengeance.
Steven: I'm not the fist of anything. That's the little American man living inside of me.
Arthur: And that's, uh, that's Marc?
Steven: Soup's... yeah. it's very good. It's ace. Yeah, it's lovely.
Arthur: Khonshu punishes those who have already walked an evil path. His retribution comes too late. By the time his fist of vengeance arrives, people have already suffered. Ammit knows this too well. She tears evil up from the root, casting her judgment before evil's done. That's why we must resurrect her.
Steven: Right. but... Isn't that a bit dodgy? Like, trusting the judgment of a weird crocodile lady?
Arthur: You don't need to doubt her judgment. Ammit will light the path to good by eradicating the choice of evil, which brings us to the scarab. That scarab functions as a kind of compass, leading us to Ammit's tomb. She's out there, waiting, longing to be freed. While the cruel masses deserve to face her judgment. And in the wake of their screams, evil eradicated. Steven, to exist at that moment? Heaven on Earth.

Marc: You don't need to fight me, Steven. Surrender control.
Steven: No. No, I saw... I saw what you did to those people.
Marc: It's not what you think.
Steven: I'm... I am never giving you control again. Ever. Do you hear me?
Arthur: [over a walkie-talkie on the car dashboard] I hear you loud and clear, Steven Grant of the gift shop.

Marc: [arriving at Anton Mogart's party] This guy's got a lot of friends.
Layla: Yeah, with a lot of guns.

Khonshu: [when the clock hits midnight] Tick-tock, Marc Spector. Tick-tock.

Anton: I hope you understand this is more than a collection to me. Preserving history is a responsibility I take very seriously.
Layla: A self-appointed responsibility that you alone were able to enjoy, no?
Anton: Well, I prefer to see it as a philanthropic effort at preservation.

Khonshu: Oh, the idiot's in control.

Steven: [Marc and Steven have been revived in the Duat after having both turned to stone; Steven is surprised to see Marc before him] Marc.
Marc: Steven.
Steven: You came back? What the hell's wrong with you?
Marc: [nonchalantly] Well, I did a whole little speech there.
Steven: [heartfelt] It wasn't that little.

[during the high-speed chase down the Alps, Steven has regained control of the body from Marc for the second time; he panics in the chaos and hurls something out of his truck at his pursuers]
Khonshu: [in disbelief] Did he just throw the gun?
Steven: I don't know what I'm doing!
Khonshu: Then leave us be. Parasite.

Arthur: Who wants to heal the world?

Arthur: There's chaos in you.

Ammit: Tell me to spare you, and I will.
Khonshu: I choose obliteration over mercy.

Marc: Steven, I need you to listen to me very carefully.
Steven: There he is. He comes. Hello, man in the mirror. I was wondering if you'd pop up again.
Marc: I know you're scared.
Steven: A bit, yeah.
Marc: I know you're confused. You weren't supposed to see any of this.
Steven: No? Well, bit late for that, innit? So, what? Am I, like, meant to be some sort of mad secret agent or something?
Marc: It's a little more complicated than that.
Steven: More complicated? What? Am I possessed? Are you, like, a demon? Or...
Marc: You're in danger, and I can save us, just like I did last night. But I can't have you interfering in what I have left to do. So, this is what's gonna happen. You're gonna go lay down on that cot back there. You're gonna take a nice nap.
Steven: Are you joking? Sleep... I'm never gonna go to sleep again. You hear me? Look, I don't care how bloody handsome you are. Tell me what it is you are? What are you?
Marc: You sure you want to know?
Steven: Yes, bloody... yes.
Marc: I serve Khonshu. I'm his avatar. Which means you are, too. Sort of. We protect the vulnerable and deliver Khonshu's justice to those who hurt them.
Steven: Khonshu?
Marc: Yeah.
Steven: The Egyptian god of the moon? Oh, my God, that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. I eat one piece of steak, and then, bam, I go bonkers.

Steven: [Marc is in control of his body] You can't do this, keeping me trapped in here. You have no right. My whole life... I can't go on a bloody date. I can barely keep a goldfish alive. I lost my job. It's been you. It's always been you, eating away at parts of my life like a parasite.
Marc: Look, when I am done, when I have repaid my debt, I swear to you, you will never see me or hear from me again. I promise you. We wouldn't be alive if it weren't for Khonshu. And my... servitude is the price that I pay.
Steven: What kind of servitude?
Marc: The kind that leaves me covered in blood.
Steven: Yeah, well, that blood is on my hands. You ruin people's lives. Everything you touch, you ruin. You hurt people, you abandoned your wife. You left her stranded.
Marc: I did not. I am protecting her. You don't know what you're talking about.
Steven: Yes, you did. I saw. I saw.
Marc: Khonshu has his eyes on her. He wants her as my replacement, and I'm never gonna let that happen, you hear me?

Marc: [to Anton Mogart] Hey, pal. Take a look inside the sarcophagus. There's something really, really big.

Marc: Where are you taking me?
Taxi: [doesn't know English well] You are said airport.

Arthur: The voices in your head... there's chaos in you. Embrace the chaos.

Marc: I made a deal with Khonshu.
Steven: I need to go to the hospital.
Marc: That deal is contingent on you not interfering, Steven. Now, give me the body. Let me finish this, and you'll never hear from me again.
Steven: You want my body? Right, yeah? Marc, how about this for a deal? I'm gonna take this bag full of illegal shit, yeah? And I'm gonna go straight to the authorities. And they're gonna put me away so I don't hurt anyone else. And hopefully, NHS will fill me with enough pills so that you get out of my head!

Marc: [on Anton Mogart] So what? This joker just puts on El-Mermah games in his backyard, for fun?
Layla: No, he gets private lessons by the best in his backyard.

Layla: Oh, my God, you're alive.
Steven: Yeah, all right.
Layla: That's it? I've been texting and calling you for months. You couldn't give me any sign that you were okay? I thought something happened to you. Where are you? Where-where have you been?
Steven: Uh...
Layla: Hello? You...
Steven: Sorry, I-I just found this phone in my flat and I'm trying to figure out whose it is.
Layla: What... what is with this accent?
Steven: What?
Layla: What is happening right now?
Steven: Sorry, who... who do you think I am?
Layla: What do you mean "who"? What's wrong with you, Marc?
Steven: What did you just call me? Who is this? Why did you call me Marc?

Marc: Steven, I can save us. But I can't have you fightin' me this time. You need to give me control. You understand?
Steven: No, what... control of what? What are you talking about?
Marc: That thing's about to break through the door. We're out of time. All right, hey, listen to me.
Steven: Stop it! No!
Marc: Look at me.
Steven: No!
Marc: Look at me.
Steven: You're not real!
Marc: This is real. I'm real.
Steven: No! You're not real. You're not real. None of this is real.
Marc: Yes. Steven. You gotta give me control. It's the only way.
Steven: Oh, God, I'm gonna die.
Marc: You... Steven.
Steven: I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die.
Marc: Look at me. You're not gonna die. Let me save us.

Layla: It's a maze
Steven: It's a-maze-ing.

Alpine: There was a problem with the exchange. We got ambushed. Someone killed two of our men.
Arthur: Is he still here?
Alpine: We think so, yes.
[as Arthur speaks ancient Egpytian, the crowd around him kneels; remaining standing, Steven quickly kneels so as not to draw attention]
Steven: Oh, bollocks.
Arthur: [switching back to English] You. I know you.
Steven: Me? Hi, uh...
Arthur: Mercenary.
Steven: Mercenary? No, no. I'm not a mercenary. No, I'm a gift shop-ist. I work at a gift shop. Um, my name's Steven Grant. Uh... I'm trying to get back home. Back to London.
[enunciating more clearly]
Steven: London? Don't know why I'm saying it like that.
Arthur: Well, Steven Grant of the gift shop.
Steven: Yeah?
Arthur: Will you return the scarab?
Steven: The... the what?
[Harrow's guards usher him forward]
Steven: Oh, all right. Yeah, the... oh, you mean, uh...
Khonshu: You will give him nothing.

Marc: [to Steven] You're the only real superpower I ever had.

Steven: Whenever danger is near, Steven Grant has no fear.

Marc: Well, as far as I know, the only melody Khonshu enjoys is the sound of pain.

Young: Are you an Egyptian superhero?
Layla: I am.

Arthur: Where is the scarab?
Layla: I have it.
Arthur: You couldn't possibly understand the value of what you're holding. Let me have that, I'll keep it safe.
Khonshu: There is no deal in this, Marc. Fix this. Fix this!
Layla: Summon the suit.
Steven: Suit? Sorry, what?
Layla: Summon the suit.
Steven: "Summon the soup"? What are you saying?
Layla: The suit.
Steven: The suit?
Layla: [giving him the scarab] And keep this safe.

Ammit: Do not let the pain of the past control you.

Steven: Oh, my God. I'm going to die in an evil magician's man cave.

Steven: Like, if they just sprang to life right now and asked me a riddle for passage, I'd be thrilled. I'd shit myself but I'd be thrilled.

Khonshu: You swore he would not interfere.
Marc: I know. I'll handle it.
Khonshu: You have proven you cannot.
Marc: I will.
Khonshu: Ungrateful, Marc, altering the terms of our agreement. You were nothing more than a corpse when I found you. You think you own this body? It belongs to me.
Marc: We'll find the scarab.
Khonshu: Too late. Harrow has it.
Marc: Then we'll find a way. We'll get to Ammit's tomb first.
Khonshu: You know I'll protect you with everything I have. You are worth protecting.
Marc: I'll do whatever it takes, then. Then you let me go.
Khonshu: I know that you enjoy the work I have for you. We need each other.
Marc: We have a deal.
Khonshu: Let me remind you, should we part, you may not like my next candidate, near and dear as she is to you.
Marc: Where are we going?
Khonshu: Where the hell do you think?

Marc: SHUT! UP!

[In the middle of interrogating three of Harrow's followers, Marc has blacked out only to come to right after having murdered two of them. Following the suicide of the third, Marc is disgusted at what went on while he wasn't present]
Marc: [rounding on Steven, who is reflected in the back of a metal sign] What the hell's wrong with you, Steven?
Steven: Me? You're the one going on a killing spree.
Marc: [emphatically] I didn't do any of this.
Steven: Me neither. Listen, if you've got a problem with the body count, I suggest you stop listening to that stupid pigeon.

Patrol: Show me your papers.
Arthur: I don't need to show you my papers. You need to show us your soul.

Ammit: Why fight, knowing you will fail?
Khonshu: Because it is my choice, the very thing you take away!

Layla: The scarab pointing to Ammit's ushabti? What we fought side by side for.
Steven: No...
Layla: This whole one-man show is just what? So that you can keep it for yourself? After all we've been through...
Steven: No, no, no, I swear.
Layla: Just stop! Stop. I'm supposed to believe anything you say with this shoved in, what, a gym bag?
Steven: Take it. Take it, you can have it. Take it. I don't want it. I swear. Have it. I am not Marc Spector. I'm Steven Grant. I work in a gift shop. Well, I used to work in a gift shop. And I think I'm in real danger, and I think maybe that you might be the only person that can help me. Please.
Layla: You really don't remember why we've been looking for this? Our adventures. Or our life together?
Steven: Oh, God, I wish I could.

Khonshu: [as Marc calls on Steven] I summon the gods, you summon the worm.

Marc: So? What about the other gods? Are they just gonna stand by and allow somebody to unleash Ammit?
Khonshu: To signal for an audience with the gods is to risk their wrath.
Marc: Why? What's the worst that could happen?
Khonshu: Anger them enough and they'll imprison me in stone.
Marc: That doesn't sound so bad to me.

Layla: We can't lose more time. Harrow must be headed back to the tomb. Look, if he is, we're gonna need Marc, yeah?
Marc: Exactly. See, she gets it.
Steven: No.
Layla: No?
Steven: No. See, the thing is we made a deal, Marc and I, that when he was done with Khonshu, he would disappear for good.
Marc: But that deal didn't involve you getting Layla and us killed, did it? That's not gonna fly with me.
Layla: You guys made a deal? That he would just disappear from my life? And you didn't think that maybe I should've been made aware of that?
Steven: Oh. Well, hadn't he disappeared from your life already?
Layla: Yeah. I mean, whatever. His suit was his best feature, wasn't it? Didn't even have that anymore.
Marc: Steven, give me the body right now. This is a suicide mission.
Layla: Plus, I know him. He'd wanna lone wolf this whole thing. It's not happening. We're not gonna do that.
Steven: We are not. It's just you and me, and the open road.
Layla: [stops the Jeep] We're gonna go on foot from here.

Steven: I don't know what I'm doing!
Khonshu: Then leave us be. Parasite.

[during the high-speed chase down the Alps, Steven has regained control of the body from Marc, and is taking in the violent scenario of what happened in his absence]
Khonshu: Wake up, Marc! If he loses the scarab, I'll kill you both!

[Harrow is taken to a white limousine]
Arthur: Khonshu, you can't hurt us.
Khonshu: You want to know something? Marc Spector truly believed that after he and I parted ways, I wanted his wife to be my avatar. Why would I ever need anybody else, when he has no idea how troubled he truly is? Meet my friend, Jake Lockley.
[taps on a window for Lockley to show himself. Harrow sees it's another persona of Spector]
Jake: [In Spanish] Today is your turn to lose.
[aims a gun at Harrow]
Arthur: Wait!
[Lockley shoots]

Marc: What are you doing?
Khonshu: Sending the gods a signal they can't ignore.
[Eclipses the Sun]

[squaring off against a monstrous demon jackal summoned by Harrow, Steven/Mr. Knight hypes himself up like a boxer in a ring, bouncing before the jackal with his fists ready]
Steven: Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. My name's Steven with a "v."

Ammit: Oh, Khonshu, for a God, you are low on faith.
Khonshu: You'll never learn.

Marc: [running across several rooftops in Cairo, Marc comes across a group of 3 thugs murdering his target who knows Harrow's whereabouts] Oh, shit. You killed him? I needed to talk to that guy. About a dig site.
Marc: [the 3 thugs turn and begin advancing on Marc, knives drawn] Guess I'm just gonna have to talk to you instead.

Steven: Taweret, what's happening?
Tawaret: I've never seen the gates to the world above so close.
Marc: How do we open them?
Tawaret: I'm so sorry. Your Scales never balanced. Our journey's come to an end. I cannot stop the inevitable. I was really rooting for you guys, but the unbalanced souls of the Duat now must claim yours.