Gangs of New York

Bill: [smirking] Is this it, Priest? The Pope's new army? A few crusty bitches and a handful of rag-tags? Priest Vallon: Now, now, Bill. You swore this was a battle between warriors, not a bunch of Miss Nancies. So warriors is what I brought. O'Connell Guard leader: The O'Connell Guard! Plug Ugly leader: The Plug Uglies! Shirt Tail leader: The Shirt Tails! Chichester leader: The Chichesters! Forty Thieves leader: The Forty Thieves! Priest Vallon: [after all the other gangs are gathered] Well, what do you think of us now, Bill? Together with the other five gangs, my new army matches the number with yours. What say you, brother? Bill: [smiling] Uh-huh. Well, I guess we're even now. So, let's get started, then. [to his fellow natives] Bené? [two Natives remove Bill's overcoat and top hat; Bill and the other Natives then arm themselves as the leader gives his pre-battle speech] On my challenge, by the ancient laws of combat, we are met at this chosen ground to settle for good and all who h

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Boss Tweed: You may or may not know, Bill, that everyday I go down to the waterfront with hot soup for the Irish as they come ashore. Its part of building a political base. Bill: I've noticed you there, you may have noticed me. Boss Tweed: Indeed I have. Throwing torrents of hatred and withering abuse on every single person who steps off those boats. Bill: [gleefully] If only I had the guns, Mr. Tweed, I'd shoot each and every one of them before they set foot on American soil.

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Boss Tweed: That's the building of our country right there, Mr. Cutting. Americans aborning. Bill: I don't see no Americans. I see trespassers, Irish harps. Do a job for a nickel what a nigger does for a dime and a white man used to get a quarter for. What have they done? Name one thing they've contributed. Boss Tweed: Votes. Bill: Votes, you say? They vote how the archbishop tells them, and who tells the archbishop? Their king in the pointy hat what sits on his throne in Rome.

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Bill: You. Whatever your name is... what is your name? Amsterdam: Amsterdam, sir. Bill: Amsterdam? I'm New York. Don't you never come in here empty handed again. You gotta pay for the pleasure of my company.

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Bill: What's that word? [Points to newsletter with knife] Amsterdam: It means bodysnatchers. Bill: I didn't ask the meaning. I asked the word. Amsterdam: Ghoul? Bill: Ghoul? That's a good word. A fresh outrage in the Five Points. A notice that you can be proud of. Thank you. McGloin: Low thing, to do that to a body. Low. Bill: Why? They could've left that ship with nothing. Instead they made the Police Gazette. A periodical of note. McGloin: A body is supposed to stay beneath the earth.... wearing a wooden coat... until the resurrection. Bill: These two are just a pair of bug eating sons of Irish bitches. Just like you. Don't seem to bother them none. Maybe they don't share your religious scruples. McGloin: Maybe they're just a couple of fiddeling bends. Amsterdam: I've been called a lot of things, mister... but I've never been called...? McGloin: Fiddeling bends. Amsterdam: Fiddeling bends. Right. If I knew what in the hell that meant... I might be inclined to take offense. McGloin: A

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Amsterdam: Is there anyone in the Five Points you haven't fucked? Jenny: Yes! You!

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