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Quotes from the movie Gangs of New York
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That, my friends, is the minority vote.
Bill the Butcher


I gotta sleep with one eye open and I've only got one eye, right?
Bill the Butcher


One more time for sweet souvenir?
Bill the Butcher


Everything you see belongs to me, to one degree or another. The beggars and newsboys and quick thieves here in Paradise, the sailor dives and gin mills and blind tigers on the waterfront, the anglers and amusers, the she-hes and the Chinks. Everybody owes, everybody pays. Because that's how you stand up against the rising of the tide.
Bill the Butcher


Burn him, see if his ashes turn green.
Bill the Butcher


Fine waistcoat. Shame about it, I don't think it can be mended. Will I keep it as a souvenir?!
Bill the Butcher


I want you to see this, you Irish pig bastard. Forty-five, this is you!
Bill the Butcher


I have a hole in my shoulder and it hurts, so have a drink and shut up or shut up and get out.
Bill the Butcher


Mulberry Street... and Worth... Cross and Orange... and Little Water. Each of the Five Points is a finger. When I close my hand it becomes a fist. And, if I wish, I can turn it against you.
Bill the Butcher


Ears and noses will be the trophies of the day. But no hand shall touch him.
Bill the Butcher


My father gave his life, making this country what it is. Murdered by the British with all of his men on the twenty fifth of July, anno domini, 1814. Do you think I'm going to help you befoul his legacy, by giving this country over to them, what's had no hand in the fighting for it? Why, because they come off a boat crawling with lice and begging you for soup.
Bill the Butcher


A real native is someone who is willing to die fighting for his country. There's nothing more to it.
Bill the Butcher


On the seventh day the Lord rested, but before that he did, he squatted over the side of England and what came out of him... was Ireland. No offense son.
Bill the Butcher


Don't mind him. He used to be an Irishman.
Bill the Butcher


We hold in our hearts the memory of our fallen brothers whose blood stains the very streets we walk today. Also on this night we pay tribute to the leader of our enemies, an honorable man, who crossed over bravely, fighting for what he believed in. To defeat my enemy, I extinguish his life, and consume him as I consume these flames. In honor of Priest Vallon.
Bill the Butcher


Thank God. I die a true American.
Bill the Butcher


Lord, place the steel of the Holy Spirit in my spine and the love of the Virgin Mary in my heart.
Amsterdam Vallon


It's a funny feeling being taken under the wing of a dragon. It's warmer than you'd think.
Amsterdam Vallon


If you get all of us together, we ain't got a gang, we've got an army.
Amsterdam Vallon


When you kill a king, you don't stab him in the dark. You kill him where the entire court can watch him die.
Amsterdam Vallon


And no matter what they did to build this city up again, for the rest of time, it will be like no-one even knew we was ever here.
Amsterdam Vallon


When I was twelve years old, my mother was dead, and I was livin' in a doorway. He took me in. Took care of me, in his way. After they cut out the baby... well, he doesn't fancy girls that's scarred up. But you might as well know in your own mind that he never laid a hand on me until I asked him to.
Jenny


I've got forty-four notches on my club. Do you know what they're for? They're to remind me what I owe God when I die. My father was killed in battle, too. In Ireland, in the streets, fighting those who would take as their privilege what could only be got and held by the decimation of a race. That war is a thousand years old and more. We never expected it to follow us here. It didn't. It was waiting for us when we landed. Your father tried to carve out a corner of this land for his tribe. That was him, that was his dead rabbits. I often wondered... if he had lived a bit longer, would he have wanted a bit more?
Walter 'Monk' Mcginn


The blood stays on the blade.
Priest Vallon


Don't never look away.
Priest Vallon