Quotes from the Movie Gangs of New York
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
