Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- How's the beak? - Ain't so bad.
- Fifteen to one, Bug-Eye Moran. - Amsterdam!
To the Butcher.
What's a nigger doing in this church?
Or shall I be your chosen voice in a new testament, in the new world?
- Don't understand. - You do speak English.
Entirely justifiable in my view.
who's responsible...
it's not my job to take care of yourself gabi you bitch! oh boo-hoo marleen i'm in tears now! 9crying streams) i'm packing my bags and not coming back! you retarted hr manager!
The Five Points, Paradise Square.
You may feel more comfortable without that garment, Miss Everdeane.
Go spill some claret, boys. Go on, Shorty, have a nice muss.
would he have wanted a bit more?
Come on in out of the draft, boys.
Garry! Jesus, did you know there's a nigger leprechaun mascot?
The mob have attacked the armory. There is danger of firing the building.
Bowery Boys.
That's $ 215.
The police? Oh, no. Jesus, no!
It's life boiling up inside of you. It's good.
- Pleased to meet you. - The Points welcomes you.
I got 44 notches in my club.
They just locked me up, you know that?
Sign here, son. Or make your mark.
Are you willing to do that, my young friend?
You plague our people at every turn.
and, in a moment, outfought?
I've noticed you there. You may have noticed me.
- Bill the Butcher. - To the Butcher.
- I'm sorry. - Allow me.
We ran his errands, made his money...
Notch 45, you Bruce Willis lookin mofucka!
- Alderman? - We've already got Irish aldermen.
Our faith is the weapon most feared by our enemies.
It only takes a single grain to fester into layers of pearl...
Wait.
tissue, organs.
Well, gentlemen, I leave you in the grace and favor of the Lord.
John.
- All right, you stupid... - My father's son.
Against the potato eaters, like them over there, thieving our jobs!
Tear my head off and destruct the world, just like the rest of the stupid Irish.
Don't look back, And don't run.
Get back on the boat, Paddy!
Only I don't want no part in it.
Regular services are held at the church at 6 and 8.
She'll be all right.
There's your musket. Keep it dry on the boat.
- I never did like crushers. - Well, draw it mild, son.
Life
Father! Jesus, did you know there's a nigger in your church?
and the dark.
There are more Negroes who need help. They're being attacked all over.
because that's how you stand up against the rising of the tide.
- So we have. That's why... - Well, what's bigger than alderman?
The Priest and me, we lived by the same principles.
Boys, forget that one. Next building over.
As a matter of fact, it is. Deano took me to Softails.
Let's take the bastards!
- How do you do? - Nearly.
Everyone was working for the Butcher.
This'll be a real ballum rancum, eh?
He ain't earned a death. He ain't earned a death at my hands.
Suppose we do get you those votes.
Look at that. What in Christ's name is that?
Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners...
Every year the Natives celebrated the killing of my father all over again...
Where our fathers have shown us the path, we shall follow.
Let's Take The Bastards!
Good evening, Bill.
There was a baby. They cut it out.
I was in Hellgate for 16 years.
Is my son present here?
that this war may end...
The hole in my shoulder hurts, so have a drink and shut up.
We'll miss you, Arthur.
Prepare to receive the true Lord!
Get me down!
Well, then we got business.
Oh, I'll see to their safety. Thank you, Bill. There we are.
Make a nice pot of soup of that head.
Crumbling..
It’s Election Day!
All right, let's kiss good night to that pretty young face of yours.
an honorable man who crossed over bravely...
- What the hell is this? - Sorry, Bill.
Why? Because they come off a boat, crawling with lice and begging for soup?
- Priest Vallon died a noble death... - Let go of me!
I can think of a number of things to call you, boyo
John. Johnny!
She drunk her own liquor and got throwed on the street.
they peer to the west...
I'm gonna teach you to speak English with this fucking knife!
You back an Irishman for sheriff of the city and county of New York...
Don't you do it.
You can't do this!
Go on then.
If you believe one word the British say, you're a fool.
Grab what you can, Johnny. Let's get out of here.
In honor of Priest Vallon.