Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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