Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm in no danger of damnation, Bill.
You don't say that name.
There you are, Bill.
From 1st: Riot at Pier 4, North River. They have killed Negroes.
But no hand shall touch him!
Oh, my son.
Come on. Come on, Johnny, get up.
- Good evening, Reverend. - Good evening, Your Holiness.
Don't take a prisoner in until you've put the mob down!
St. Michael, the archangel, defend us in battle.
My children! My children!
The anglers and amusers, the she-hes and the Chinks.
Somebody steals from me, I cut off his hands.
- Hey! - I just want to see your face, son.
- on everyone stepping off those boats. - If only I had the guns...
Now get back to your celebration and let me eat in peace. I paid you fair.
Well, this ain't a bad haul.
This is a kill. This is a kill.
- Mr. Cutting is... - What a peach.
That'll do, for chrissake. Drag him off.
- Final bets! - To health.
Don't you never come in here empty-handed again.
An audience with your mangled friend is all I want.
Twice? Only twice? You call that doing your civic duty? Come with me.
I don't know!
- To hell with your damned draft! - Give them hellfire, boys!
This war must cease.
You. You got anything, you give it up or you get out.
- St. Michael! - And what did he do?
I'll bury it right up your fundament where it belongs.
In the end, they put candles on the bodies so's their friends...
Orange blossom. Delicious.
- The tongue! - Kidneys!
Stop.
No, no, I'm clean. Come on, let's go to the bar.
They are ready to open fire on the mob.
- Mr. Greeley! - The rats have taken over the city!
You don't remember me, do you? I's the one tried to help you.
Then may the Christian Lord guide my hand...
New York was a city full of tribes...
- The Morning Glory! - The Wheel of Death!
our fine young lads is doing down in the Five Points.
And any time that I wish, I can turn it against you
Don't worry, son, ain't gonna be much a fight.
- They have killed a Negro. - Get him!
This is a night for Americans!
And you, whatever your name is... What is your name?
The 'True Blue Americans' say they're a gang...
I don't know what you're talking about.
His mother and I were unable to recover his remains.
The recruiters? They was too scared of the gangs to come after us.
where visions to rival the finest imaginings of Scheherezade...
I would.
Your father tried to carve out a corner in this country for his tribe.
that the Natives celebrate their victory every year. Is that true?
Well, sir, that depends on what you say.
between our two great organizations.
- Votes. - Votes, you say?
No, Bill!
See what's in his pockets, Jimmy.
They work the river, looting ships.
Democratic Polling Stations in PA
in honor.
The only thing he considers, every day and every night, is how best to kill you.
my guts was pierced and my ribs was all mashed up.
They vote how the archbishop tells them. And who tells him?
What have they done? Name one thing they've contributed.
Challenge accepted.
I'm sorry.
Besides, we never dreamt the war would ever touch New York.
I said, don't run into me!
Irish harps will do a job for a nickel what a nigger does for a dime...
She loves to make me cry.
it's not my job to take care of yourself gabi! boo-hoo! curse you marleen! i'm never having anything ever do to with you marleen ever again! (slaps marleen's face) ow! they warned me marleen but i wouldn't listen! now i will!
Miss ...?
You don't know her.
- Ain't you been to the theater before? - No.
You gotta pay for the pleasure of my company.
- Everdeane. - Miss Everdeane.
Hush The Shickster! Hold Her Down!
And any time that I wish, I can turn it against you.
Who is he to you, Jenny?
from fear of the mob in 17th Street.
Quite so, madam. Witness.
Two coats
The people have spoken.
If you got anything to say...
Orange blossom, delicious.
Have I ever had you before?
with hot soup for the Irish as they come ashore.
Very good. Main artery.