Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I've booked passage for California.
Go get them, boys!
You!
Then may the Christian Lord guide my hand Against your Roman popery
That's $215 for budgeting and the rest.
Okay, boy, say goodbye to your father.
Have you got any scars?
You know I won't hurt you.
Ghoul Gang Slaughters. A fresh Outrage in the Five Points.
Let no one even speak their name from this time on.
Whichever it is, just remember this much.
Well, well, Monk.
Now that was bloody Shakespearean.
Just kill me.
Watch his left, McGloin. Watch his left.
- The Spider's Kiss! - The River of Blood!
Everybody owes, everybody pays...
For thereby shall we lift our people up against those who would destroy us.
and the wickedness of the devil.
Now everything you see belongs to me, to one degree or another.
To remind me of what I owe God when I die.
- Get back uptown where you belong! - $300? So it's another rich man's war.
Their king in the pointy hat what sits on his throne in Rome.
and the love of the Blessed Virgin in my heart.
- Johnny! - Help!
Whoopsie-daisy!
How old are you, Amsterdam?
Here. Here!
courage, daring and drama!
- 18th: The mob is very wild. - From 16th: 7th Regiment has arrived.
Many mothers have not even the solace
May God put the steel of the Holy Spirit in my spine...
Sir, please. Excuse me.
You're a liar! Rubbish!
It don't seem to bother them none.
and his love endures forever.
You always was a Native as far as I'm interested, John...
Something to wake us all up.
P.T. Barnum's Gallery of Wonders!
You.
Who is this under my knife?
Bill's got mixed feelings as regards the Irish.
with another exciting exhibition of skill...
in matters of impalement.
Schools and hospitals, sewers and utilities.
- I'm telling you, that's all there is... - Now, chiseler...
Sweet Jesus! War does terrible things to men.
We never expected it to follow us here.
The nearest thing in nature to the flesh of a man is the flesh of a pig.
Go ahead.
Bill, you're not suggesting that I would stoop to what you're suggesting?
Mulberry Street...
Why don't you burn him, see if his ashes turn green.
McGloin. He's a kid too, McGloin.
Why don't you get out of here, Johnny?
The 'Daybreak Boys' catch us, they'll slit our throats.
- Me? Nothing. - Nothing?
Who are the gangs around now?
The Schermerhorns was one of the oldest families in New York.
- I don't want to see you again. - Well, I don't blame you.
- Thank you kindly, sir. - Oh, it's my pleasure.
The rats have taken over the city!
Up on Fifth Avenue...
You got something on your mind?
What did you say?
Here.
- Have you got $300? - Of course not.
Im New York
What the hell?
She lives in squalor...
For with great numbers must come great strength...
The Butcher's original apprentice.
Me and you If we were standing outside your shop in 1845
Civilization is crumbling.
crapulence? that’s a good word.
Come on.
Advance!
The congregation and monkeys with your mangled friend is all I want.
- While I have your attention... - It was a good show.
None of your little minions. I want you to go out there...
as if it liked being dirty.
Two colored men brought in almost dead.
As a matter of fact... It is!!
When a socialist wants to make the U.S. socialist
Well, you're quicker than most fellows.
Please.
Do you actually know how to read?
ho che tu dici ma vaffanzulo
what's willing to give his life for his country...
Good evening, Reverend.
She’s a prim-lookin’ stargazer
It's a gift from Mr. Cutting.
Look.
I love the Irish, but higher than alderman you shall never climb.
The past is the torch that lights our way.
If you're interested, read this and consider joining.
I wonder, Mr. Vallon, if you understand the true value of this sort of publicity.
Every year the reformers came.
Mate of yours? Where's he from?
- The American Guard. - The Atlantic Guard.
A command performance indeed!
Bill, I can't get a day's work done for all the good citizens...
- Stick together! - All right.
What did you say?
Hurry up, men, before the Black Joke get there!
This is bad for everybody. What's next? Dead politicians?
Do they feed us now, do you think?
The 'Chichesters'.
The Chinks hated the Natives worse than we did.
Remember your father and me.
You are welcome to these streets and will pass in safety.
No harm intended.
Barnum's American Museum on fire. Animals are escaping.
- Daybreak tomorrow. - Ground?
Down with the Union!
Mr. Legree, lay down your whip.
This is my stop.
Weapons?
to which these miserable creatures have fallen.
The very notion of violent reprisal benumbs them.