Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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