Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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