Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

An angler put a hook on the end of a stick...
He don't answer to you.
- Monk! - That's right.
Let Go! Let Go!
The Metropolitan Police, they fought the street gangs.
Hey, you got any timber?
when the Natives took you.
Just like you.
Instead they made The Police Gazette, a periodical of note.
Let my sword devour until its thirst is quenched with blood...
So I cut out the eye that looked away.
- Good day to you, Mulraney. - Boys.
That's what preserves the order of things.
Why not? Look how good you done.
Mob headed for the Colored Orphans Asylum. Protect the children!
To health.
That's the spirit.
- Maybe we could pal in together. - Oh, I think you're a bit...
Come along.
Alright, line them up. It's election day!
Come on, let's go!
You keep out of trouble now.
Give me the strength for what I must do.
- Who's got $300? - If you're drafted, release from service...
There's a Portuguese ship lying low in the harbor, quarantined three weeks.
Actual footage of me talking to my customers at work.
I'm through with you.
The heart? This team has no heart.
Bill the Butcher - Philosopher
- Remember this? - Of course.
I hope you won't think me rude if I speak.
The 'Shirt Tails' was rough, but they've become a bunch of dandies...
We're burying a lot of votes down here tonight.
Each of the Five Points is a finger.
not a bunch of Miss Nancys.
Still, I think it shows dash.
Anything in your pockets tonight?
In this place, you have grown from a boy into a man.
which is why I'm proposing an alliance...
Ears and noses will be the trophies of the day.
Fine waistcoat.
I like a man who's willing to burn for his swag.
Anyone seen my spaceship
The kidneys.
Get there before the 'Daybreak Boys' strip her...
now and at the hour of our death. Amen.
All right there, Happy Jack, leave us something...
Finish it.
Join the Army, lads. Three square meals a day and good pay in your pocket.
against your Roman popery!
But they all took me for an immigrant.
Don't never look away.
But all we could see was the hand in front of us.
After they cut out the baby...
This was a great man.
Jesus.
Calm down!
Handsome bunch of gallows fruit. There's my old friend.
I wanna show you something.
They didn't run the city...
To defeat my enemy, I extinguish his life...
Hey! Bill says keep clear of the pikers.
What am I to do? I can't have this. Something has to be done.
Don't mind him. He used to be an Irishman.
- We all go someday, huh? - Chin up.
A periodical of note
and Worth.
Walking in as your kids are organizing their Halloween candy
Sure meself, but...
and setting them on fire. From 21st:
I told you I didn't want a fight!
No! No!
We must heal the divisions between us.
Many mothers have not even the solace...
That one tonight...
This whole place is gonna burn anyway.
Barnum's American Museum On Fire. Animals Are Escaping. Barnum's American Museum On Fire. Animals Are Escaping.
- Please read this. Thank you. - Thanks.
But it's not too late. You can still save my house.
Looks as though you should have shaved closer.
especially while it's being broken.
Don't you never come in here empty-handed again.
We always liked a good fire in the Points.
You're getting too old for it, McGloin.
sneak-thievery, chloral-hydrating...
Find out.
Find the military and send them...
What am I bid? What am I bid? What am I bid?
He is.
You kill him where the whole court can watch him die.
and over here we have contestant number 9... faecae crumbs!
As some of you have surely noticed...
and enthusiastic corruption of the public good.
Into the mirror.
now is the time to say it.
I'll negotiate a handsome fee for every Irish vote you send Tammany's way...
We're here, and we need to get there.
Cast for Monk and Tammany, by God. Twice.
Hop
in this god-forsaken den of vice and misery behind me.
- When? - Whenever you like.
- You from Kerry? - I am, sir. I am.
All right, boys. Vote Monk, Tammany. Monk, Tammany!
I come for my due and proper
You gotta pay for the pleasure of my company.
A low thing to do that to the body. Lowww.
My father told me we was all born of blood and tribulation.
- No draft! No draft! - Show them what we think of their draft!
Don't do that again.
Come out now, lad.
A challenge?
Since the time of the great famine, they'd come streaming off the boats.
Clear the way for Bill the Butcher.
No.
Here's the thing.
You can have anything you want out there.
Drury, did you know there’s a nigger on defense
Rest in peace, Ma.
- How many? - Three or four.
Well, sorry.
- There are two sides to that question... - There are several sides...
- Know why he wears short sleeves? - Why?
I'll festoon my bedchamber with his guts
Is your mouth glued up with cunny juice? I asked you a question!
To invading hordes of Hibernians!
- Is that man drunk? - Dead as Good Friday, miss.
Fire!
We paid the Municipal Police. This is Metropolitan.
Yeah, nothing except our safety, constable.