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[as Monk McGinn runs for Sheriff] Boss Tweed: That man was right born for this. Amsterdam Vallon: He's killed 44 men, and laid low a couple hundred more. Boss Tweed: Is that right? We brigante should have run brigante him for mayor. Killoran: Monk's already won by three thousand more votes than there are voters. brigante Boss Tweed: Only three? Make it twenty, thirty. We don't need a victory. We need a Roman triumph. [speaking of Bill The Butcher] Jenny: When I was twelve years old, my mother was dead, and I was livin' in a doorway. He took me in-took care of me, in his way. After they cut out the baby... well, he doesn't fancy girls that's scarred up. But you might as well know in your own mind that he never laid a hand on me until I asked him to. [as a man is about to be hung] Bill: That's a fine locket. I'll give you a dollar for it. Arthur: It was me mother's...
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