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| hard rock news, photography, tony darrow, heather champ, wallpapers, debi mazar, wordssong lyrics 2pac i'm losin it r u still down? (remember me), kieron jecchinis, craigs list, foto, industrial, libyan, sumerian, charlie croker, and letters, richard bright, derek, bad, don cheadle, | [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... Bill: Dollar and a half? Arthur: Done. Miss Schermerhorn: Is that man drunk? Happy Jack: Och, dead as Good Friday, miss. Young Johnny Sirocco: Oy! Boyo! Young Amsterdam Vallon: Johnny. Young Johnny Sirocco: What you doin', Boyo? Young Amsterdam Vallon: There's a Battle. The music Natives against music the Dead Rabbits. Young Johnny Sirocco: Which side are you on? music Young Amsterdam Vallon: What do you think? [points behind him] Young Amsterdam Vallon: Dead rabbits. [last lines] Amsterdam Vallon: ...And no matter what they did to build this city up again, for the rest of time, it will be like no-one even knew we was ever here. Bill: [after stabbing Priest] Look to me! Who is this under my knife! Bill: Everything you see belongs to me, to one degree or another. |
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| Now get out there and serve your country. [as an anti-draft riot takes place] Boss Tweed: tony darrow Sweet Jesus, war does terrible things to people. Amsterdam Vallon: Suppose you back an Irish candidate, of my choosin', and I'll deliver all the Irish vote? Boss Tweed: That will only happen in the reign of Queen Dick. [as Monk McGinn runs for Sheriff] Boss Tweed: That man tony darrow was right born for this. Amsterdam Vallon: He's killed 44 men, and laid low a couple tony darrow hundred more. Boss Tweed: Is that right? We should have run him for mayor. Killoran: Monk's already won by three thousand more votes than there are voters. 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. |
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