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And, if I wish, I can turn it against you. Bill: Thank God. I die a true American. [Amsterdam goes to wipe blood off razor] Priest Vallon: No son, never. The blood stays on the blade. One day amsterdam you'll understand. Bill: That, my friends, is the minority vote. Bill: At my challenge, by the ancient laws of combat, we are met at this chosen ground, to settle for good and all who holds sway over the five points: us natives, born amsterdam rightwise to this fine land, or the foreign hordes defiling it. Crowd: Yeah. amsterdam Priest Vallon: By the ancient laws of combat, I accept the challenge of the so called "natives." They plague our people at every turn, but from this day out, they shall plague us no more. For let it be known, that the hand that tries to strike us from this land shall be swiftly cut down. Crowd: YEAH. Bill: Is this it priest, the pope's new army, a few crusty bitches and a hand full of rag tags?
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