If He Rises Agains Me I Cut Off His Head and Put It on a Pike

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• Neb 'The Butcher' Cutting : How old are you lot, Amsterdam?

  Amsterdam Vallon : I'm non sure, sir. I never did quite effigy it.

  Pecker 'The Butcher' Cutting : I'yard 40-7. Forty-seven years sometime. You know how I stayed live this long? All these years? Fear. The spectacle of fearsome acts. Somebody steals from me, I cut off his easily. He offends me, I cutting out his tongue. He rises against me, I cut off his caput, stick information technology on a pike, raise information technology high upwardly so all on the streets can see. That's what preserves the order of things. Fear.

• Beak 'The Butcher' Cutting : At my challenge, by the ancient laws of combat, we have met at this called footing, to settle for adept and all who holds sway over the V Points: u.s. natives, born right wise to this fine land, or the foreign hordes defiling it.

  Native Gangs : Yeah.

  Priest Vallon : By the ancient laws of combat, I accept the challenge of the so called "natives." They plague our people at every plow, but from this day out, they shall plague united states of america no more. For let it be known, that the hand that tries to strike us from this land shall be swiftly cutting down.

  Irish Gangs : YEAH.

  Beak 'The Butcher' Cutting : Then may the Christian Lord guide my mitt, against your Roman popery.

  Priest Vallon : Prepare to receive the true Lord!

  [the enemy gangs rush into boxing]

• Bill 'The Butcher' Cutting : Hither'due south the thing. I don't give a tuppenny fuck about your moral conundrum, you meat-headed shit-sack. That's more than or less the thing. And I want you to go out there... You, nobody else. None of your petty minions. I want y'all to exit there. And I want you to punish the person who'southward responsible for murdering this poor picayune rabbit. Is that understood?

• Boss Tweed : Y'all killed an elected official?

  Bill 'The Butcher' Cutting : Who elected him?

  Boss Tweed : You don't know what you've washed to yourself.

  Bill 'The Butcher' Cutting : [taps his glass eye with a knife] I know your works. You are neither cold nor hot. And so considering you are lukewarm, I will spew you lot out of my mouth. You lot can build your filthy world without me. I took the father. Now I'll have the son. Yous tell young Vallon I'g gonna paint Paradise Foursquare with his blood. Two coats. I'll festoon my bedchamber with his guts. As for yous, Mr. Tammany-fucking-Hall, you come downwardly to the Points over again, and yous'll be dispatched by my ain hand. Become back to your commemoration and allow me eat in peace.

• Bill 'The Butcher' Cut : Yous. Whatsoever your name is... what is your name?

  Amsterdam Vallon : Amsterdam, sir.

  Bill 'The Butcher' Cutting : Amsterdam... I'one thousand New York... don't yous never come in here empty handed again, you gotta pay for the pleasure of my visitor.

• Bill 'The Butcher' Cutting : You see this knife? I'thousand gonna teach you to speak English with this fucking pocketknife!

• Nib 'The Butcher' Cutting : He was the only human I ever killed worth remembering.

• Neb 'The Butcher' Cutting : Thank God. I dice a truthful American.

• Nib 'The Butcher' Cutting : Mulberry Street... and Worth... Cross and Orange... and Little H2o. Each of the Five Points is a finger. When I shut my manus it becomes a fist. And, if I wish, I tin turn it against you.

• Beak 'The Butcher' Cutting : I killed the final honorable human being, xv years ago. Since and so it'southward... You seen his portrait downstairs?

  Amsterdam Vallon : Mm-hmm.

  Neb 'The Butcher' Cut : 'Due south your mouth all glued-up with cunny juice? I asked you a question!

  Amsterdam Vallon : [angrily] I said I *seen* it, sir.

  Beak 'The Butcher' Cutting : [smiling] Oh, you got a murderous rage in you! I like information technology. Then much life humid up in you. That'due south skillful!

• Bill 'The Butcher' Cutting : You female parent-whoring Irish nigger.

• Bill 'The Butcher' Cutting : Is this it, Priest? The Pope's new ground forces? A few crusty bitches and a scattering of rag-tags?

  Priest Vallon : Now, now, Bill, you swore this was a battle between warriors, not a bunch of Miss Nancys. And then warriors is what I brought.

  [more than Irish gangs arrive]

  O'Connell Baby-sit Leader : The O'Connell Guard!

  Plug Uglies Leader : The Plug Uglies!

  Shirt Tails Leader : The Shirt Tails!

  Chichesters Leader : The Chichesters!

  Forty Thieves Leader : The Forty Thieves!

  Bill 'The Butcher' Cutting : Bene.

• Nib 'The Butcher' Cutting : Why don't you burn down him, run into if his ashes plough green.

• Dominate Tweed : You may or may not know, Pecker, that everyday I go down to the waterfront with hot soup for the Irish as they come ashore. Its part of edifice a political base.

  Bill 'The Butcher' Cut : I've noticed you lot at that place, you may have noticed me.

  Dominate Tweed : Indeed I have. Throwing torrents of abuse to every single person who steps off those boats.

  Bill 'The Butcher' Cut : [gleefully] If just I had the guns, Mr. Tweed, I'd shoot each and every i of them before they prepare foot on American soil.

• Dominate Tweed : That's the building of our land right there, Mr. Cutting. Americans aborning.

  Bill 'The Butcher' Cut : I don't see no Americans. I see trespassers, Irish harps. Do a job for a nickel what a nigger does for a dime and a white man used to get a quarter for. What have they done? Name i thing they've contributed.

  Dominate Tweed : Votes.

  Bill 'The Butcher' Cut : Votes, you say? They vote how the archbishop tells them, and who tells the archbishop? Their male monarch in the pointy hat what sits on his throne in Rome.

• Beak 'The Butcher' Cutting : The Priest and me, we lived by the same principles. It was merely faith divided united states of america. He gave me this, you know? That was the finest beating I ever took. My face was pulp. My guts was pierced, my ribs was all mashed up. And when he came to stop me, I couldn't await him in the eye. He spared me, because he wanted me to live in shame. This was a great human. A neat human being. So I out out the eye that looked away, I sent it to him wrapped in blue paper. I would've cut them both out if I could have fought him bullheaded. And I rose back up over again with a full heart... and buried him in his own claret. He was the only homo I always killed worth remembering.

• Nib 'The Butcher' Cutting : A *real* native is someone who is willing to die fighting for his state. There'due south cypher more to it.

• Bill 'The Butcher' Cutting : My father gave his life, making this state what it is. Murdered by the British with all of his men on the 20 fifth of July, anno domini, 1814. Do you think I'yard going to help you lot befoul his legacy, by giving this country over to them, what's had no hand in the fighting for information technology? Why, because they come off a boat crawling with lice and begging you for soup.

• Bill 'The Butcher' Cut : Everything you encounter belongs to me, to one degree or some other. The beggars and newsboys and quick thieves here in Paradise, the sailor dives and gin mills and blind tigers on the waterfront, the anglers and amusers, the she-hes and the Chinks. Everybody owes, everybody pays. Because that's how you lot stand upwardly against the rising of the tide.

• Bill 'The Butcher' Cutting : We concord in our hearts the memory of our fallen brothers whose blood stains the very streets we walk today. Also on this nighttime nosotros pay tribute to the leader of our enemies, an honorable man, who crossed over bravely, fighting for what he believed in. To defeat my enemy, I extinguish his life, and consume him as I swallow these flames. In award of Priest Vallon.

• Bill 'The Butcher' Cutting : That, my friends, is the minority vote.

• [as a human being is nearly to be hung]

  Bill 'The Butcher' Cutting : That's a fine locket. I'll give you a dollar for it.

  Arthur : It was me female parent'due south...

  Bill 'The Butcher' Cut : Dollar and a one-half?

  Arthur : Done.

• Boss Tweed : Y'all're a adept one for the fighting, Bill. Merely you can't fight forever.

  Bill 'The Butcher' Cutting : I tin can become down doing information technology.

  Dominate Tweed : And you lot will!

  Bill 'The Butcher' Cutting : What did you say?

  Dominate Tweed : I said, you're turning your back on the future.

  Bill 'The Butcher' Cutting : Not our futurity.

• Nib 'The Butcher' Cut : I took the father, at present I'll take the son.

• Happy Jack : I'm paid to uphold the constabulary.

  Neb 'The Butcher' Cutting : What in Heaven's proper name are y'all talking about?

• Boss Tweed : Bill, I tin can't get a days piece of work done for all the good citizens coming in here to harass me about crime in the Points. Some even get so far as to accuse Tammany of connivance in this and so-called rampant criminality. What am I to do? I can't take this. Something has to be done.

  Nib 'The Butcher' Cutting : What practice you have in mind?

  Boss Tweed : I don't know. I recollect maybe we should hang someone.

  Bill 'The Butcher' Cut : Who?

  Dominate Tweed : No one important, necessarily. Average men volition do. Back alley amusers with no affiliations.

  Beak 'The Butcher' Cut : How many?

  Boss Tweed : 3 or four.

  Bill 'The Butcher' Cutting : Which?

  Boss Tweed : Four.

• Bill 'The Butcher' Cut : Well describe information technology mildly son. Happy Jack don't fill his lungs without I tell him he may do so.

• Bill 'The Butcher' Cutting : Now that you've had a sense of taste of my mutton, how do you like it?

• Bill 'The Butcher' Cutting : He ain't earned a expiry! He own't a death at my hands! No, he'll walk amongst you marked with shame, a freak worthy of Barnum's Museum of Wonders. God'southward only man, spared by the Butcher.

• Bill 'The Butcher' Cutting : [nearly Priest] Ears and noses will be the trophies of the solar day. But no paw shall touch him. NO paw shall touch him! He'll cantankerous over whole. With accolade.

• Bill 'The Butcher' Cutting : On the seventh day the Lord rested, but before that he did, he squatted over the side of England and what came out of him... was Republic of ireland. No offense son.

  Amsterdam Vallon : Nah, none taken, sir. I grew upwards here. All I always knew of Republic of ireland was from the talk of the others at the orphan aviary.

  Bill 'The Butcher' Cutting : And which part of that excrementitious isle where your forebears spawned?

  Amsterdam Vallon : I've been told Kerry, I lost proof of it in my linguistic communication at the aviary.

• Pecker 'The Butcher' Cut : Hey, have y'all met Amsterdam? He almost fish-hooked McGloin.

• Bill 'The Butcher' Cut : Annihilation in your pockets?

  Jenny : I ain't started working nonetheless.

• Bill 'The Butcher' Cutting : Is this the Pope'south new army?

• Beak 'The Butcher' Cutting : Don't mind him. He used to be an Irishman.

• Neb 'The Butcher' Cutting : Alright, line 'm up. Information technology's Election 24-hour interval!

• Bill 'The Butcher' Cut : Conscientious, Tweedy. The Mort'south Frenchified.

• Bill 'The Butcher' Cutting : [to Amsterdam, while watching an African American man dancing an Irish jig on tiptop of a tabular array in a brothel] Look at that. What in Christ'southward name is that? Rhythms of the Dark Continent thrown into the kettle with an Irish shindig. Stir information technology around a few times, pull it out, it'south a fine American mess. A jig doing a jig.

• Miss Schermerhorn : How do you do, Mr. Cut?

  [extends her hand]

  Pecker 'The Butcher' Cutting : As of this moment, extremely well. Cheers. How practice you practise?

  [leans downwards and smells her hand]

  Bill 'The Butcher' Cutting : Orange blossoms. Delicious.

  Happy Jack : Mr. Cutting is...

  Bill 'The Butcher' Cut : [to Mr. Schermerhorn] What a peach! You lot had a fine career on the stage.

  Happy Jack : ...one of the Five Points local...

  Mrs. Schermerhorn : Delight to run into you, sir.

  Happy Jack : ...leaders.

  Bill 'The Butcher' Cutting : Mr. Greeeley!

  Horace Greeley : Pleased to meet y'all, Mr. Cutting.

  Nib 'The Butcher' Cut : The Five Points welcomes yous to these streets and you shall pass in safety.

  Happy Jack : Oh, I'll see to their condom. Thank you, Neb. This style. Cheerio lads. Criminals who brag a dote testify, y'all see.

  Horace Greeley : [walking away] He knows who I am.

  Happy Jack : Oh, in deed sir. You lot're well known in these parts.

  Horace Greeley : I discover that - strangely flattering.

• Bill 'The Butcher' Cutting : This is a night for Americans!

• Bill 'The Butcher' Cutting : [later on stabbing Priest] Wait to me! Who is this nether my pocketknife!

• Bill 'The Butcher' Cutting : You get to know a lot by butchering meat. We're made up of the same things. Flesh and blood. Tissue. Organs. I honey to work with pigs. The nearest affair in nature to the mankind of a human, is the flesh of a pig.

• Pecker The Butcher : This is a day for America.

• Bill 'The Butcher' Cutting : Civilization is crumbling

• Bill 'The Butcher' Cut : That'southward the spirit boys. Go off and die for your blackie friends. We should have run a better human being against Lincoln when we had the chance.

• Neb 'The Butcher' Cutting : Priest Vallon died a noble death. But his Dead Rabbits is *done* and outlawed! Let no ane even speak their proper noun from this fourth dimension on.

• Bill 'The Butcher' Cutting : These 2 are just a pair of issues eating sons of Irish bitches. Just like you.

• Beak 'The Butcher' Cut : What's that word?

  Amsterdam Vallon : Eh, information technology ways bodysnatchers.

  Bill 'The Butcher' Cutting : I didn't ask the pregnant. I asked the discussion.

  Amsterdam Vallon : Ghoul.

  Nib 'The Butcher' Cutting : Ghoul? That's a good word. "Ghoul Gang Slaughters: A Fresh Outrage in the Five Points." That'southward a notice you can be proud of.

• Nib 'The Butcher' Cutting : I similar a man who's willing to burn for his swag.

• Amsterdam Vallon : What happens at the stop?

  Nib 'The Butcher' Cut : And then we take ourselves a rowdydow! Own't you never been to the theatre earlier?

• Neb 'The Butcher' Cutting : Amsterdam. Amsterdam! New York is calling you.

• Bill 'The Butcher' Cutting : [walking through an opium den] Rise and polish, rise and shine. In this great land of ours, even hop fiends go to vote.

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