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Bill the Butcher: You see this knife? I'm gonna teach you to speak English with this fucking knife!

Amsterdam Vallon: Lord, place the steel of the Holy Spirit in my spine and the love of the Virgin Mary in my heart.

Boss Tweed: The appearance of law must be upheld, especially when it's being broken.

Happy Jack: I come for my due and proper.

[Aside, after speaking to a foreigner]
Boss Tweed: They don't speak English in New York anymore?

Bill the Butcher: He was the only man I ever killed worth remembering.

Bill the Butcher: I'm going to paint paradise square with his blood. Two coats.

Bill the Butcher: Each of the five points is a finger. When I close my hand it becomes a fist.

Bill the Butcher: Thank God I died a true American.

Priest Vallon: The blood stays on the blade, son.

Bill the Butcher: Here's the minority vote!

Bill the Butcher: 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 rightwise to this fine land, or the foreign hordes defiling it!
Crowd: Yeah!!!
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 the Butcher: Is this it, priest? The Pope's new army? A few crusty bitches and a handful of rag-tags?

Priest Vallon: Now, now Bill. You said that this was a fight for warriors. So warriors is what I brought.

Johnny Sirocco: He's not who he says he is.

Boss Tweed: You killed an elected official!
Bill the Butcher: Elected by who?

McGloin: What's a nigger doing in the church?

Bill the Butcher: Hey, have you met Amsterdam? He almost fish-hooked McGloin.

Boss Tweed: We're burying a lot of votes tonight.

Amsterdam Vallon: It took sand to be a turtledove.

Bill the Butcher: Ears and noses will be the trophies of the day. But no hand shall touch him!

Amsterdam Vallon: When you kill a king, you don't stab him in the dark. You kill him where the entire court can watch him die.

Bill the Butcher: what's your name boy?
Amsterdam Vallon: Amsterdam
Bill the Butcher: Amsterdam? I am New York.

Bill the Butcher: This is a night for Americans!

Bill the Butcher: Anything in your pockets?
Jenny: I ain't started working yet.

Boss Tweed: You know why he wears short sleeves? So they can see he's got nothing stashed. I hope that never becomes the fashion.

Bill the Butcher: Is this the Pope's new army?

Bill the Butcher: Burn him, see if his ashes turn green.

Bill the Butcher: I don't give a tupenny fuck about your moral conundrum, you meat-headed shit-sack!

Bill the Butcher: Everybody owes, and everybody pays.

Amsterdam Vallon: When you get all of the Irish together, you don't have a gang, you have an army.

Monk McGinn: Well that was bloody Shakespearian. Do you know who Shakespeare is? He wrote the King James bible.

Amsterdam Vallon: I give you my word, this all will be finished tomorrow.
Jenny: No, it won't.

Boss Tweed: Look, a boatful of Americans.
Bill the Butcher: What Americans? A bunch of filthy beasts. What do they do for America?
Boss Tweed: They vote.
Bill the Butcher: They vote for who the Archbishop tells them to vote for. And the archbishop gets his orders from their king with his pointy hat, sitting in Rome.

Bill the Butcher: My father gave his life, making this country what it is. Murdered by the British with all of his men on the twenty fifth of July, Anno Domini, 1814. Do you think I'm going to help you befoul his legacy, by giving this country over to them, what's had no hand in the fighting for it? Why, because they come off a boat crawling with lice and begging you for soup!

Happy Jack: I'm paid to uphold the law.
Bill the Butcher: What the hell are you talking about?

Boss Tweed: Remember the first rule of politics. The ballots don't make the results, the counters make the results. The counters. Keep counting!

Amsterdam Vallon: Is there anyone in the five points you haven't fucked!?!
Jenny: Yes! You!




	Home Jokes Film Quotes Boss Alert News Forum Links		Back to - Film Quotes - G Gangs of New York Bill the Butcher: You see this knife? I'm gonna teach you to speak English with this fucking knife! Amsterdam Vallon: Lord, place the steel of the Holy Spirit in my spine and the love of the Virgin Mary in my heart. Boss Tweed: The appearance of law must be upheld, especially when it's being broken. Happy Jack: I come for my due and proper. [Aside, after speaking to a foreigner] Boss Tweed: They don't speak English in New York anymore? Bill the Butcher: He was the only man I ever killed worth remembering. Bill the Butcher: I'm going to paint paradise square with his blood. Two coats. Bill the Butcher: Each of the five points is a finger. When I close my hand it becomes a fist. Bill the Butcher: Thank God I died a true American. Priest Vallon: The blood stays on the blade, son. Bill the Butcher: Here's the minority vote! Bill the Butcher: 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 rightwise to this fine land, or the foreign hordes defiling it! Crowd: Yeah!!! 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 the Butcher: Is this it, priest? The Pope's new army? A few crusty bitches and a handful of rag-tags? Priest Vallon: Now, now Bill. You said that this was a fight for warriors. So warriors is what I brought. Johnny Sirocco: He's not who he says he is. Boss Tweed: You killed an elected official! Bill the Butcher: Elected by who? McGloin: What's a nigger doing in the church? Bill the Butcher: Hey, have you met Amsterdam? He almost fish-hooked McGloin. Boss Tweed: We're burying a lot of votes tonight. Amsterdam Vallon: It took sand to be a turtledove. Bill the Butcher: Ears and noses will be the trophies of the day. But no hand shall touch him! Amsterdam Vallon: When you kill a king, you don't stab him in the dark. You kill him where the entire court can watch him die. Bill the Butcher: what's your name boy? Amsterdam Vallon: Amsterdam Bill the Butcher: Amsterdam? I am New York. Bill the Butcher: This is a night for Americans! Bill the Butcher: Anything in your pockets? Jenny: I ain't started working yet. Boss Tweed: You know why he wears short sleeves? So they can see he's got nothing stashed. I hope that never becomes the fashion. Bill the Butcher: Is this the Pope's new army? Bill the Butcher: Burn him, see if his ashes turn green. Bill the Butcher: I don't give a tupenny fuck about your moral conundrum, you meat-headed shit-sack! Bill the Butcher: Everybody owes, and everybody pays. Amsterdam Vallon: When you get all of the Irish together, you don't have a gang, you have an army. Monk McGinn: Well that was bloody Shakespearian. Do you know who Shakespeare is? He wrote the King James bible. Amsterdam Vallon: I give you my word, this all will be finished tomorrow. Jenny: No, it won't. Boss Tweed: Look, a boatful of Americans. Bill the Butcher: What Americans? A bunch of filthy beasts. What do they do for America? Boss Tweed: They vote. Bill the Butcher: They vote for who the Archbishop tells them to vote for. And the archbishop gets his orders from their king with his pointy hat, sitting in Rome. Bill the Butcher: My father gave his life, making this country what it is. Murdered by the British with all of his men on the twenty fifth of July, Anno Domini, 1814. Do you think I'm going to help you befoul his legacy, by giving this country over to them, what's had no hand in the fighting for it? Why, because they come off a boat crawling with lice and begging you for soup! Happy Jack: I'm paid to uphold the law. Bill the Butcher: What the hell are you talking about? Boss Tweed: Remember the first rule of politics. The ballots don't make the results, the counters make the results. The counters. Keep counting! Amsterdam Vallon: Is there anyone in the five points you haven't fucked!?! Jenny: Yes! You!