Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's life boiling up inside of you. It's good.
they peer to the west...
Is my son present here?
Well, gentlemen, I leave you in the grace and favor of the Lord.
Get me down!
The hole in my shoulder hurts, so have a drink and shut up.
The police? Oh, no. Jesus, no!
She'll be all right.
I got 44 notches in my club.
an honorable man who crossed over bravely...
- So we have. That's why... - Well, what's bigger than alderman?
Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners...
Every year the Natives celebrated the killing of my father all over again...
Suppose we do get you those votes.
Grab what you can, Johnny. Let's get out of here.
What's a nigger doing in this church?
She drunk her own liquor and got throwed on the street.
that this war may end...
Life
Garry! Jesus, did you know there's a nigger leprechaun mascot?
- Fifteen to one, Bug-Eye Moran. - Amsterdam!
I can think of a number of things to call you, boyo
Against the potato eaters, like them over there, thieving our jobs!
Don't you do it.
and the dark.
Prepare to receive the true Lord!
who's responsible...
If you believe one word the British say, you're a fool.
- All right, you stupid... - My father's son.
would he have wanted a bit more?
Boys, forget that one. Next building over.
Let's take the bastards!
Well, then we got business.
That's $ 215.
This'll be a real ballum rancum, eh?
Come on in out of the draft, boys.
- What the hell is this? - Sorry, Bill.
The Five Points, Paradise Square.
Where our fathers have shown us the path, we shall follow.
Let's Take The Bastards!
Notch 45, you Bruce Willis lookin mofucka!
Get back on the boat, Paddy!
Bowery Boys.
Sign here, son. Or make your mark.
As a matter of fact, it is. Deano took me to Softails.
John.
Regular services are held at the church at 6 and 8.
- I never did like crushers. - Well, draw it mild, son.
- Pleased to meet you. - The Points welcomes you.
There are more Negroes who need help. They're being attacked all over.
- How's the beak? - Ain't so bad.
There's your musket. Keep it dry on the boat.
- Alderman? - We've already got Irish aldermen.
You can't do this!
Go on then.
John. Johnny!
I was in Hellgate for 16 years.
All right, let's kiss good night to that pretty young face of yours.
Or shall I be your chosen voice in a new testament, in the new world?
We ran his errands, made his money...
Only I don't want no part in it.
Make a nice pot of soup of that head.
You back an Irishman for sheriff of the city and county of New York...
- I'm sorry. - Allow me.
Look at that. What in Christ's name is that?
Our faith is the weapon most feared by our enemies.
I've noticed you there. You may have noticed me.
Don't look back, And don't run.
In honor of Priest Vallon.
The Priest and me, we lived by the same principles.
Why? Because they come off a boat, crawling with lice and begging for soup?
Are you willing to do that, my young friend?
tissue, organs.
Go spill some claret, boys. Go on, Shorty, have a nice muss.
because that's how you stand up against the rising of the tide.
and, in a moment, outfought?
They just locked me up, you know that?
it's not my job to take care of yourself gabi you bitch! oh boo-hoo marleen i'm in tears now! 9crying streams) i'm packing my bags and not coming back! you retarted hr manager!
There was a baby. They cut it out.
Father! Jesus, did you know there's a nigger in your church?
- How do you do? - Nearly.
- Don't understand. - You do speak English.
Everyone was working for the Butcher.
Good evening, Bill.
You may feel more comfortable without that garment, Miss Everdeane.
It only takes a single grain to fester into layers of pearl...
It’s Election Day!
To the Butcher.
Entirely justifiable in my view.
Crumbling..
The mob have attacked the armory. There is danger of firing the building.
Oh, I'll see to their safety. Thank you, Bill. There we are.
You plague our people at every turn.
He ain't earned a death. He ain't earned a death at my hands.
- Bill the Butcher. - To the Butcher.
Wait.
We'll miss you, Arthur.
Tear my head off and destruct the world, just like the rest of the stupid Irish.
I'm gonna teach you to speak English with this fucking knife!
- Priest Vallon died a noble death... - Let go of me!