Gangs of New York

Gangs of New York quotes

53 total quotes (ID: 843)

Amsterdam Vallon
Bill the Butcher
Boss Tweed
Others


I gotta sleep with one eye open and I've only got one eye, right?


I have a hole in my shoulder and it hurts, so have a drink and shut up or shut up and get out.

I want you's all to meet the son of Priest Vallon. I took him under my wing and see how I'm repaid? Saves my life one day so he can kill me the next like a sneak-thief, instead of fighting like a man. A base defiler. Unworthy of a noble name.

If you get all of us together, we ain't got a gang, we've got an army.

In the end, they put candles on the bodies so's their friends, if they had any, could know them in the dark. The city did this free of charge. Shang, Jimmy Spoils, Hell-cat, McGloin, and more. Friend or foe, didn't make no difference now. It was four days and nights before the worst of the mob was finally put down. We never knew how many New Yorkers died that week before the city was finally delivered. My father told me we was all born of blood and tribulation, and so then too was our great city. But for those of us what lived and died in them furious days, it was like everything we knew was mildly swept away. And no matter what they did to build this city up again... for the rest of time... it would be like no one even knew we was ever here.

It's a funny feeling being taken under the wing of a dragon. It's warmer than you'd think.

Jenny was a Bluget, a girl pickpocket and a turtledove. A turtledove picks out a fine house, disguises herself as a housemaid and robs you blind. It takes a lot of sand to be a turtledove.

Look, I want you to see this. This is you, right here! Notch 45, you Irish bog bastard.

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

Mulberry Street... and Worth... Cross and Orange... and Little Water. Each of the Five Points is a finger. When I close my hand it becomes a fist. And, if I wish, I can turn it against you.

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.

New York loved William Tweed... and hated him but for those of us trying to be thieves, we couldn't help but admire him.

Oopsie-daisy!

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

That, my friends, is the minority vote.