Gangs of New York

Gangs of New York quotes

53 total quotes (ID: 843)

Amsterdam Vallon
Bill the Butcher
Boss Tweed
Others


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.


Army Recruiter: [swearing in Irish immigrants as citizens at the harbor] That document makes you a citizen, and this one makes you a private in the Union army. Now get out there and serve your country.

Bill: You. Whatever your name is... what is your name?
Amsterdam: Amsterdam, sir.
Bill: Amsterdam, I'm New York. Don't you never come in here empty handed again, you gotta pay for the pleasure of my company.

This is a night for America!

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

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

Don't mind him. He used to be an Irishman.

Priest Vallon: The blood stays on the blade.

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

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

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

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

Boss Tweed: You may or may not know, Bill, that everyday I go down to the waterfront with hot soup for the Irish as they come ashore. Its part of building a political base.
Bill: I've noticed you there, you may have noticed me.
Boss Tweed: Indeed I have. Throwing torrents of abuse to every single person who steps off those boats.
Bill: [gleefully] If only I had the guns, Mr. Tweed, I'd shoot each and every one of them before they set foot on American soil.

Killoran: Monk's already won by three thousand more votes than there are voters.
Boss Tweed: Only three? Make it twenty, thirty. We don't need a victory. We need a Roman triumph.

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