Bill the Butcher Everything you see belongs to me, to one degree or another. 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 ****. Everybody owes, everybody pays. Because that's how you stand up against the rising of the tide. Bill the Butcher That, my friends, is the minority vote. Bill the Butcher Burn him, see if his ashes turn green.