My Favorite Movie....
Today after my AP Chem test, I went home and watched my favorite movie - Boondock Saints. If haven't seen it, YOU SUCK AT LIFE. Please go see it, cause it rocks.
Murphy MacManus: You and your fucking rope.
[two brothers up in shafts trying to find job and getting a bit-uncomfortable]
Murphy MacManus: Where the fuck are you going?
Connor Mac Manus: shh. I'm trying to figure some shit out so keep your shut.
Murphy MacManus: Ahh, fuck you. I'm sweatin' my ass off carrying around your stupid fuckin rope. Must weigh 30 lbs...
Connor Mac Manus: Shut up.
[hits him on the head with flashlight. Murphy pushes him-the two begin to wrestle in the vent. They feel it start to fall]
Connor Mac Manus: Jesus Fucking Christ.
Murphy MacManus: Oh, shit.
Monsignor: We must always fear the wicked. But there is another kind of evil that we must fear the most, and that is the indifference of good men.
Connor Mac Manus: I do believe the monsignor's finally got the point.
Murphy MacManus: Aye.
Doc: You know what they say: People in glass houses sink sh... sh... sh... ships.
Rocco: I got to buy you a proverb book or something, because this mix 'n' match shit's got to go.
Doc: What?
Connor MacManus: Well, a penny saved is worth two in the bush, is'nt it?
Murphy MacManus: And don't cross the road if you can't get out of the kitchen.
[A Russian gangster comes into the bar]
Murphy MacManus: So you're Chekov, huh? Well, this here's McCoy. Find a Spock, we got us an away team.
Paul Smecker: Brilliant. So now we got a Huge Guy theory and a Serial Crusher theory.
[After Smecker proves the Boston detectives wrong]
Paul Smecker: We'll start the ass-kissing with you.
Paul Smecker: That's all we need: some sensational story making these boys out to be superheroes triumphing over evil.
Il Duce: And no man shall shed blood, but by man shall his blood be shed.
Connor Mac Manus: Now you will receive us.
Murphy MacManus: We do not ask for your poor, or your hungry.
Connor Mac Manus: We do not want your tired and sick.
Murphy MacManus: It is your corrupt we claim.
Connor Mac Manus: It is your evil that will be sought by us.
Murphy MacManus: With every breath, we shall hunt them down.
Connor Mac Manus: Each day we will spill their blood, 'til it rains down from the skies.
Murphy MacManus: Do not kill. Do not rape. Do not steal. These are principles which every man of every faith can embrace.
Connor Mac Manus: These are not polite suggestions, these are codes of behavior, and those of you that ignore them will pay the dearest cost.
Murphy MacManus: There are varying degrees of evil. We urge you lesser forms of filth, not to push the bounds and cross over, in to true corruption, into our domain.
Connor Mac Manus: For if you do, one day you will look behind you and you will see we three, and on that day you will reap it.
Murphy MacManus: And we will send you to whatever god you wish.
Yakavetta: I'm having a shitty day. I'm depressed. Tell me a funny joke.
Rocco: Uh, OK. There's these three guys walking on the beach, a spic, a white guy, and a black guy.
Yakavetta: Nigger.
Rocco: Yeah, right. So they find this pot, rub it, and a genie comes out. The genie says you can wish for whatever you want. So he asks the Mexican what he wants, and he says "I want all my people in America to be happy and free, and in Mexico." So the genie goes poof. It's done. Then he says to the black guy...
Vincenzo Lipazzi: Nigger.
Rocco: Yeah, right, he says to the nigger "What do you want?" And the nigger says "I want all my nigger brothers to be back in Africa, and happy and free and everything." So the genie goes poof. And they're all back in Africa. So... I'm not funny today, really, this joke sucks, I know...
Yakavetta: Continue the joke.
Rocco: Uh, so he says to the white guy, "What's your one wish?" And the white guy says, "Wait, you mean to tell me that all the spics and niggers are out of America?" The genie goes yeah, and the white guy says, uh, "I'll have a Coke, then."
[Picking out weapons and gear]
Connor Mac Manus: You know what we need? Some rope.
Murphy MacManus: What are you, insane?
Connor Mac Manus: No, I'm serious. Charlie Bronson's always got a rope. In the movies, they've always got rope and they always end up using it.
Murphy MacManus: That's stupid. Name one fucking thing you're gonna need a rope for.
Connor Mac Manus: It's not what they need it for, they just always need it.
Murphy MacManus: What's this "they" shit? This isn't a movie.
[Murphy picks up a huge commando knife]
Connor Mac Manus: Oh, is that right, Rambo?
Murphy MacManus: All right, get your stupid fucking rope.
Paul Smecker: You know, you Irish cops are perking up. That's two sound theories in one day, neither of which deal with abnormally sized men. Kind of makes me feel like Riverdancing.
[After dropping through the ceiling on a rope and killing nine mobsters]
Connor Mac Manus: Well, "name one thing you're gonna need this stupid fucking rope for".
Murphy MacManus: That was way easier than I thought it would be.
Connor Mac Manus: Aye.
Murphy MacManus: On TV you always have that guy that jumps over the sofa...
Connor Mac Manus: And then you've got to shoot at him for ten fucking minutes.
Murphy MacManus: We're good.
Connor Mac Manus: Yes, we are.
[After finding a suitcase full of cash with the dead mobsters]
Murphy MacManus: The hits just keep on coming. I love our new job.
Rocco: They can suck my pathetic little dick, and I'll dip my nuts in marinara sauce just so those fat bastards can get a taste of home while they're at it.
Rocco: I killed your cat, you druggie bitch.
Donna: What? Why?
Rocco: I thought it would bring closure to our relationship.
[After Rocco shoots three men in a coffee shop]
Murphy MacManus: Kind of liberating, isn't it?
Rocco: You know, it is a bit.
Connor Mac Manus: We haven't really figured out a system to decide who.
Rocco: Me. I'm the guy. I know everyone. I know their habits, who they hang out with. I got phone numbers, addresses. I know who they're fucking, I know where they live. We could kill EVERYONE.
Murphy MacManus: So what do you think?
Connor Mac Manus: I'm strangely comfortable with it.
Paul Smecker: Greenly, the day I want the Boston police to do my thinking for me is the day I will have a fucking tag on my toe.
Yakavetta: He's happy now, just killing us one by one. And worse, he's good at it.
[Yakavetta wants to call in Il Duce]
Augustus DiStephano: Your father and I used him three times in twenty years, only when things got totally fucked. Whenever we needed one of our own bumped off, we called this guy in. He had a thing for clipping wise guys, but only one rule: no women, no kids. Believe me, kid, you don't want this guy unless you are one hundred percent sure you need him. He's a fucking monster.
Rocco: This guy takes out a whole family -- wife, kids -- like he's ordering fucking pizza.
Paul Smecker: So you're telling me it was one guy with six guns, and he was a senior frigging citizen?
Murphy MacManus: There are many forms of evil. We urge you lesser forms of filth not to push the boundaries into true corruption, into our domain.
Murphy MacManus: Do not kill. Do not rape. Do not steal. These are principles which every man of every faith can embrace.
Connor Mac Manus: How far are we going to take this, Da?
Il Duce: The question is not how far. The question is, do you possess the constitution, the depth of faith, to go as far as is needed?
Connor Mac Manus: It's the real deal, Roc. Evil man, dead man.
[After Rocco fondles an unconscious woman's breast]
Connor Mac Manus: What the fuck are you doing?
Rocco: I'll tip her.
Murphy MacManus: We're sorta like 7-11. We're not always doin' business, but we're always open.
Connor Mac Manus: That was nicely put.
Yakavetta: The 90's are killing me. I shouldn't have done that. You're not supposed to tell a guy you're gonna kill him no more. I got to tiptoe through the tulips with these assholes. Taking all the fun out of the job.
Il Duce: Never shall innocent blood be shed, yet the blood of the wicked shall flow like a river. The Three shall spread their blackened wings and be the vengeful striking hammer of God.
[After Rocco gets his finger shot off]
Rocco: Feels like it's still there.
Connor Mac Manus: Yeah, well it's not.
[Conner and Murphy always pray over their victims]
Connor & Murphy: And shepherds we shall be, for thee my Lord for thee, Power hath descended forth from thy hand, that our feet may swiftly carry out thy command, we shall flow a river forth to thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be. In nomine patris, et filii...
[they cock their guns]
Connor & Murphy: ...et spiritus sancti.
[blam]
Paul Smecker: Television is the explanation for this. You see this in bad television. Little assault guys creeping through the vents, coming in through the ceiling--that James Bond shit never happens in real life, professionals don't do that.
Doc: Why don't you make like a tree, and get the fuck outta here?
Rocco: Shut your fat ass Rayvie. I can't buy a pack of smokes without running into nine guys you fucked.
Paul Smecker: So Duffy, have any theories to go with that tie?
Connor MacManus: Jesus. He brought a six-shooter.
Murphy MacManus: There's nine bodies, genius.
Connor MacManus: What the fuck were you going to do, laugh the last three to death, Funny-Man?
Connor MacManus: These decent men with loving families, they go home every day after work, and turn on the news and you know what they see? They see rapists and murderers and child molestors and they're all getting' out of jail.
Murphy MacManus: "Mafiosos," getting' caught with 20 kilos, getting' out on bail. Same fucking day.
Connor MacManus: And everyone, everywhere thinks the same thing: that someone should just go kill those mother fuckers.
Murphy MacManus: Kill 'em all. Admit it, even you've thought about it.
Paul Smecker: There was a FIRE FIGHT.
Rocco: Fucking... What the fuck. Who the fuck fucked this fucking... How did you two fucking fucks... FUCK.
Connor MacManus: Well, that certainly illustrates the diversity of the word.
[During job training for Rosengurtie Baumgartener, an avid feminist]
Connor MacManus: The rule of thumb here is...
Rosengurtie: Rule of thumb? Wait, rule of thumb? In the early 1900s it was legal for men to beat their wives, so long as they used a stick no wider than their thumb.
Connor MacManus: Well, can't do much damage with that then can ya? Maybe it should have been a rule of wrist.
The Priest: Would they ever harm an innocent person for any reason?
[of Rocco who's holding him gun point]
Paul Smecker: No, they would never do that.
[beat]
Paul Smecker: Well, the Two Irish guys wouldn't, the Italian guy, he might but he's kind of an idiot.
Paul Smecker: Good shooting, shitty shooting.
[While drunk in the confession booth]
Paul Smecker: I put evil men behind bars, but the law has miles of red tape and loopholes for these cocksuckers to slip through.
[After Rocco enters the bar]
Rocco: Hey fuck-ass, gimme a beer.
Paul Smecker: Just pour the drink, you fairy fuck.
[After Smecker gets a phone call in bed with his gay lover]
Smecker: What are you doing?
Hojo: I just wanted to cuddle.
Smecker: Cuddle? What a fag.
[After Smecker gets a phone call in bed with his gay lover]
Paul Smecker: What're you doing?
Hojo: I just wanted to cuddle.
Paul Smecker: Cuddle. What a fag.
Connor McManus: Destroy all that which is evil.
Murphy McManus: So that which is good may flourish.
[After Rocco accidentally turns a cat into a splatter on the wall]
Murphy: I can't believe that just fucking happened!
Rocco: Is it dead?
Detective Dolly: [sarcastically] So, what's the symbology of all this?
Paul Smecker: "Symbology?" Well, now that Duffy's relinquished his King Bonehead crown, I see we have a new heir to the throne. The word I believe you're looking for is "symbolism".
[when his stuttering gets out of control]
Doc: FUCK. ASS.
[to dead body at investigation scene]
Greenly: Where you goin'? No where.
Connor MacManus: Now Roc... are you sure that you're obee-kaybee?
[After being pulled into a hotel suite with nine dead Russian mobsters that the MacManus brothers just killed. To the masked, unrecognizable MacManus brothers]
Rocco: Boy, you guys sure did a good job. Ah shit, you guys are good huh? Cool masks. Where'd you get 'em?
[To a trio of Russian mobsters threatening them in an Irish bar on St. Patrick's Day]
Rocco: Hey Boris, what would you do if I told you your Pinko Commie mother sucked so much dick, her face looked like an egg?
Detective Duffy: They came for the fag-man.
Paul Smecker: What?
[awkward pause]
Detective Duffy: They came for the fat man.
Paul Smecker: Well, well. Freud was right.
[to a woman in the court room before they kill Yakavetta]
Il Duce: You must watch, dear. It'll all be over soon.
[after Rocco accidently kills his girlfriend's cat]
Connor MacManus: Donna's gonna be angry about her cat.
Rocco: Fuck, she's on every drug known to man. She'd have sold the thing for a dime-bag. Screw her.
Rocco: I do kinda feel like an asshole, though.
Connor MacManus: Yeah, Roc, you sound real remorseful there.
[Rocco has killed Donna's cat]
Donna: You killed my... my...
Rocco: [putting a gun to his head] Your what? I'll shoot myself in the head if you can tell me that fucking cat's name! Your what? Your precious, little...
Donna: Skippy! Skippy!
Rocco: Aw, Jesus! What color was it, bitch?
Detective Greenly: What if it was one guy with six guns?
Paul Smecker: Why don't you let me do the thinking, huh genius?
Detective Greenly: I ain't getting him no fucking bagel.
Paul Smecker: Why don't you get me a cup of coffee?
Detective Greenly: Who the hell is this...?
Paul Smecker: Cafe latte.
Detective Greenly: What the fuck...?
Paul Smecker: Twist of lemon.
Detective Greenly: Chief, what the fuck is this?
Paul Smecker: Sweet 'N' Low.
[after proving Greenly wrong yet again]
Paul Smecker: Hey Greenly? Onion bagel, cream cheese.
Murphy MacManus: Yeah, it's St. Patty's Day, everyone's Irish tonight. Why don't you just pull up a stool and have a drink with us?
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Murphy MacManus: You and your fucking rope.
[two brothers up in shafts trying to find job and getting a bit-uncomfortable]
Murphy MacManus: Where the fuck are you going?
Connor Mac Manus: shh. I'm trying to figure some shit out so keep your shut.
Murphy MacManus: Ahh, fuck you. I'm sweatin' my ass off carrying around your stupid fuckin rope. Must weigh 30 lbs...
Connor Mac Manus: Shut up.
[hits him on the head with flashlight. Murphy pushes him-the two begin to wrestle in the vent. They feel it start to fall]
Connor Mac Manus: Jesus Fucking Christ.
Murphy MacManus: Oh, shit.
Monsignor: We must always fear the wicked. But there is another kind of evil that we must fear the most, and that is the indifference of good men.
Connor Mac Manus: I do believe the monsignor's finally got the point.
Murphy MacManus: Aye.
Doc: You know what they say: People in glass houses sink sh... sh... sh... ships.
Rocco: I got to buy you a proverb book or something, because this mix 'n' match shit's got to go.
Doc: What?
Connor MacManus: Well, a penny saved is worth two in the bush, is'nt it?
Murphy MacManus: And don't cross the road if you can't get out of the kitchen.
[A Russian gangster comes into the bar]
Murphy MacManus: So you're Chekov, huh? Well, this here's McCoy. Find a Spock, we got us an away team.
Paul Smecker: Brilliant. So now we got a Huge Guy theory and a Serial Crusher theory.
[After Smecker proves the Boston detectives wrong]
Paul Smecker: We'll start the ass-kissing with you.
Paul Smecker: That's all we need: some sensational story making these boys out to be superheroes triumphing over evil.
Il Duce: And no man shall shed blood, but by man shall his blood be shed.
Connor Mac Manus: Now you will receive us.
Murphy MacManus: We do not ask for your poor, or your hungry.
Connor Mac Manus: We do not want your tired and sick.
Murphy MacManus: It is your corrupt we claim.
Connor Mac Manus: It is your evil that will be sought by us.
Murphy MacManus: With every breath, we shall hunt them down.
Connor Mac Manus: Each day we will spill their blood, 'til it rains down from the skies.
Murphy MacManus: Do not kill. Do not rape. Do not steal. These are principles which every man of every faith can embrace.
Connor Mac Manus: These are not polite suggestions, these are codes of behavior, and those of you that ignore them will pay the dearest cost.
Murphy MacManus: There are varying degrees of evil. We urge you lesser forms of filth, not to push the bounds and cross over, in to true corruption, into our domain.
Connor Mac Manus: For if you do, one day you will look behind you and you will see we three, and on that day you will reap it.
Murphy MacManus: And we will send you to whatever god you wish.
Yakavetta: I'm having a shitty day. I'm depressed. Tell me a funny joke.
Rocco: Uh, OK. There's these three guys walking on the beach, a spic, a white guy, and a black guy.
Yakavetta: Nigger.
Rocco: Yeah, right. So they find this pot, rub it, and a genie comes out. The genie says you can wish for whatever you want. So he asks the Mexican what he wants, and he says "I want all my people in America to be happy and free, and in Mexico." So the genie goes poof. It's done. Then he says to the black guy...
Vincenzo Lipazzi: Nigger.
Rocco: Yeah, right, he says to the nigger "What do you want?" And the nigger says "I want all my nigger brothers to be back in Africa, and happy and free and everything." So the genie goes poof. And they're all back in Africa. So... I'm not funny today, really, this joke sucks, I know...
Yakavetta: Continue the joke.
Rocco: Uh, so he says to the white guy, "What's your one wish?" And the white guy says, "Wait, you mean to tell me that all the spics and niggers are out of America?" The genie goes yeah, and the white guy says, uh, "I'll have a Coke, then."
[Picking out weapons and gear]
Connor Mac Manus: You know what we need? Some rope.
Murphy MacManus: What are you, insane?
Connor Mac Manus: No, I'm serious. Charlie Bronson's always got a rope. In the movies, they've always got rope and they always end up using it.
Murphy MacManus: That's stupid. Name one fucking thing you're gonna need a rope for.
Connor Mac Manus: It's not what they need it for, they just always need it.
Murphy MacManus: What's this "they" shit? This isn't a movie.
[Murphy picks up a huge commando knife]
Connor Mac Manus: Oh, is that right, Rambo?
Murphy MacManus: All right, get your stupid fucking rope.
Paul Smecker: You know, you Irish cops are perking up. That's two sound theories in one day, neither of which deal with abnormally sized men. Kind of makes me feel like Riverdancing.
[After dropping through the ceiling on a rope and killing nine mobsters]
Connor Mac Manus: Well, "name one thing you're gonna need this stupid fucking rope for".
Murphy MacManus: That was way easier than I thought it would be.
Connor Mac Manus: Aye.
Murphy MacManus: On TV you always have that guy that jumps over the sofa...
Connor Mac Manus: And then you've got to shoot at him for ten fucking minutes.
Murphy MacManus: We're good.
Connor Mac Manus: Yes, we are.
[After finding a suitcase full of cash with the dead mobsters]
Murphy MacManus: The hits just keep on coming. I love our new job.
Rocco: They can suck my pathetic little dick, and I'll dip my nuts in marinara sauce just so those fat bastards can get a taste of home while they're at it.
Rocco: I killed your cat, you druggie bitch.
Donna: What? Why?
Rocco: I thought it would bring closure to our relationship.
[After Rocco shoots three men in a coffee shop]
Murphy MacManus: Kind of liberating, isn't it?
Rocco: You know, it is a bit.
Connor Mac Manus: We haven't really figured out a system to decide who.
Rocco: Me. I'm the guy. I know everyone. I know their habits, who they hang out with. I got phone numbers, addresses. I know who they're fucking, I know where they live. We could kill EVERYONE.
Murphy MacManus: So what do you think?
Connor Mac Manus: I'm strangely comfortable with it.
Paul Smecker: Greenly, the day I want the Boston police to do my thinking for me is the day I will have a fucking tag on my toe.
Yakavetta: He's happy now, just killing us one by one. And worse, he's good at it.
[Yakavetta wants to call in Il Duce]
Augustus DiStephano: Your father and I used him three times in twenty years, only when things got totally fucked. Whenever we needed one of our own bumped off, we called this guy in. He had a thing for clipping wise guys, but only one rule: no women, no kids. Believe me, kid, you don't want this guy unless you are one hundred percent sure you need him. He's a fucking monster.
Rocco: This guy takes out a whole family -- wife, kids -- like he's ordering fucking pizza.
Paul Smecker: So you're telling me it was one guy with six guns, and he was a senior frigging citizen?
Murphy MacManus: There are many forms of evil. We urge you lesser forms of filth not to push the boundaries into true corruption, into our domain.
Murphy MacManus: Do not kill. Do not rape. Do not steal. These are principles which every man of every faith can embrace.
Connor Mac Manus: How far are we going to take this, Da?
Il Duce: The question is not how far. The question is, do you possess the constitution, the depth of faith, to go as far as is needed?
Connor Mac Manus: It's the real deal, Roc. Evil man, dead man.
[After Rocco fondles an unconscious woman's breast]
Connor Mac Manus: What the fuck are you doing?
Rocco: I'll tip her.
Murphy MacManus: We're sorta like 7-11. We're not always doin' business, but we're always open.
Connor Mac Manus: That was nicely put.
Yakavetta: The 90's are killing me. I shouldn't have done that. You're not supposed to tell a guy you're gonna kill him no more. I got to tiptoe through the tulips with these assholes. Taking all the fun out of the job.
Il Duce: Never shall innocent blood be shed, yet the blood of the wicked shall flow like a river. The Three shall spread their blackened wings and be the vengeful striking hammer of God.
[After Rocco gets his finger shot off]
Rocco: Feels like it's still there.
Connor Mac Manus: Yeah, well it's not.
[Conner and Murphy always pray over their victims]
Connor & Murphy: And shepherds we shall be, for thee my Lord for thee, Power hath descended forth from thy hand, that our feet may swiftly carry out thy command, we shall flow a river forth to thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be. In nomine patris, et filii...
[they cock their guns]
Connor & Murphy: ...et spiritus sancti.
[blam]
Paul Smecker: Television is the explanation for this. You see this in bad television. Little assault guys creeping through the vents, coming in through the ceiling--that James Bond shit never happens in real life, professionals don't do that.
Doc: Why don't you make like a tree, and get the fuck outta here?
Rocco: Shut your fat ass Rayvie. I can't buy a pack of smokes without running into nine guys you fucked.
Paul Smecker: So Duffy, have any theories to go with that tie?
Connor MacManus: Jesus. He brought a six-shooter.
Murphy MacManus: There's nine bodies, genius.
Connor MacManus: What the fuck were you going to do, laugh the last three to death, Funny-Man?
Connor MacManus: These decent men with loving families, they go home every day after work, and turn on the news and you know what they see? They see rapists and murderers and child molestors and they're all getting' out of jail.
Murphy MacManus: "Mafiosos," getting' caught with 20 kilos, getting' out on bail. Same fucking day.
Connor MacManus: And everyone, everywhere thinks the same thing: that someone should just go kill those mother fuckers.
Murphy MacManus: Kill 'em all. Admit it, even you've thought about it.
Paul Smecker: There was a FIRE FIGHT.
Rocco: Fucking... What the fuck. Who the fuck fucked this fucking... How did you two fucking fucks... FUCK.
Connor MacManus: Well, that certainly illustrates the diversity of the word.
[During job training for Rosengurtie Baumgartener, an avid feminist]
Connor MacManus: The rule of thumb here is...
Rosengurtie: Rule of thumb? Wait, rule of thumb? In the early 1900s it was legal for men to beat their wives, so long as they used a stick no wider than their thumb.
Connor MacManus: Well, can't do much damage with that then can ya? Maybe it should have been a rule of wrist.
The Priest: Would they ever harm an innocent person for any reason?
[of Rocco who's holding him gun point]
Paul Smecker: No, they would never do that.
[beat]
Paul Smecker: Well, the Two Irish guys wouldn't, the Italian guy, he might but he's kind of an idiot.
Paul Smecker: Good shooting, shitty shooting.
[While drunk in the confession booth]
Paul Smecker: I put evil men behind bars, but the law has miles of red tape and loopholes for these cocksuckers to slip through.
[After Rocco enters the bar]
Rocco: Hey fuck-ass, gimme a beer.
Paul Smecker: Just pour the drink, you fairy fuck.
[After Smecker gets a phone call in bed with his gay lover]
Smecker: What are you doing?
Hojo: I just wanted to cuddle.
Smecker: Cuddle? What a fag.
[After Smecker gets a phone call in bed with his gay lover]
Paul Smecker: What're you doing?
Hojo: I just wanted to cuddle.
Paul Smecker: Cuddle. What a fag.
Connor McManus: Destroy all that which is evil.
Murphy McManus: So that which is good may flourish.
[After Rocco accidentally turns a cat into a splatter on the wall]
Murphy: I can't believe that just fucking happened!
Rocco: Is it dead?
Detective Dolly: [sarcastically] So, what's the symbology of all this?
Paul Smecker: "Symbology?" Well, now that Duffy's relinquished his King Bonehead crown, I see we have a new heir to the throne. The word I believe you're looking for is "symbolism".
[when his stuttering gets out of control]
Doc: FUCK. ASS.
[to dead body at investigation scene]
Greenly: Where you goin'? No where.
Connor MacManus: Now Roc... are you sure that you're obee-kaybee?
[After being pulled into a hotel suite with nine dead Russian mobsters that the MacManus brothers just killed. To the masked, unrecognizable MacManus brothers]
Rocco: Boy, you guys sure did a good job. Ah shit, you guys are good huh? Cool masks. Where'd you get 'em?
[To a trio of Russian mobsters threatening them in an Irish bar on St. Patrick's Day]
Rocco: Hey Boris, what would you do if I told you your Pinko Commie mother sucked so much dick, her face looked like an egg?
Detective Duffy: They came for the fag-man.
Paul Smecker: What?
[awkward pause]
Detective Duffy: They came for the fat man.
Paul Smecker: Well, well. Freud was right.
[to a woman in the court room before they kill Yakavetta]
Il Duce: You must watch, dear. It'll all be over soon.
[after Rocco accidently kills his girlfriend's cat]
Connor MacManus: Donna's gonna be angry about her cat.
Rocco: Fuck, she's on every drug known to man. She'd have sold the thing for a dime-bag. Screw her.
Rocco: I do kinda feel like an asshole, though.
Connor MacManus: Yeah, Roc, you sound real remorseful there.
[Rocco has killed Donna's cat]
Donna: You killed my... my...
Rocco: [putting a gun to his head] Your what? I'll shoot myself in the head if you can tell me that fucking cat's name! Your what? Your precious, little...
Donna: Skippy! Skippy!
Rocco: Aw, Jesus! What color was it, bitch?
Detective Greenly: What if it was one guy with six guns?
Paul Smecker: Why don't you let me do the thinking, huh genius?
Detective Greenly: I ain't getting him no fucking bagel.
Paul Smecker: Why don't you get me a cup of coffee?
Detective Greenly: Who the hell is this...?
Paul Smecker: Cafe latte.
Detective Greenly: What the fuck...?
Paul Smecker: Twist of lemon.
Detective Greenly: Chief, what the fuck is this?
Paul Smecker: Sweet 'N' Low.
[after proving Greenly wrong yet again]
Paul Smecker: Hey Greenly? Onion bagel, cream cheese.
Murphy MacManus: Yeah, it's St. Patty's Day, everyone's Irish tonight. Why don't you just pull up a stool and have a drink with us?
if like irish guys who cuss and kick the shit outta people, AND people who have terret's AND vigilantes, then you'll love this movie
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