All right, I’m coming out. Any man I see out there, I’m gonna shoot him. Any sumbitch takes a shot at me, I’m not only gonna kill him, but I’m gonna kill his wife, all his friends, and burn his damn house down.
Lighten up, Francis.
One little murder and I’m Jack the Ripper!
And it was three goddamn years ago. Little fucker had thrown all my papers all over the floor, all I tried to do, was pull him up.
At the end of the day you’re another day colder, and the shirt on your back doesn’t keep out the chill. And the righteous hurry past. They don’t hear the little ones crying. And the plague is coming on fast, ready to kill. One day nearer to dying.
I found the cure for the fucking plague of the twentieth century and now I’ve lost it. Haven’t you ever lost anything doctor Bronx? Your purse? Your car keys? Well, it’s rather like that: Now you have it and now you don’t.
Yeah, but… dude, where’s my car?
London. You know, fish, chips, cup o’ tea, bad food, worse weather, Mary fucking Poppins, LONDON !
There’s a hole in this world like a great black pit, and the vermin of the world inhabit it, and its morals aren’t worth what a pig could spit, and it goes by the name of “London”. At the top of the hole sit the privileged few, making mock of the vermin in the lonely zoo, turning beauty to filth and greed…
I, too, have sailed the world and seen its wonders, for the cruelty of man is as wondrous as Peru. But there’s NO PLACE LIKE LONDON!
You want a job? I got a job for you. Fix up this pigsty! You get a pretty Goddammed good salary for testing out this bed all day! You want an extra fifty dollars a week, try vacuuming! You want an extra hundred, make this Goddammed bed! Try opening some Goddammed windows! That’s why you can’t stand up in here, the Goddammed place smells like a coffin!
Oh, you poor thing… you poor thing… wait. See? When they come for the little girl, I hid 'em. I thought, "Who knows? Maybe the poor silly blighter will be back again someday and need 'em. Cracked in the head, wasn’t I? Times as bad as they are I maybe could’ve gotten five, ten quid for 'em anyday. See? You can be a barber again!
Even miracles take a little time.
You’re walking away from history, Alex. History! Did Chris Columbus say he wanted to stay home? No! What if the Wright Brothers thought only birds should fly? And did Galoca think the Yulus were too ugly to save?
Look at that, gentlemen. Compared to war, all other forms of human endeavor shrink to insignificance.
And that’s why Americans have never-- and will never-- lose a war. Because the very thought of losing… is hateful to Americans.
Son of a bitch, don’t you sell America, to me! I’ve got friends over there sitting under the sand with bikinis on their heads! I used to get goose bumps every time I looked at that flag. When I was a kid, sitting alone in the room playing the radio…if they ever played the national anthem, I stood up all alone in the room. I stood up at attention. Don’t sell me America!
Would you like to buy a monkey?
Mom? Mom, is that you?
Your mom left town. She’s not lying in a coffin somewhere. Okay, okay, okay, I’m sorry. It’s-- It’s a bad analogy. But it’s just that…
Cause once you step on that bus you aint got your mama no more.
You got your brothers on the team and you got your daddy.
You know who your daddy is, don’t ya?