Bill: You. Whatever your name is... what is your name? Amsterdam Vallon: 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.
Boss Tweed: The appearance of law must be upheld, especially while it's being broken.
Boss Tweed: You killed an elected official? Bill: Who elected him? Boss Tweed: You don't know what you've done to yourself. Bill: [taps his glass eye with a knife] I know your works. You are neither cold nor hot. So because you are lukewarm, I will s...
Bill: Is this it priest, the Pope's new army, a few crusty bitches and a hand full of rag tags? Priest Vallon: Now, now, Bill, you swore this was a battle between warriors, not a bunch of miss nancies, so warriors is what I brought. [various Irish Ga...
Amsterdam Vallon: I give you my word, this all will be finished tomorrow. Jenny: No, it won't.
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 h...
Walter 'Monk' McGinn: I've got forty-four notches on my club. Do you know what they're for? They're to remind me what I owe God when I die. My father was killed in battle, too. In Ireland, in the streets, fighting those who would take as their privil...
Jenny: [after running into Johnny] Look where you are going, Johnny! [notices Amsterdam] Jenny: You look stunned and poorly, sir. [both of the men are silent and nervous] Jenny: [sarcastic] Quite a pair of conversationists, aren't you. Amsterdam Vall...
Walter 'Monk' McGinn: [Pins Amsterdam to the wall] That's it, that's it! Tear my head off and destruct the world! Just like the rest of the stupid Irish in this country! That's why I never ran with your dad! Amsterdam Vallon: Get off me you crazy bas...
Amsterdam Vallon: The earth turns, but we don't feel it more. And one night you look up. One spark and the whole sky is on fire.
Bill: On the seventh day the Lord rested, but before that he did, he squatted over the side of England and what came out of him... was Ireland. No offense son. Amsterdam Vallon: Nah, none taken, sir. I grew up here. All I ever knew of Ireland was fro...
Bill: I took the father, now I'll take the son.
[after someone speaks to him in Irish Gaelic] Boss Tweed: They don't speak English in New York any more?
Bill: This is a night for Americans!
Boss Tweed: You know why he wears short sleeves? So they can see he's got nothing stashed. I hope that never becomes the fashion.
Bill: 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...
Happy Jack: I'm paid to uphold the law. Bill: What in Heaven's name are you talking about?
Amsterdam Vallon: Is there anyone in the five points you *haven't* fucked? Jenny: Yes! *You!*
