Priest Vallon: Now, son, who's that? Young Amsterdam Vallon: Saint Michael. Priest Vallon: Who's that? Young Amsterdam Vallon: Saint Michael! Priest Vallon: And what did he do? Young Amsterdam Vallon: He cast Satan out of Paradise. Priest Vallon: Goo...
Amsterdam Vallon: Challenge. Bill: Challenge accepted.
Boss Tweed: You're a good one for the fighting, Bill. But you can't fight forever. Bill: I can go down doing it. Boss Tweed: And you will! Bill: What did you say? Boss Tweed: I said, you're turning your back on the future. Bill: Not our future.
Bill: Careful, Tweedy. The Mort's Frenchified.
Bill: Now that you've had a taste of my mutton, how do you like it?
Bill: He ain't earned a death! He ain't a death at my hands! No, he'll walk amongst you marked with shame, a freak worthy of Barnum's Museum of Wonders. God's only man, spared by the Butcher.
Happy Jack: Thank ye boys. You keep out of trouble now!
Shang: [Runs at the soldiers] Bastards!
Bill: Pistols? Amsterdam Vallon: No pistols. Bill: Good boy.
Amsterdam Vallon: Our name is called "The Dead Rabbits" to remind all of our suffering, and as a call to those who suffer still to join our ranks. However far they may have strayed from our common home across the sea. For with great numbers must come...
Amsterdam Vallon: Amsterdam: I've been called a lot of things, mister... but I've never been called...? McGloin: McGloin: Fiddeling bends. Amsterdam Vallon: Amsterdam: Fiddeling bends. Right. If I knew what in the hell that meant... I might be inclin...
Amsterdam Vallon: [the failed assassin is dying] I think he's making his peace with God.
Bill: Whose man are you?
Assassin: For the blood of the Irish!
Boss Tweed: We're burying a lot of votes tonight.
