[as an anti-draft riot takes place] Boss Tweed: Sweet Jesus, war does terrible things to people.
Gangs of New YorkAmsterdam Vallon: [the failed assassin is dying] I think he's making his peace with God.
Gangs of New YorkLaughing Guard: That's the trouble with ya New York dope fiends. Ya got a rotten attitude.
Requiem for a DreamCaden Cotard: I wish we had this when we were young. And all those years in between.
Synecdoche, New York