Favorite Quotes - Page 11

quote Edward Norton from "The 25th Hour"

*bleep* me? *bleep* you. *bleep* you and this whole city and everyone in it. *bleep* the panhandlers grubbing for money and smiling at me behind my back. *bleep* the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car, Get a *bleep*in job. *bleep* the *Seeks* and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out of their pores, stinkin' up my day. Terrorists in *bleep*ing training --SLOW THE *bleep* DOWN! *bleep* the Chelsea Boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps, going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jiggling their dicks on my Channel 35! *bleep* the Korean Grocers with their pyramids of over-priced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic, ten years in the country still 'no speaka English.' *bleep* the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafes, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and scheming, go back where you *bleep*ing came from. *bleep* the black Haddam in Hasidim strolling up and down 47th Street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff, selling South African Apartite Diamonds. *bleep* the Wall Street Brokers, self-stout masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe mother*bleep*ers figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for *bleep*ing life! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a *bleep*ing break. Tyco, Inclone, Adelphia, Worldcom. *bleep* the Puerto Ricans, twenty to a car swelling up the welfare, world's worst *bleep*in' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dumb-inicans, cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good *wink*. *bleep* the Benson Hearst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging like Jason Giambi, Louisville Slugger baseball bats, trying to audition for The Sopranos. *bleep* the Upper East Side wives with their hand made scarves, and their fifty dollar Gucci artichokes. Over-fed faces, getting pulled and lifted and stretched all taut and shiny, You're not foolin' anybody, sweetheart! *bleep* the Uptown Brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take 5 steps on every layup to the hoop, and then they wanna turn around and blame everything on the White man. Slavery ended One Hundred and Thirty Seven years ago, move the *bleep* on! *bleep* the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41-shots, standing behind the Blue Wall of Silence, You betray our trust! *bleep* the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. *bleep* the church that protects them while delivering us to evil, and while you're at it, *bleep* J.C. He got off easy, a day on the cross, a weekend in Hell, and all the hallelujahs of the leigoned angels for eternity. Try seven years in *bleep*in' Otisville, J. *bleep* Osama bin Laden, Al Quaeda, and backward-ass, cave dwelling fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your 72 whores, roasting in a Jet-Fueled fire in hell. You towel-headed Camel Jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass! *bleep* Jacob Elinski, whining, malcontent. *bleep* Francis Xavier Slaughtery, my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass. *bleep* Naturelle Rivera, I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back, sold me up the river, *bleep*in' bitch. *bleep* my father, with his endless greed, standing behind that bar, sipping on club soda, selling whiskey to firemen, and cheering the Bronx Bombers. *bleep* this whole city and everyone in it. From the row houses in Astoria to the Penthouses on Park Avenue. From the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in park to the split-levels on Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it. Let the fires rage, let it burn to *bleep*in ash, and let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat infested place. No.....No, *bleep* you Montgomery Brogan. You had it all and you threw it away, you dumb *bleep*!