Tuesday, June 28, 2011
  Bill: How old are you, Amsterdam?Amsterdam: I’m not sure, sir. I never did quite figure it.Bill: I’m forty-seven. Forty-seven years old. You know how come I stayed alive this long? Fear. A spectacle of fearsome acts. A man steals from me, I cut off his hands. If he offends me, I cut out his tongue. He rises up against me, I cut off his head, stick it on a pike. Raise it up high so all on the streets can see. That’s what preserves the order of things. Fear.- Gangs of New York. Bill the Butcher, draped in the american flag - personifying the nation? Only Scorcese would know. Love watching films the second time.

 

Bill: How old are you, Amsterdam?

Amsterdam: I’m not sure, sir. I never did quite figure it.

Bill: I’m forty-seven. Forty-seven years old. You know how come I stayed alive this long? Fear. A spectacle of fearsome acts. A man steals from me, I cut off his hands. If he offends me, I cut out his tongue. He rises up against me, I cut off his head, stick it on a pike. Raise it up high so all on the streets can see. That’s what preserves the order of things. Fear.


- Gangs of New York. 


Bill the Butcher, draped in the american flag - personifying the nation? Only Scorcese would know. 

Love watching films the second time.
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