Edward Norton (by David Benioff): 'F*ck you and this city and everyone in it', 25th Hour rant - 2003

released 10 January 2003, USA

Fuck the panhandlers grubbing for money and smiling at me behind my back
Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car, get a fucking job
Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores stinkin up my day, terrorist in fucking training, slow the fuck DOWN!
Fuck 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!
Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speakee English!
Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach mobster thugs sittin in cafes sippin tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth, wheelin’ and dealin’ and schemin’, GO BACK TO WHERE YOU FUCKIN CAME FROM!!
Fuck the black-hatted Hasidim strollin up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff, sellin South African apartheid diamonds.
Fuck the Wall Street brokers, self-styled masters of the universe, Michael Douglas-Gordon Gekko wannabe motherfuckers figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. SEND THOSE ENRON ASSHOLES TO JAIL FOR FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn’t know about that shit?? Give me a fuckin break!
Fuck the Puerto Ricans, twenty in a car swellin up the welfare rolls, paradin’ in the street, and don’t even get me started on the Dominicans, cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good.
Fuck the Benson Hurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their St. Anthony Medallions, swinggin’ their Jason Giambi Louisville Slugger baseball bats trying to audition for “The Sopranos”. Fuckin crack your fuckin head open!
Fuck the uptown brothers, they never pass the ball, they don’t want to play defense, they take five steps on every lay-up to the hoop, and they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended 137 years ago. Move the fuck on!!
Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus-violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. YOU BETRAY OUR TRUST!
Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child’s pants.
FUCK OSAMA BIN LADEN, AL-QAEDA and the backward-ass cave dwelling fundamentalist assholes everywhere! And 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 AMERICAN ASS!!
Fuck this whole city and everyone in it, let earthquakes crumble it, let the fires rage, let it burn to fucking ash and then let the waters rise and submerge those whole rat infested place.
No. Fuck you, you had it all and you threw it away, you dumbfuck. Fuck you.

Karl Malden (by Bud Schulberg) : 'It’s making love of a buck, the cushy job more important than the love of man!', On the Waterfront - 1954

Released 22 June 1954, USA

Father Barry – I came down here to keep a promise. I gave Kayo my word that if he stood up to the mob I’d stand up with him. All the way. And now Kayo Dugan is dead. He was one of those fellas who had the gift of standing up but this time they fixed him oh they fixed him for good this time. Unless it was an accident like Big Mac says. Some people think the crucifixion only took place on Calvary. Well they’d better wise up. Taking Joey Doyle’s life to stop him from testifying is a crucifixion. And dropping a sling on Kayo Dugan because he was ready to spill his guts tomorrow – that’s a crucifixion. And every time the mob puts the puts the crusher on a good man, tries to stop him from doing his duty as a citizen? It’s a crucifixion. And anybody who sits around and lets it happen, keeps silent about something he knows has happened, shares the guilt of it just as much as the roman soldier who pierced the flesh of our lord to see if he was dead. Boys this is my church! And if you don’t think Christ is down here on the waterfront you’ve got another guess coming. Every morning when the hiring boss blows his whistle Jesus stands alongside you in the shape-up. He sees why some of you get picked and some of you get passed over. He sees the family men worrying about getting the rent and getting food in the house for the wife and the kids. He sees you selling your souls to the mob for a day’s pay. What does Christ think of the easy money boys who do none of the work and take all of the gravy? And how does he feel about the fellas who wear a hundred-and-fifty dollar suits and diamond rings on your union dues and your kickback money? And how does he, who spoke up without fear against every evil, feel about your silence? You want to know what’s wrong with our waterfront? It’s the love of a lousy buck. It’s making love of a buck, the cushy job more important than the love of man! It’s forgetting that every fella down here is your brother in Christ. But remember Christ is always with you. Christ is in the shape-up, he’s in the hatch, he’s in the union hall, he’s kneeling right here beside Dugan. And he’s saying to all of you: “if you do it to the least of mine you do it to me.” And what they did to Joey and what they did to Dugan they’re doing to you. And you, you, all of you! And only you, only you with God’s help have the power to knock ‘em out for good.

(Barry turns and looks at Kayo Dugan’s body.)

Okay, Kayo?

(Barry looks up at everyone.)

Amen.