The Boondock Saints
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:04:00
Right out in public, man.
:04:03
Liberating, isn't it?
:04:05
- Let's fucking go!
- You know, it is a bit.

:04:11
Conner, stop the car!
Stop the fucking car, man!

:04:15
Vincenzo,
that fat motherfucker,
Yakavetta's right hand!

:04:19
He's the one who set me up,
then he went around telling
everybody I was as good as dead.

:04:23
Goes there every Wednesday night
10:00, jerks off on the same
titty dancer. Never misses.

:04:26
- Yeah, so?
- So? So let's kill
the motherfucker!

:04:30
I mean, what are you guys?
That's your new thing, right?

:04:33
- Yeah, well--
- Ah, what the fuck!

:04:35
I mean, who makes the cut?
Is there a raffle or something?

:04:37
To tell you the truth,
those frst ones, they just sort
of fell on to our laps.

:04:41
Well, what do you do?
:04:43
We haven't really got a system
of decidin' who, Roc. It's--

:04:48
Me! Me! I'm the guy!
:04:51
I know everyone, their habits,
who they hang out with,
who they talk to!

:04:54
I got phone numbers, addresses!
I know who they're fuckin'!

:04:57
I know where they live!
:04:59
We could kill everyone.
:05:03
So what doyou think?
:05:07
I'm strangely comfortable
with it.

:05:22
That's him.
:05:43
- Okay, Roc.
:05:48
What? You guys got masks.
:05:50
You look like Mush Mouth
from Fat Albert.

:05:53
Fine. Fuck it!
When we're done,
she can I.D. me.

:05:56
I don't care. Just trying
to be professional, but no!

:05:59
- It looks fne.
- No, fuck it.


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