25th Hour2002

Monty Brogan:
F*** my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar sipping on club sodas, selling whisky to firemen, cheering the Bronx Bombers. F*** this whole city and everyone in it. From the row-houses of 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 Slope to the split-levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage, let it burn to f***ing ash and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place. [pause] No. No, F*** you, Montgomery Brogan. You had it all, and you threw it away, you dumb f***!