† Those Irish...You Gotta Love 'Em!
Two words: Boondock Saints.
One of the best mothafuckin' movies EVER. Troy Duffy is God.
Yes, Ev and Steph, you know what I'm talking about. *grins* Jen, you bloody missed it! But you were probably unpacking, so that's okay. =) We have three whole weeks to parrrrtay!
So, yesterday night was GIRLS NIGHT IN MAH CRIB night. Yep. Lourdes' crib. You dig? 'Twas fun times, definitely. I serenaded Ev and Steph with my singing (uhhh more like "scared the shit out of"), played some tunes on the guitar, then watched... *drum roll* THE BOONDOCK SAINTS! (God, I will NEVER get tired of saying that!)
A BIG thank you to the oh-so-lovely Charlotte for telling me about this movie. Yes, me, Ev and Steph saw the movie 7 years after it was made, but hey...at least we bloody saw it, okay?! Better late than never -- that's what they always say! Anyone else know about it or has seen it? It's bloody good times, I tell ye!
Picture two scorchingly hot Irish brothers with, rightly, scorchingly hot (albeit fake) accents bent upon shooting every mother friggen' mob person in Southern Boston. That's basically the jist of the movie. And it was damn good. Daaaaaamn good.
It's funny, because there's so much damn violence in this movie, but you really don't notice it after a while. It's like. Oh. Look. 6 more people are dead. I wonder who the brothers are going to kill next? And yeah, you knew this was coming -- Connor and Murphy were just two sexy ass mofos that you really couldn't care less about the fact that they're killing people. Bad boys are sexy, no?
Anywhoo, that was my ramble about this movie. I shall end it off with some funny-ass lines from it. (Yeah, it's an extensive list, but really, this is just for my own amusement! haha):
Connor: [picking out weapons and gear] Do ya know what we need, man? Some rope.
Murphy: Absolutely. What are you, insane?
Connor: No I ain't. Charlie Bronson's always got rope.
Murphy: What?
Connor: Yeah. He's got a lot of rope strapped around him in the movies, and they always end up using it.
Murphy: You've lost it, haven't ya?
Connor: No, I'm serious.
Murphy: That's stupid. Name one thing you'd need a rope for.
Connor: You don't fuckin' know what you're gonna need it for. They just always need it.
Murphy: What's this 'they' shit? This isn't a movie.
Connor: Oh, right.
[picks up large knife out of Murphy's bag]
Connor: Is that right, Rambo?
Murphy: All right. Get your stupid fuckin' rope.
Connor: I'll get my stupid rope. I'll get it. There's a rope right there
[the two brothers are in an airshaft and getting a bit uncomfortable]
Murphy: Where the fuck are you going?
Connor: Shhh. I fucking hear some shit out here.
Murphy: Ahh, fuck you! I'm sweatin' my ass off carrying your fuckin' rope around. Must weigh thirty pounds...
Connor: Shhh. We are doing some serious shit here, now get a fucking hold of yourself!
Murphy: Oh, *fuck you*! I'm not the rope-totin' Charlie Bronson wannabe that's getting us fucking lost!
Connor: Would you fucking shut it?
[taps him on the head with his flash light, and both brothers start fighting in the air vent until it gives way]
Connor: Jesus fucking Christ!
Murphy: Oh, shit!
[the vents give way]
Connor: Now you will receive us.
Murphy: We do not ask for your poor, or your hungry.
Connor: We do not want your tired and sick.
Murphy: It is your corrupt we claim.
Connor: It is your evil that will be sought by us.
Murphy: With every breath, we shall hunt them down.
Connor: Each day we will spill their blood, 'til it rains down from the skies.
Murphy: Do not kill. Do not rape. Do not steal. These are principles which every man of every faith can embrace.
Connor: These are not polite suggestions, these are codes of behavior, and those of you that ignore them will pay the dearest cost.
Murphy: There are varying degrees of evil. We urge you lesser forms of filth, not to push the bounds and cross over, in to true corruption, into our domain.
Connor: For if you do, one day you will look behind you and you will see we three, and on that day you will reap it.
Murphy: And we will send you to whatever god you wish.
Rocco: [shouts] Fuck it! There's so much shit that pisses me off! You guys should recruit, because I'm sick and fucking tired of walking down the street, waiting for one of these crack-piping, ass-wiping, motherless lowlifes to get me!
Murphy: Hallelujah, Jaffar.
Rocco: Wait, so you're not just talking about mob guys, right? You're talking about pimps and drug dealers and all that shit, right?
Connor: Oh, yeah.
Rocco: Fuck. You guys could do this every goddamn day!
Murphy: We're sorta like 7-Eleven. We're not always doing business, but we're always open.
Connor: That is nicely put.
[Connor and Murphy always pray over their victims]
Connor, Murphy: And shepherds we shall be, for thee my Lord for thee, Power hath descended forth from thy hand, that our feet may swiftly carry out thy command, we shall flow a river forth to thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be. In nomine patris, et filii...
[they cock their guns]
Connor, Murphy: ...et spiritus sancti.
[blam]
One of the best mothafuckin' movies EVER. Troy Duffy is God.
Yes, Ev and Steph, you know what I'm talking about. *grins* Jen, you bloody missed it! But you were probably unpacking, so that's okay. =) We have three whole weeks to parrrrtay!
So, yesterday night was GIRLS NIGHT IN MAH CRIB night. Yep. Lourdes' crib. You dig? 'Twas fun times, definitely. I serenaded Ev and Steph with my singing (uhhh more like "scared the shit out of"), played some tunes on the guitar, then watched... *drum roll* THE BOONDOCK SAINTS! (God, I will NEVER get tired of saying that!)
A BIG thank you to the oh-so-lovely Charlotte for telling me about this movie. Yes, me, Ev and Steph saw the movie 7 years after it was made, but hey...at least we bloody saw it, okay?! Better late than never -- that's what they always say! Anyone else know about it or has seen it? It's bloody good times, I tell ye!
Picture two scorchingly hot Irish brothers with, rightly, scorchingly hot (albeit fake) accents bent upon shooting every mother friggen' mob person in Southern Boston. That's basically the jist of the movie. And it was damn good. Daaaaaamn good.
It's funny, because there's so much damn violence in this movie, but you really don't notice it after a while. It's like. Oh. Look. 6 more people are dead. I wonder who the brothers are going to kill next? And yeah, you knew this was coming -- Connor and Murphy were just two sexy ass mofos that you really couldn't care less about the fact that they're killing people. Bad boys are sexy, no?
Anywhoo, that was my ramble about this movie. I shall end it off with some funny-ass lines from it. (Yeah, it's an extensive list, but really, this is just for my own amusement! haha):
Connor: [picking out weapons and gear] Do ya know what we need, man? Some rope.
Murphy: Absolutely. What are you, insane?
Connor: No I ain't. Charlie Bronson's always got rope.
Murphy: What?
Connor: Yeah. He's got a lot of rope strapped around him in the movies, and they always end up using it.
Murphy: You've lost it, haven't ya?
Connor: No, I'm serious.
Murphy: That's stupid. Name one thing you'd need a rope for.
Connor: You don't fuckin' know what you're gonna need it for. They just always need it.
Murphy: What's this 'they' shit? This isn't a movie.
Connor: Oh, right.
[picks up large knife out of Murphy's bag]
Connor: Is that right, Rambo?
Murphy: All right. Get your stupid fuckin' rope.
Connor: I'll get my stupid rope. I'll get it. There's a rope right there
[the two brothers are in an airshaft and getting a bit uncomfortable]
Murphy: Where the fuck are you going?
Connor: Shhh. I fucking hear some shit out here.
Murphy: Ahh, fuck you! I'm sweatin' my ass off carrying your fuckin' rope around. Must weigh thirty pounds...
Connor: Shhh. We are doing some serious shit here, now get a fucking hold of yourself!
Murphy: Oh, *fuck you*! I'm not the rope-totin' Charlie Bronson wannabe that's getting us fucking lost!
Connor: Would you fucking shut it?
[taps him on the head with his flash light, and both brothers start fighting in the air vent until it gives way]
Connor: Jesus fucking Christ!
Murphy: Oh, shit!
[the vents give way]
Connor: Now you will receive us.
Murphy: We do not ask for your poor, or your hungry.
Connor: We do not want your tired and sick.
Murphy: It is your corrupt we claim.
Connor: It is your evil that will be sought by us.
Murphy: With every breath, we shall hunt them down.
Connor: Each day we will spill their blood, 'til it rains down from the skies.
Murphy: Do not kill. Do not rape. Do not steal. These are principles which every man of every faith can embrace.
Connor: These are not polite suggestions, these are codes of behavior, and those of you that ignore them will pay the dearest cost.
Murphy: There are varying degrees of evil. We urge you lesser forms of filth, not to push the bounds and cross over, in to true corruption, into our domain.
Connor: For if you do, one day you will look behind you and you will see we three, and on that day you will reap it.
Murphy: And we will send you to whatever god you wish.
Rocco: [shouts] Fuck it! There's so much shit that pisses me off! You guys should recruit, because I'm sick and fucking tired of walking down the street, waiting for one of these crack-piping, ass-wiping, motherless lowlifes to get me!
Murphy: Hallelujah, Jaffar.
Rocco: Wait, so you're not just talking about mob guys, right? You're talking about pimps and drug dealers and all that shit, right?
Connor: Oh, yeah.
Rocco: Fuck. You guys could do this every goddamn day!
Murphy: We're sorta like 7-Eleven. We're not always doing business, but we're always open.
Connor: That is nicely put.
[Connor and Murphy always pray over their victims]
Connor, Murphy: And shepherds we shall be, for thee my Lord for thee, Power hath descended forth from thy hand, that our feet may swiftly carry out thy command, we shall flow a river forth to thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be. In nomine patris, et filii...
[they cock their guns]
Connor, Murphy: ...et spiritus sancti.
[blam]