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25th hour - Monologue

Complete the monologue of Edward Norton in the movie "25th Hour"
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fuck
you,
too.
Fuck
me?
Fuck
you,
Fuck
you
and
this
whole
city
and
everyone
in
it.
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
stinking
up
my
day.
Terrorists
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,
jingling
their
dicks
on
my
Channel
35.
Fuck
the
Korean
grocers
with
their
pyramids
of
Answer
overpriced
fruit
and
their
tulips
and
roses
wrapped
in
plastic.
Ten
years
in
the
country,
still
no
speaky
English?
Fuck
the
Russians
in
Brighton
Beach.
Mobster
thugs
sitting
in
cafés,
sipping
tea
in
little
glasses,
sugar
cubes
between
their
teeth.
Wheelin’
and
dealin’
and
schemin’.
Go
back
where
you
fucking
came
from!
Fuck
the
black-hatted
Chassidim,
strolling
up
and
down
47th
street
in
their
dirty
gabardine
with
their
dandruff.
Selling
South
African
apartheid
diamonds!
Fuck
the
Wall
Street
brokers.
Self-styled
masters
of
the
universe.
Michael
Douglas,
Gordon
Gekko
wannabe
mother
fuckers,
figuring
out
new
ways
to
rob
hard
working
people
blind.
Send
those
Enron
assholes
to
jail
for
FUCKING
LIFE!
You
think
Bush
Answer
and
Cheney
didn’t
know
about
that
shit?
Give
me
a
fucking
break!
Tyco!
Worldcom!
Fuck
the
Puerto
Ricans.
Twenty
to
a
car,
swelling
up
the
welfare
rolls,
worst
fuckin’
parade
in
the
city.
And
don’t
even
get
me
started
on
the
Dom-in-i-cans,
’cause
they
make
the
Puerto
Ricans
look
good.
Fuck
the
Bensonhurst
Italians
with
their
pomaded
hair,
their
nylon
warm-up
suits,
their
St.
Anthony
medallions,
swinging
their
Jason
Giambi
Louisville
Slugger
baseball
bats,
trying
to
audition
for
« The
Sopranos. »
Fuck
the
Upper
East
Side
wives
with
their
Hermès
scarves
and
their
fifty-dollar
Balducci
artichokes.
Overfed
faces
getting
pulled
and
lifted
and
stretched,
all
taut
and
shiny.
You’re
not
fooling
anybody,
sweetheart!
Fuck
Answer
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
then
they
want
to
turn
around
and
blame
everything
on
the
white
man.
Slavery
ended
one
hundred
and
thirty
seven
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
the
church
that
protects
them,
delivering
us
into
evil.
And
while
you’re
at
it,
fuck
J.C.!
He
got
off
easy!
A
day
on
the
cross,
a
Answer
weekend
in
hell,
and
all
the
hallelujahs
of
the
legioned
angels
for
eternity!
Try
seven
years
in
fuckin’
Otisville,
J.!
Fuck
Osama
Bin
Laden,
al-Qaeda,
and
backward-ass
cave-dwelling
fundamentalist
assholes
everywhere.
On
the
names
of
innocent
thousands
murdered,
I
pray
you
spend
the
rest
of
eternity
with
your
seventy-two
whores
roasting
in
a
jet-fuel
fire
in
hell.
You
towel-headed
camel
jockeys
can
kiss
my
royal
Irish
ass!
Fuck
Jacob
Elinsky.
Whining
malcontent.
Fuck
Francis
Xavier
Slaughtery
my
best
friend,
judging
me
while
he
stares
at
my
girlfriend’s
ass.
Fuck
Naturelle
Riviera,
I
gave
her
my
trust
and
she
stabbed
me
in
the
back,
sold
me
up
the
river,
fucking
bitch.
Fuck
my
father
Answer
with
his
endless
grief,
standing
behind
that
bar
sipping
on
club
sodas,
selling
whisky
to
firemen,
and
cheering
the
Bronx
Bombers.
Fuck
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
fucking
ash
and
then
let
the
waters
rise
and
submerge
this
whole
rat-infested
place.
No,
fuck
you,
Montgomery
Brogan.
You
had
it
all,
and
you
threw
it
away,
you
dumb
fuck!
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