Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For Thine is the kingdom, and the power, the glory, now and forever. Amen. ~ Mackiepenny, The Boondock Saints
Now you will receive us. We do not ask for your poor or your hungry. We do not want your tired and sick. It is your corrupt we claim. It is your evil that will be sought by us. With every breath, we shall hunt them down. Each day, we will spill their blood till it rains down from the skies. Do not kill. Do not rape. Do not steal. These are principles which every man of every faith can embrace. These are not polite suggestions. These are codes of behavior, and those of you that ignore them will pay the dearest cost. There are varying degrees of evil. We urge you lesser forms of filth not to push the bounds and cross over into true corruption, into our domain. 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. And we will send you to whatever god you wish.
“Men build things; then we die. It’s in our fuckin’ DNA! That’s what we do! And when it all falls down? We build it right back up again! But this time bigger, better! Look! Look what we can do. Look how fuckin’ beautiful we are. You think the men that built all of this had it easy? Hard men… Doin’ hard shit… And that gives me a hard on! - But not in a gay way or anything. No, no, ‘course not. Yeah, goes wit'out sayin’. - I am so sick of this self-help, twelve-step, leftover, hippie generation bullshit! Now dey don’t want ye ta do anyt'in’, right? Just sit dere. Don’t drink! Don’t smoke, don’t drive fast! Kiss my ass! Fuck it! Do it all, I say. Do you think Duke Wayne spent all his time talkin’ about his feelings with a fuckin’ therapist? Dere’s no fuckin’ way he did! John Wayne died with five pounds of undigested red meat in his ass; now that’s a man! Real men hide their feelings. Why? Because it’s none of yer fuckin’ business! Men do not cry, men do not pout, men catch you in the fuckin’ jaw and say… Thanks for comin’ out.”