Yes, that's right...this wiki is dedicated to
THE BOONDOCK SAINTS
Willem Dafoe as
... Paul Smecker
Sean Patrick Flanery as
... Connor MacManus
Norman Reedus as
... Murphy MacManus
]- Owner of wiki, B.S. obsessive
If you've never seen the movie, I would suggest that you do.
If you have seen the movie, than you know why I'm so obsessed with it. I mean...jeez.
If you wish to add more to the wiki to make it more interesting and such, and by all means feel free, you don't have to ask, the password to edit this page is the word 'wishing'.
I don't personally wish I was Irish because of this movie...because I'm fortunate enough to already BE Irish! *squee*! But seriously, with the title of the wiki and everything (boondock saints made me wish I was Irish), you don't really have to wish you were Irish. I was just trying to make a point on how good the movie was.
Favorite Movie Quotes Dictate your favorite parts from the movie here!
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 till it rains down from the skies.
Murphy: Do not kill, do not rape, do not steal, these are principles that 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, into 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.
Paul Smecker: You know, you Irish cops are perking up. That's two sound theories in one day, neither of which deal with abnormally sized men. Kind of makes me feel like River dancing.
Rocco: Fucking... What the fuck. Who the fuck fucked this fucking... How did you two fucking fucks...
Connor: Well, that certainly illustrates the diversity of the word.
Detective Dolly: So what's the symbology there?
Paul Smecker: Well, now that Duffy has relinquished his "King Bonehead" crown I see we have an heir to the throne! I believe the word you were looking for is "symbolism." What is the ssss-himbolism.
[*after Rocco accidentally turns a cat into a splatter on the wall*]
Murphy: I can't believe that just fucking happened!
Rocco: Is it dead?
Paul Smecker: [*Agent Smecker walks up to the first crime scene, where Chekov and his partner lay dead*] Brilliant. So now we got a huge guy theory, and a serial crusher theory. Top notch. What's your name?
Detective Greenly: Detective Greenly. Who the fuck are you?
Paul Smecker: [*opens his coat and shows his FBI credentials*] That's who the fuck I am.
Paul Smecker: Why don't you get me a cup of coffee?
Detective Greenly: Who the hell is this...?
Paul Smecker: Cafe latte.
Detective Greenly: What the fuck...?
Paul Smecker: Twist of lemon.
Detective Greenly: Chief, what the fuck is this?
Paul Smecker: Sweet'N Low.
Paul Smecker: [*walking through the hotel room*] How many bodies, Greenly?
Detective Greenly: Eight.
[*Smecker gives him a look*]
Detective Greenly: Ah, shit! I forgot about that one! Nine! Nine?
Paul Smecker: While Greenly's out gettin' coffee, anybody else want anything?
Detective Greenly: Shit.
Detective Greenly: These guys are miles away by now, but if you want to beat your head against a wall, then here's what you're looking for: they're scared, like two little bunny rabbits. Anything in a uniform or flashing blue lights is gonna spook 'em, OK? So the only thing we can do is put a potato on a string and drag it through South Boston, "Thanks for coming out!"
[*Murphy and Connor walk into the station and Smecker sees them*]
Murphy: You'd probably have better luck with a beer.
Connor: Aye, you would.
Detective Greenly: Fuck.
Paul Smecker: Hey, Greenly. Onion bagel, cream cheese.
[*Rocco has killed Donna's cat*]
Donna: You killed my... my...
Rocco: [*putting a gun to his head*] Your what? I'll shoot myself in the head if you can tell me that fucking cat's name! Your what? Your precious, little...
Donna: Skippy! Skippy!
Rocco: Aw, Jesus! What color was it, bitch?
Connor: Okay, Roc...
[*Connor looks at him and laughs. His mask is badly put on*]
Rocco: What? You guys got masks.
Murphy: You look like Mush-mouth from Fat Albert.
[*as they keep giggling, Rocco takes his mask off*]
Rocco: Fine! Fuck it. When we're done, she can ID me. Just trying to be professional, but nooooo...
Connor: No, no, put it on.
Rocco: No, fuck it.
Connor: It looks fine. Now shut the fuck up, put it on, you look good. You look fuckin' scary, man!
[*Rocco puts his mask on, again badly*]
Connor: [*trying not to laugh*] Now Roc, are you sure that you're obee-kay-bee?
[*while interrogating the boys, Smecker is surprised that they are fluent in Russian*]
Paul Smecker: You speak any other languages?
Murphy: Oh, aye. Our mother insisted on it.
Paul Smecker: French?
Murphy: [*in French*] How do you think he figured all this out without talking to us?
Paul Smecker: Oh, that's beautiful.
Connor: [*in Italian*] I have no idea. Maybe somebody saw and talked.
Paul Smecker: What's that?
Connor: [*chuckling*] That's Italian.
Murphy: [*in German*] No way. Our neighborhood's 100% Irish. Nobody talks to cops, period.
Paul Smecker: [*not understanding*] Jawohl!
Connor: [*in Spanish*] Then I guess he's just really, really good.
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