Montgomery Brogan(
Edward Norton) rants about
New York in a bathroom.
Spike Lee's direction and Edward Norton's acting come together to create this fantastic scene displaying
Monty's thoughts.
Warning: Explicit.
Monologue:
Yeah, 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 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 and Cheney didn't know about that shit?
Give me a fucking break! Tyco! ImClone!
Adelphia! 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 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 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 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.
[pause]
No. No, fuck you, Montgomery Brogan. You had it all, and you threw it away, you dumb fuck!
- published: 03 Feb 2014
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