Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. You betray our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Move the fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus-violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take five steps on every lay-up to the hoop. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart! Fuck the uptown brothers. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. 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. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Twenty to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city.

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! Worldcom! Fuck the Puerto Ricans. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gekko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! Fuck the Wall Street brokers. 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. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English? Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped-up biceps. 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. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck *me*? Fuck *you*, Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it.

25th hour full movie