From the motion picture: 25th hour.

"Yeah and fuck you too. Fuck me? Fuck you. Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it .

Fuck the panhandlers grubbing for my money and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean window of my car, get a fucking job.

Fuck the sheiks and Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs. Curry steaming out their pores stinking up my day, terrorists in 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 jiggling 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 and still no speakee English.

Fuck the Russians in Brighton beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafes sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth, wheeling and dealing and scheming, go back where you fucking came from.

Fuck the black hatted Hasidim strolling up and down 47th st in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff selling South African apartheid diamonds.

Fuck the wall st. brokers, self styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas Gordan Gecko wanna be motherfuckers, 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 fuckin' break.

Fuck the Puerto Ricans 20 to a car swelling up the welfare rolls worst fuckin' parade in the city and don’t even get me started on the Dominicans because 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 Hermes scarves and their Balducci artichokes, overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched all taut and shiny you're not fooling anyone sweetheart.

Fuck the uptown brothers, they never pass the ball, they don’t wanna play defensive, they take five steps on every lay up to the hoop and then they wanna turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended 137 years ago, move the fuck on.

Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their forty-one shots, standing behind the 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 JC he got off easy. A day on the cross, A weekend in hell and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity. Try 7 years in fuckin' Otisville J.

Fuck Osama Bin Laden, al quaeda and backward ass cave dwelling fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names innocent thousands murdered I pray that you spend the rest of eternity with your 72 whores roasting in a jet fuel firing 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 Natuaralle Rivera, I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back, sold me up the river, fuckin' bitch.

Fuck my father with his endless grief standing behind that bar, sipping on club soda, selling whiskey to fireman and cheering the Bronx bombers.

Fuck this whole city and everyone in it, from the roadhouses 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 Parkslo to the split levels in Statten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it. Let the fires rage, let it burn to fuckin' ash and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat infested place.

No, no, fuck you Montgomery Brody you had it all and you threw it away you dumb Fuck!."