Other Titles • 25th Hour • The 25th Hour (2002) • 25 Stunden (2003)
Quotes from 25th Hour (2002)
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[Monty standing in the men's bathroom talking to himself in the mirror] Monty Brogan: 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 Hasidim, 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 Gecko 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! Worldcom! 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 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 Hermes 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 fives 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 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 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-fueled fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass!
(141 votes)
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Monty Brogan: Champagne for my real friends, and real pain for my sham friends.
(63 votes)
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Phelan: Uh, what's the big deal with the unemployment number anyway? Frank Slaughtery: Fellan... Phelan: It's, uh, Phelan. Frank Slaughtery: Whatever. Look... More jobs means fewer people looking for work. Means it's harder to find good people to fill those jobs. Means you gotta raise wages to get them. Means inflation goes up. You got it? Phelan: Yeah. Frank Slaughtery: No, I didn't think so. That's why I'm doing what I'm doing and you're handing out junk mail.
(54 votes)
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[Imagining an alternate ending for Monty] James Brogan: And maybe one day, years from now, long after I'm dead and gone, reunited with your dear mother, you gather your whole family together and tell them the truth, who you are, where you come from. You tell them the whole story. And then you ask them if they know how lucky they are to be there.
(53 votes)
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Frank Slaughtery: You know, you're wearing a striped shirt with a striped tie, you know that, right? Phelan: Yeah, I do it for the ladies. Frank Slaughtery: Oh - the ladies ever tell you that you look like a fucking optical illusion?
(45 votes)
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Agent Flood: Shit, Mr. Brogan; I do believe you're fucked... royally.
(3 votes)
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Naturelle Riviera: One minute ago, you were my friend. Are you drunk? Tell me you've been drinking too much. You're fucking drunk Frank Slaughtery: I'm Irish. I can't get drunk, all right? I know exactly what I'm saying.
(3 votes)
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Monty Brogan: I need you to make me ugly.
(5 votes)
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Frank Slaughtery: Fuck the Times. I read the Post.
(2 votes)
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Uncle Nikolai: I have been in three different prisons, Montgomery. Three different countries. And you know what I learned? I learned prison is a bad place to be.
(2 votes)
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Monty Brogan: When you have your dick in his mouth, does he just keep talking? 'Cause its really annoying.
(2 votes)
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Mary D'Annunzio: I wanted to know why I got a B minus on my paper. Jakob Elinsky: You got what you earned. Mary D'Annunzio: Nobody else in that class can write! You know it! I know it! Everyone knows it! Jakob Elinsky: Don't worry. You're not competing with them. Mary D'Annunzio: Yeah. But I am. Okay. I am competing with them. When you apply for college, you might have heard of this, they look at these things called grades and if your grades aren't good enough.... Jakob Elinsky: Your grades are going to be fine. Mary D'Annunzio: Vincent Phiscalla writes a story about his grandmother dying and you give him an A plus. And meanwhile, the night of the funeral, you wanna know where Rhodes Scholar Vince is? Getting smashed at a basketball party and slapping girls asses. I mean, what is that? A charity A+? You wanna know why everybody always writes about their grandmothers dying? It's not because it's so traumatic. It's because it's a guaranteed A+! And you sit there all sentimental "Oh, Vince it was very powerful, very moving." No, it wasn't. You didn't care. Nobody cared. That's what grandmothers do. They die! Jakob Elinsky: Sometimes, guys have a hard time showing their emotions. Mary D'Annunzio: So, slapping my ass is a way of mourning his dead grandmother? Jakob Elinsky: [points to Mary's stomach] What did your mother say when you got that? Mary D'Annunzio: Um, she said, "Where did you get the money for that?" Jakob Elinsky: And? Mary D'Annunzio: What did I say or did I get the money? Jakob Elinsky: What did you say? Mary D'Annunzio: I said, "He likes me." Jakob Elinsky: Does he? Mary D'Annunzio: No. Why do you care so much? Jakob Elinsky: Just curious. Mary D'Annunzio: So, you're not gonna change the grade? Jakob Elinsky: No, I'm not going to change the grade. Mary D'Annunzio: Great! You know what, this was a big waste of my time! Jakob Elinsky: Wait!
(2 votes)
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Jakob Elinsky: What do we say to him? Frank Slaughtery: We say nothin'. The guy's going to hell for seven years, what are going do wish him luck?
(1 vote)
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Jakob Elinsky: I kissed her. Frank Slaughtery: You what? Jakob Elinsky: My student. I, I kissed her. Frank Slaughtery: Who are you trying to be... R. Kelly?
(1 vote)
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Frank Slaughtery: You know what a man should never ask in a Victoria's Secret shop, Jake? Jakob Elinsky: What? Frank Slaughtery: "Does this come in children's sizes?"
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Monty Brogan: [looking in mirror] Well fuck you too.
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Monty Brogan: No. No. Fuck you Montgomery Brogan. You had it all, and you threw it away, you dumb fuck!
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James Brogan: You're a New Yorker. That will never change. You've got New York in your bones. You can spend the rest of your life out West. But, you're still a New Yorker.
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Uncle Nikolai: I tattooed "survive" on my hand the night before I went away to prison. And I did. We do what we have to do to survive.
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James Brogan: Every man, woman and child alive should see the desert one time before they die. Nothing at all for miles around, nothing but sand and rocks and cactus and blue sky. Not a soul in sight. No sirens, no car alarms, nobody honking at you, no madman cursing or pissing on the streets. You find the silence out there. You find the peace. You can find God.
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Frank Slaughtery: Why is it that a woman walks in a room with great tits, every other woman in the joint says that she's a slut? Why is that? Naturelle Riviera: I have great tits. I'm not a slut.
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Uncle Nikolai: This is my advice to you: When you get there, figure it out who's who. Find the man nobody's protecting. A man without friends. And beat him until his eyes bleed. Let them think you are little bit crazy, but respectful, too. Respectful of the right men.
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Kostya Novotny: [as he arrives late for the party] So how can you start this party without me? Monty Brogan: Oh shut up, you fat Russian fuck! Kostya Novotny: Fat UKRANIAN fuck!
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Jakob Elinsky: What did your mother say when you got that? [points to Mary's henna tattoo] Mary D'Annunzio: This? She said, 'Where did you get the money for that?' Jakob Elinsky: And? Mary D'Annunzio: What did I say or did I get the money? Jakob Elinsky: What did you say? Mary D'Annunzio: I said 'he likes me'. Jakob Elinsky: Does he? Mary D'Annunzio: No.
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Jakob Elinsky: [about the poem] To his coy mistress. Mary D'Annunzio: Well, it's not real deep or anything. The guy wants to get laid and he's telling her to give it up.
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Monty Brogan: [Mary drinks her champagne all at once] Did you like that? Mary D'Annunzio: Yep.
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