Sláinte You know, he was sort of a badass though, wasn't he? Shades of Eastwood. Charlie...

Connor MacManus, Murphy MacManus: Sláinte Murphy MacManus: You know, he was sort of a badass though, wasn't he? Connor MacManus: Shades of Eastwood. Charlie Bronson. Rocco: Duke Fucking Wayne! Connor MacManus, Murphy MacManus: Duke Fucking WAYNE! Rocco: Men build things, then we die. It's in our fucking DNA! THAT'S WHAT WE DO! Murphy MacManus: And when it all falls down? Rocco: We build it right back up again. Connor MacManus: But this time bigger. BETTER! Rocco: Look! Look what we can do. Look how fuckin' beautiful we are. You think the men that built all this had it easy? Murphy MacManus: Hard men! Connor MacManus: Doing hard shit! Rocco: and that gives me a hard on... But not in a gay way or anything like that. Murphy MacManus: No, 'course not Connor MacManus: Yeah it goes without sayin' Rocco: I am so sick of all of this self help, twelve step, leftover hippie generation bullshit! Connor MacManus: Now they don't want you to do anything, right? Just sit there. Don't drink. Murphy MacManus: Don't smoke. Don't drive fast. Connor MacManus, Murphy MacManus, Rocco: Kiss my ass! Rocco: Fuck it! Do it all I say! Do you think Duke Wayne spent all of his time talking about his feelings with a fuckin' therapist? Connor MacManus: There's no fucking way he did! Rocco: John Wayne died with five pounds of undigested red meat in his ass. Now that's a man! Real men hide their feelings. Why? Connor MacManus, Murphy MacManus, Rocco: Because it's none of your fuckin' business! Rocco: Men do not cry. Men do not pout. Men jack you in the fuckin' jaw and say... Detective Greenly: Thanks for comin' out.

You know, he was sort of a bad-ass, though, wasn't he? Shades of Eastwood. Charlie Bronson. Duke fucking Wayne! Duke fucking Wayne! Duke fucking Wayne! Men build things. Then we die. It's in our fucking DNA! That's what we do! And when it all falls down... We build it right back up again. But this time bigger. Better! Look! Look what we can do. Look how fucking beautiful we are. You think the men that built all this had it easy? Hard men! Doing hard shit! And that gives me a hard-on! But not in a gay way or anything. No, no, course not. Yeah, goes without saying. I am so sick of this self-help, 12-step, leftover hippie generation bullshit! You know what the world needs now? Love. Sweet love! You know what love spelled backwards is? Kiss my ass! Now they don't want you to do anything, right? Just sit there! Don't drink... Don't smoke! Don't drive fast! Fuck it, do it all, I say! You think Duke Wayne spent all his time talking about his feelings with a fucking therapist? There's no fucking way he did! John Wayne died with five pounds of undigested red meat in his ass! Now that's a man! Real men hide their feelings. Why? Because it's none of your fucking business! Men do not cry, men do not pout, men jack you in the fucking jaw and say... Thanks for coming out. I am so sorry, boys. This was all my fault. There's a few things your dad needs to tell youse. Come on, kid, it's good for you, it's good for us. We'll take you right out the back of this place. Easy, Noah. They'll never touch you. Oh! What, are you stupid or something? Noah... Mio amico. This must... You cannot... No more of this!