Posted by: Lizabeta | March 23, 2010

Rocco’s Dream Sequence in Boondock Saints II.

I transcribed this myself, so if there are errors, please let me know. I just happen to think the dream sequence in Boondock Saints II is funny.

(Sitting at a bar having a drink. Black cat walks over the bar. Rocco pours three drinks.)
Conner: You look good Rocco.
Rocco: You two don’t.
Murphy: Our friend…
Rocco: I know… he was a big boy.
Connor: Well, if it weren’t for us, maybe the two of you would…
Rocco: Would what? Would never have stood for anything?
Murphy: What are you talking about Rock?
Rocco: I made my decision and stood next to you. And it was an honor. And I wouldn’t change that for the whole world. Not one minute of it. Now… Sláinte
The boys: Sláinte
Murphy: You know, he was sort of a badass though, wasn’t he?
Connor: Shades of Eastwood. Charlie Bronson.
Rocco: Duke Fucking Wayne!
The boys: Duke Fucking Wayne!
(Cut to rooftop on top of Boston)
Rocco: Men build things, then we die. It’s in our fucking DNA! THAT’S WHAT WE DO!
Murphy: And when it all falls down?
Rocco: We build it right back up again.
Connor: 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: HARD MEN!
Connor: Doing Hard Shit!
Rocco: And that gives me a hard on! …but not in a gay way or anything like that.
Murphy: Oh, no, ‘course not
Connor: Yeah, goes without sayin’
(Cut to a ice rink, mostly dark except for the lights on the guys)
Rocco: I am so sick of all of this self-help-12-step-leftover-hippie-generation bullshit!
Connor: Now they don’t want you to do anything, right? Just sit there. Don’t drink!
Murphy: Don’t smoke! Don’t drive fast!
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: 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?
All: 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…
(Greenly skates up in hockey gear)
Detective Greenly: Thanks for comin’ out.
(Greenly slams hockey puck into the camera lens)

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