Most people associate Wu Tang with Staten Island or Shaolin, but actually, I'm a native of Brooklyn. I was born in Crown Heights, raised in Bedford Stuyvesant, Brownsville, and Bushwick.
In Beverly Hills, around 3 P.M. on Bedford Drive, a strange rite occurs. All the men and women who have had facial surgery leave the their surgeons and walk up and down the street bandaged like mummies in Prada, waiting for their loved ones to pick them up.
I do think culture is an argument, and that was part of the way I was brought up. People at a social occasion in Ireland will start shouting and arguing. When the Yeats family lived in Bedford Park, they had to go round to the neighbours to say, 'You might think we are fighting, but this is the way we talk to each other.'
George Bailey: [running through Bedford Falls] Merry Christmas, movie house! Merry Christmas, Emporium! Merry Christmas, you wonderful old Building and Loan!
Ma Bailey: [speaking of Mary Hatch] Why, she lights up like a firefly whenever you are around. Besides, Sam Wainright is off in New York, and you're here in Bedford Falls...
George Bailey: And all's fair in love and war, right?
Ma Bailey: [fixing his collar] Well, I don't know about war...
Ma Bailey: Looks like she
[Ruth Dakin]
Ma Bailey: can keep Harry on his toes.
George Bailey: Keep him out of Bedford Falls anyway.
[Corporal Mitchell stops the two girls at the front mansion door]
Corporal Mitchell: Hey! Where the fuck are you going, eh? What's all the fuckin' shouting about?
Corporal Mitchell: [as Corporal Mitchell and Private Bedford see an infected chase after Private Jones] Well, don't just stand there, you sloppy cunt! Get after 'em!
