Boondocks Saints Quotes Novels & Stories

"Well, come on, Luca Brasi, I have to go pack." "Would you stop with the Godfather shit already?" "Whatever you say, Santino, say bye to the happy hooker, and let's be out." Oh yeah, this had shit storm written all over it.

"Don't talk to Harper that way, or I will personally end your life." Harper noticed that plants were growing around Saint's feet. He was ready to fight, and nature was on his side. "Don't fight each other, not yet!" Jack suddenly exclaimed. He was walking up to the group, still injured but somewhat healed. "Saint, you might want to listen to Liam before killing him." Saint lifted an eyebrow. He was three seconds away from choking Liam with his bare hands. Yet her parted his lips. "Why?" Harper glared at Liam. "Yeah, why shouldn't we end this swine?"

I heard Saint's voice echo in my ear, laced with concern. A pall of quiet descends upon us, broken only by the faint moans of anguish that prick at my ears. I brace myself for the inevitable suggestion from Saint, but no amount of mental preparation could have steeled me for what he proposed next. "Get a puppy," he advises, as if this was a perfectly rational thing to say in the midst of my crisis. "It's what some of my guys do for emotional support. They can help you cope with whatever you're going through."

"Okay come let's sort it out now. The earlier the better." He concluded. "Great." I smiled and sat close to him on the bed. "I ain't no saint amore." Emily. Yeah, no one is a saint. We are all sinners, so what the hell is he saying? "We are ain't Saint Pablo. You're a sinner, I am a sinner, so whatcha sayin?"

Darkness is creeping in at the edge of my consciousness. “Let me take the reins, Bronx,” I hear Saint say. “Not yet. I got it.” “Listen, dummy. You don’t get it. Let me take over before you fucking pass out and our mate has to stop healing us,” he snarls at me, “I’m tapping in.”

But claiming him didn’t erase the pull. One night, we were walking back from the market, bags heavy with fruit and bread, when a group of teenagers blocked the sidewalk. Their voices were too loud, their laughter sharp. One of them called out, “Hey, Saint. You forget us already?” I froze. Saint didn’t even flinch. He shifted the bag higher on his arm and kept walking, his hand tightening on mine as if daring me to stop. The boys laughed harder, muttered words I couldn’t catch, and I felt heat crawl up my neck. My heart pounded, my stomach churned, but I forced myself to keep moving.

"I'm ready to go with you, please." "Jesus, fuck. Stay with me, Brae. Just fucking stay with me." Saint's angry tone filled the container as blood dripped onto my bare, bloodied feet.

The Irishman looked around, his face still reflecting his amazement at listening to Louis's speech, short and yet stirring. “Saint?” he asked, frowning as he saw the look on his brother’s face. And then, concerned, he snarled, “ For the sake of Sweet Jaysus, spit it out, Saint!” St Just sighed. “It’s our Pet.”

Maybe saints didn’t live in statues, but in stubborn girls who sang lullabies to their own shadows. Thunder growled in the distance, the Saints’ answer to my retreat. But this time, the storm felt different—not an end, but a beginning. ******

His face was filled with hatred as he said, “When Dad was nearly beaten to death, it took so much effort for us to finally track down the Medical Saint of Hell’s Gate. "We begged the Medical Saint to save his life, but he refused to save Dad and even said that Dad was a pirate who deserved to die… “It’s only right for us to seek revenge for Dad. We’ll kill him even if it takes all four of our lives.” Bane said, “But we’ve only just arrived at South River City, and we don’t know anyone here. It’s best that we size up the situation first before finding an opportunity to get him.” … Chase entered Norris Villa with Quinn and once again met Charles, who was lying sick in bed.