It had to happen eventually: An enterprising, film-obsessed soul with editing software and a few dozen hours of free time has spliced together the quintessential Boston-movie supercut. And by "quintessential," of course I mean all your favorite Beantown malcontents in various states of aggressive, profane misbehavior. Wicked! And needless to say, NSFW.
How they got through this whole thing without The Boondock Saints is beyond me, but it's not lacking for the omission. Plus it's got a good beat and you can dance to it. What's not to fahkin' like?
CORRECTION: As noted by a few folks via both e-mail and comment below, The Boondock Saints is indeed represented herewith. I regret the fahkin' oversight.