There’s the chair. Who wants it? ... No. You ain’t got the balls. None of you. ibid. Freddie Mays to gang
The bird’s fucked. But Freddy’s still twitching. Nice to know. He tries to get up. Falls back. Hopeless. Tries again. Go on, son. No! He pulls himself along the pavement, trail of blood like a bleeding slug. Come on, Freddy! Two more yards. ibid. monologue in car
There’s something really eating at you. I can smell it a mile off. I can see it in your eyes. ibid.
[leans over balcony] Bitch. [punches glass screen] One day I’ll catch up with you. You want a war? I’ll give you a fucking war one arm tied behind me back. I’ll shoot you. Blow you to kingdom come. They’ll need a dustpan and brush to scrape you off the walls. Make mincemeat out of you. Pie and mash. Puddles of blood. I’ll leave you lying there. Garotte the lot of you. Calling me a cunt. Calling me a cunt. Calling me a cunt. You cunt. I’ll fucking kick ya. I’ll kick fuck out of to you. Kick to fuck you. Fuck you. Put your face on. I’ll fucking ... I’ll fucking ... burn ya ... ibid.
[on roof] Freddie Mays. Freddie Mays. I don’t need ya, Freddie. Who am I? I’m superman. King fucking Kong. I can pick you up and throw you a million miles. I’m Number One. Number fucking One. I’m Number One. Fucking Number One. Number One. Number One. Number One. Number One. Number One. Number One. One. One. One. Number One. Number fucking One. I’m Number One ... Number One [jumps off roof]. ibid.
There was me – that is Alex – and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie and Dim. And we sat in the Korova Milkbar trying to make up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening. The Korova Milkbar sold milk-plus, milk plus vellocet or synthemesc or drencrom, which is what we were drinking. This would sharpen you up and make up ready for a bit of the old ultra-violence. A Clockwork Orange 1971 starring Malcolm McDowell & Patrick Magee & Michael Bates & Warren Clarke & John Clive & Adrienne Corri & Carl Duering & Paul Farrell & Clive Francis & Michael Gover et al, director Stanley Kubrick, Alex’s commentary
Go on, do me in, ya bastard cowards. I don’t want to live anyway. Not in a stinking world like this. It’s a stinking world because there’s no law and order any more. It’s a stinking world because it lets the young get onto the old. ibid. Tramp to Alex et al
Ho, ho, ho! Well if it isn’t fat stinking billy goat Billy Boy in poison! How art thou, thou globby bottle of cheap stinking chip oil? Come and get one in the yarbles, if ya have any yarbles, ya eunuch jelly thou! ibid. Alex and gang confront rival gang
Then we headed West. What we were after now was the old surprise visit. That was a real kick and good for laughs and lashings of the old ultra-violence. ibid. Alex’s commentary
Is it some devil that crawls inside of you? ibid. mentor to Alex
Are you now or have you ever been a homosexual? ibid. Screw to Alex
When we have undeniable proof, incontrovertible evidence that Hell exists. I know. I know, my friends. I have been informed in visions that there is a place darker than any prison, hotter than any flame of human fire, where souls of unrepentant criminal sinners like yourselves – don’t you laugh, damn you, don’t you laugh. I say like yourselves. Scream in endless and unincurable agony. Your skin rotting and peeling. A fireball spinning in the screaming guts. I know. ibid. prison padre
I read all about the scourging and the crowning with thorns, and I could vide myself helping in and even taking charge of the tolchocking and the nailing in, being dressed in the height of Roman fashion. I didn’t so much like the latter part of the Book, which is more like all preachy-talking than fighting and the old in-out. I liked the parts where these old yahoodies tolchock each other and then drink their Hebrew vino, and getting onto the bed with their wives’ handmaidens. That kept me going. ibid. Alex’s prison vision of Bible
Minister: How many to a cell?
Prison Governor: Four just about, sir. ibid.
Soon we may be needing all our prison space for political offenders. ibid. minister
They enjoy their so-called punishment. ibid. minister
Excellent. He’s enterprising, aggressive, out-going, young, bold, vicious. He’ll do ... This vicious young hoodlum will be transformed out of all recognition. ibid.
You are to be reformed. ibid. prison governor to Alex
Don’t read it, sign it. ibid. Screw to Alex
Violence is a very horrible thing. ibid. Female doctor to Alex
I never used to feel sick before. I used to feel like the very opposite. I mean doing it or watching it I used to feel real horror-show. ibid. Alex to female doctor
Choice. The boy has no real choice, has he? Self-interest. The fear of physical pain drove him to that grotesque act of self-abasement. Its insincerity was there to be seen. He ceases to be a wrong-doer. He ceases also to be a creature capable of moral choice. ibid. padre to minister et al
He can be the most potent weapon imaginable to ensure that the government is not returned at the forthcoming election. The government’s big boast as you know, sir, is the way they have dealt with crime over the last few months. Recruiting brutal young ruffs into the police. Proposing debilitating and will-sapping techniques of conditioning. Oh we’ve seen it all before in other countries. The thin end of the wedge. Before we know where we are we shall have the full apparatus of totalitarianism. This young boy is a living witness to these diabolical proposals: the people, the common people, must know, must see. There are great traditions of liberty to defend. The tradition of liberty is all. The common people will let it go – oh yes – they will sell liberty for a quieter life. That is why they must be led, sir. Driven. Pushed. ibid. Frank to political accomplice on dog-n-bone
I’m very fond of music. Especially Beethoven. ibid. Alex to female interviewer at table
And then all I can think about is like trying to snuff it. Snuff it, sir. And death I mean er, missus. I just want to die peacefully. Like with no pain. Erm no, sir, not exactly, I still feel very miserable, very much down in spirits. Well put it this way I feel very low in meself, I can’t see very much into the future, and I feel that any second something terrible is going to happen to me. ibid.
Suddenly I vided what to do. And what I had wanted to do. And that was to do myself in. To snuff it. To blast off for ever out of this wicked cruel world. One moment of pain perhaps. And then sleep for ever and ever and ever. ibid. Alex throws himself from window
I jumped, oh my brothers. And I fell hard. But I did not snuff it. ibid. Alex in hospital
You were in the papers again, son. It said they had done great wrong to you. It said how the government drove you to do yourself in. And when you think about it, son, maybe it was our fault too in a way. Your home’s your home when all’s said and done, son. ibid. father to son
I’ve suffered the tortures of the damned, sir. ibid. Alex to minister
Riot Police Fly To Seaside: Battle of Hastings – 18 Arrested. Quadrophenia 1979 starring Phil Daniels & Mark Wingett & Leslie Ash & Philip Davis & Sting & Toyah Willcox & Ray Winstone & Gary Shail & Michael Elphick et al, director Franc Roddam, newspaper cutting
I never realised you was a rocker. ibid. Jimmy to Kevin
Jimmy’s Mum: Running about on them motorbikes all hours of the night I’m not surprised. It’s not normal.
Jimmy: Oh yeah, what’s normal then? ibid.
It isn’t the bikes, is it; it’s the people. ibid. Jimmy to Kevin
You gotta be somebody ain’t ya? ibid.
You’ve got to be part of a gang, haven’t ya? Eh? You’ve got to be a Mod or this or that. I mean haven’t you got a mind of your own? ibid. Jimmy’s Dad
We are the Mods, We are the Mods, We are, we are, we are the Mods. ibid. gang-handed along promenade
These long-haired mentally unstable petty little hoodlums. ibid. magistrate to mob
You can take that mail and that franking machine and all that other rubbish I have to go about with and you can stuff ’em right up your ass. ibid. Jimmy to boss
I ain’t mad you know. ibid. Jimmy to Steph
You’ve killed me scooter. ibid. Jimmy to Post Office bloke
See me. I’ve just served sixteen years of a ten year sentence – chucked a few Screws over the landing. Took a few prison governors hostage along the way. Call me old fashioned, I’ve done most of my bird down in the dungeons in solitary. But I enjoy me own company. That’s me: Bulla. Big Fat Gypsy Gangster: Bulla The Movie 2011 starring Ricky Grover & Omid Djalili & Tulisa Contostavlos & Steven Berkoff & Peter Capaldi & Rufus Hound & Rochelle Wiseman & Laila Morse et al, director Ricky Grover
He’s a Mafia man. He’s like a gangster. Set up for no reason by the bent copper, d’you know what I’m saying? ibid.
He wired my Frankie’s bollocks up to an electric kettle and turned it on. ibid.
Bulla has been labelled the most dangerous man in Britain today ... Man or animal? ibid.
I’m a lovely guy. But I can be very very naughty. ibid. Bulla