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  • Alex: Eggiweggs!


  • Alex: I was cured, all right.


  • Tramp: Go on, do me in, you bastard cowards. I don't want to live anyway...not in a stinking world like this.
    Alex: Oh? And what's so stinking about it?


  • Alex: 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 you ready for a bit of the old ultra-violence.


  • Alex: I Was Cured, All Right.


  • Psychiatrist: "What do you want?"
    Psychiatrist: What do you want?
    Alex: Uh, no time for the ol' in-out, love. I've just come to read the meter!


  • Alex: I jumped, O my brothers, and I fell hard but I did not snuff it, oh no. if I had snuffed it, I would not be here to tell what I have told.
    Alex: I jumped, O my brothers, and I fell hard but I did not snuff it, oh no. If I had snuffed it, I would not be here to tell what I have told.


  • Alex: What are we gonna do? Talk about me sex life?


  • Chief Guard: Are you now, or have you ever been a homosexual?
    Alex: [smiling] No, sir.
    Alex: No, sir.


  • Chief Guard: Are you able to see the white line painted on the floor directly behind you, Six-Double-Five-Three-Two-One?
    Alex: Yes, sir.
    Chief Guard: Then your toes belong on the OTHER side of it!
    Chief Guard: Then your toes belong on the other side of it!


  • Alex: Let's get things nice & sparkling clear.


  • Alex: I've taught you much, my little droogies.


  • Alex: I was cured alright.


  • Alex: "I'm singing in the rain. Just singing in the rain. What a glorious feelin' I'm happy again."
    Alex: I'm singing in the rain. Just singing in the rain. What a glorious feelin' I'm happy again.


  • Alex: 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 you ready for a bit of the old ultra-violence.


  • Alex: Viddy well little brother, Viddy well
    Alex: Viddy well, little brother. Viddy well.


  • Alex: [while torturing Frank & his wife; singing] I'm Singing in the Rain, just Singing in the Rain. What a glorious feeling, I'm happy again...


  • Alex: There were some sophistos from the TV studio right around the corner. The devotchka was smiling away... jollying and vigoreeting. Then suddenly, my friends, the disc on the stereo faded out. And in the short lapse before the other one started, she came in with a burst of singing...


  • Alex: Hey, dad... there's a strange fella sitting in the sofa. Munchy-wunching lobschticks of toast.


  • Alex: Naughty, naughty, naughty!!!
    Alex: Naughty, naughty, naughty!


  • Alex: Welly welly well well.


  • Alex: Come and get one in the yarbles! If you have any yarbles that is!


  • Alex: How art thou?! Thou bottle of cheap, stinking chip oil.


  • Alex: No time for the ole in-out love, I'm here to read the meter.
    Alex: No time for the old in-out, love, I've just come to read the meter.


  • Alex: It's funny how the colors of the real world only seem real when you viddy them on the screen.


  • Cat Lady: Cut the shit, sonny.


  • Alex: Your wife sir? Is she away?
    Mr. Frank Alexander: No. She's dead.


  • P.R. Deltoid: Do I make myself clear?
    Minister of Interior: Do I make myself clear?
    Alex: As an unwanted leg.
    Alex: As clear as an unmuddied lake.


  • Alex: One thing I could never stand was to see a filthy dirty old drunky howling away at the filthy songs of his fathers and going blurp blurp in between as it might be a filthy old orchestra in his stinking rotten guts;I could never stand to see anyone like that. whatever his age might be, but more especially when he was real old like this one was.


  • C.I.D. Official: The end of the line, yes?


  • Alex: Oh? And what's so stinking about it?


  • Minister: This vicious young hoodlum will be transformed out of all recognition.
    Alex: Alex replies: Thank you very much for this chance, sir.
    Constable: Minister replies: Let's hope you make the most of it, my boy.


  • Alex: The Korova Milkbar sold milk plus, milk plus vellocet or sythemesc or drencom, which is what we were drinking. This would sharpen you up and make you ready for a bit of old the ultra-violence.
    Tramp: Go on, do me in you bastard cowards! I don't want to live anyway, not in a stinking world like this one. (to Alex)
    Tramp: Go on, do me in you bastard cowards! I don't want to live anyway, not in a stinking world like this one. [to Alex]
    Alex: (replies Alex): Oh? And what's so stinking about it?
    Alex: Oh? And what's so stinking about it?


  • Alex: I was cured, all right!


  • Prison Chaplain: Goodness comes from within. Goodness is chosen. When a man cannot choose, he ceases to be a man.


  • Alex: Eggy wegs... I want to smash em
    Alex: Eggy wegs... I want to smash em.


  • Alex: Bliss and heaven! Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeousity made flesh. It was like a bird of rarest-spun heaven metal or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now. As I slooshied, I knew such lovely pictures!


  • Alex: I was cured alright...


  • Alex: And the first thing that flashed into my gulliver was that I'd like to have her right down there on the floor with the old in-out, real savage.


  • Alex: It had been a wonderful evening and what I needed now, to give it the perfect ending, was a little of the Ludwig Van.


  • Alex: As we walked along the flatblock marina, I was calm on the outside but thinking all the time, so now it was to be Georgie the General, saying what we should do and what not to do, and Dim as his mindless, grinning bulldog. But, suddenly, I viddied that thinking was for the gloopy ones and that the oomny ones use like inspiration and what Bog sends; for now it was lovely music that came to my aid. There was a window open with a stereo on, and I viddied right at once what to do...


  • Alex: Viddy well, little brother. Viddy well.


  • Alex: As an unmuddied lake, Fred. As clear as an azure sky of deepest summer. You can rely on me, Fred.


  • Alex: i was cured all right
    Alex: I was cured, all right!


  • Alex: 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, you eunuch jelly thou!


  • Alex: ....."in out, in out".....
    Alex: In out, in out.


  • Alex: "a little of the old ultra-violence".....
    Alex: A little of the old ultra-violence.


  • Alex: Oh? And what's so stinking about it?


  • Alex: And the first thing that flashed into my gulliver was that I'd like to have her right down there on the floor with the old in-out, real savage.


  • Psychiatrist: Yes, well don't think about it too long. Just say the first thing that pops into your mind.


  • Alex: 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 you ready for a bit of the old ultra-violence.


  • Alex: Oh bliss! Bliss and heaven! Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeousity made flesh. It was like a bird of rarest-spun heaven metal or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now. As I slooshied, I knew such lovely pictures!


  • Georgie: Evidence of the ol' glassies! Nothing up our sleeves, no magic little Alex! A job for two who are now of job age! The police!


  • Alex: The Durango '95 purred away a real horrowshow - a nice, warm vibraty feeling all through your guttiwuts. And soon it was trees and dark, my brothers, with real country dark.


  • Alex: It's funny how the colors of the real world only seem really real when you viddy them on the screen.


  • Tramp: It's a stinking world because there's no law and order anymore! It's a stinking world because it lets the young get on to the old, like you done. Oh, it's no world for an old man any longer. What sort of a world is it at all? Men on the moon, and men spinning around the earth, and there's not no attention paid to earthly law and order no more.


  • Prison Chaplain: Choice! The boy has not a real choice, has he? Self-interest, the fear of physical pain drove him to that grotesque act of self-abasement. The insincerity was clear to be seen. He ceases to be a wrongdoer. He ceases also to be a creature capable of moral choice.


  • Minister: Padre, there are subtleties! We are not concerned with motives, with the higher ethics. We are concerned only with cutting down crime and with relieving the ghastly congestion in our prisons. He will be your true Christian, ready to turn the other cheek, ready to be crucified rather than crucify, sick to the heart at the thought of killing a fly. Reclamation! Joy before the angels of God! The point is that it works.


  • Chief Guard: He brutally murdered a woman, sir, in furtherance of theft. Fourteen years, sir!


  • Alex: No. No! NO! Stop it! Stop it, please! I beg you! This is sin! This is sin! This is sin! It's a sin, it's a sin, it's a sin!
    Dr. Brodsky: Sin? What's all this about sin?
    Alex: That! Using Ludwig van like that! He did no harm to anyone. Beethoven just wrote music!
    Dr. Brodsky: Are you referring to the background score?


  • Alex: You needn't take it any further, sir. You've proved to me that all this ultraviolence and killing is wrong, wrong, and terribly wrong. I've learned me lesson, sir. I've seen now what I've never seen before. I'm cured! Praise god!
    Dr. Brodsky: You're not cured yet, boy.


  • Tramp: In Dublin's fair city / Where the girls are so pretty, / I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone. / As she wheel'd her wheel barrow, / Thro' streets broad and narrow, / Crying "cockles and mussels alive alive O!" / "alive, alive O! Alive, alive O! / Crying Cockles and Mussels alive, alive O!" / As everybody's knowing, You've got a decent tongue, / Whene'er it's set agoing.
    Tramp: In Dublin's fair city / Where the girls are so pretty, / I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone. / As she wheel'd her wheel barrow, / Thro' streets broad and narrow, / Crying 'cockles and mussels alive alive O!' / 'alive, alive O! Alive, alive O! / Crying Cockles and Mussels alive, alive O!' / As everybody's knowing, You've got a decent tongue, / Whene'er it's set agoing.


  • Alex: Yes, sir, and a very lonely place it is too, sir, when I wake up in the middle of the night with my pain.


  • Alex: So I waited and, O my brothers, I got a lot better munching away at eggiwegs, and lomticks of toast and lovely steakiwegs and then, one day, they said I was going to have a very special visitor.
    Alex: So I waited and, my brothers, I got a lot better munching away at eggiwegs, and lomticks of toast and lovely steakiwegs and then, one day, they said I was going to have a very special visitor.


  • Alex: Excuse me, Mrs. Can you please help? There's been a terrible accident! My friend's in the middle of the road bleeding to death! Can I please use your telephone for an ambulance?


  • Mum: Well, like he says, it's mostly odd things he does. Helping like... here and there as it might be.


  • Georgie: Evidence of the old glazzies. Nothing up their sleeves. No magic, little Alex. A job for two, who are now of job age. The police.


  • Alex: I jumped, O my brothers, and I fell hard but I did not snuff it, oh no. if I had snuffed it, I would not be here to tell what I have told.


  • Chief Guard: Shut your filthy hole, you scum!


  • Dim: Well. Well, well. Well, well, well, well, if it isn't little Alex. Long time no viddy, droog. How goes?


  • Tramp: Could you spare some cutter, me brother?


  • Alex: And would you believe it, o my brothers and only friends. There was your faithful narrator being held helpless, like a babe in arms, and suddenly realizing where he was and why home on the gate had looked so familiar, but I knew I was safe. For in those care-free days, I and my so-called droogies wore our maskies, which were like real horror-show disguises.


  • Alex: Yes, sir! That's exactly who I am and what I am, sir. A victim, sir!


  • Mr. Frank Alexander: Oh, but you're cold and shivering. Julian, draw a bath for this young man.


  • Mr. Frank Alexander: Then, by God, you've been sent here by providence! Tortured in prison, then thrown out to be tortured by the police. My heart goes out to you, poor, poor boy. Oh, you are not the first to come here in distress. The police are fond of bringing their victims to the outskirts of this village. But it is providential that you, who are also another kind of victim should come here.


  • Alex: Hey dad, there's a strange fella sittin' on the sofa munchy-wunching lomticks of toast.
    Dad: That's Joe. He lives here now. The lodger, that's what he is. He rents your room.


  • Alex: I woke up. The pain and sickness all over me like an animal. Then I realized what it was. The music coming up from the floor was our old friend, Ludwig Van, and the dreaded Ninth Symphony.


  • Alex: It's funny how the colors of the real world only seem really real when you viddy them on the screen.


  • Alex: 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 you ready for a bit of the old ultra-violence.


  • Alex: Welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, well. To what do I owe the extreme pleasure of this surprising visit?


  • Alex: As we walked along the flatblock marina, I was calm on the outside, but thinking all the time - Now it was to be Georgie the general, saying what we should do and what not to do, and Dim as his mindless greeding bulldog. But suddenly, I viddied that thinking was for the gloopy ones, and that the oomny ones use like, inspiration and what Bog sends. Now it was lovely music that came into my aid. There was a window open with the stereo on, and I viddied right at once what to do.


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