Nancy: I'll never look like Barbie. Barbie doesn't have bruises.
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Nancy: I'll never look like Barbie. Barbie doesn't have bruises.
Nancy: AAGGHH! I look like fuckin' Stevie Nicks in hippie clothes!
Nancy: What about the farewell drugs?
Clive: I'm gonna be a rude boy. Like my dad.
Sid: You know, I was so bored once that I fucked a dog.
John: Go on, Sidney. Spray the beast.
Nancy: It's a real waste to smoke that shit. Don't ya have any needles?
Sid: 'Ere, speakin of cunts who can't play. Hello girls, where'd you get your perms?
Bowery Snax, drug dealer: Sid, Nance, pull up your pants.
Nancy: I'll never look like Barbie. Barbie doesn't have bruises.
Nancy: AAGGHH! I look like fuckin' Stevie Nicks in hippie clothes!
Nancy: Fuck it, Sid, don't leave! Sid! What about the farewell drugs? Sid! Sid.
Clive: I'm gonna be a rude boy. Like my dad.
Sid: You know, I was so bored once that I fucked a dog.
John: Go on, Sidney. Spray the beast.
Nancy: It's a real waste to smoke that shit. Don't ya have any needles?
Sid: 'Ere, speakin of cunts who can't play. Hello girls, where'd you get your perms?
Bowery Snax, drug dealer: Sid, Nance, pull up your pants.
Sid: John, you see me knock that hippie? Good, eh?
Sid: Hey, John, I'm gonna have a tattoo on my head. "Brain damage!"
Nancy: Why do I have to go? I got a broken heel.
Nancy: Granma, can I borrow the car? I wanna teach Sid how to drive American.
Nancy: We go shopping every day. Sid bought me lots of underwear and it is all French!
Nancy: I hate my fuckin' life. Sid: This is just a rough patch. Things'll be much better when we get to America, I promise. Nancy: We're in America. We've been here a week. New York is in America, you fuck.
Nancy: What are ya doin here? You're in the studio, these places cost like fifty grand a minute. You could be really shining out! But what? You're just wonking off! John: Wanking! Nancy: What happened to you? Did you try and kiss your mother? John: None of your business. Brenda Winczor: John got beaten up by facists.
Sid: I wish we wasn't breaking up. Phoebe: Well it's a bit late for that isn't it? Paul and Steve are flying to Rio, Malcom's in London, John's in New York. Sid: Yeah, great. What am I gonna do? Phoebe: Anything you like; you're a free agent now. Sid: I'll go home; see Nancy. Phoebe: Yeah, well do that. Sid: Master Kung Fu. Phoebe: Look try and get off the heroin OK? Come on promise. Sid: Ok. Phoebe: And cut back on the drinking all right? Sid: Yeah all right, all right I promise! Cross me heart and hope to die
Sid: If it weren't for me mum's kindness, we'd be on the fucking streets! Nancy: Yeah? And if it weren't for your own stupidity, we'd be living in our own apartment in Paris, France!
Rock Head: So, it appears we are related. John: Eh? Rock Head: The press. They're callin' me the "Big Daddy of Punk" Rock Head: Lovely couple. John: Fuck you, Rock Head. What the fuck are you doin' here anyway? I think I'm gonna fuckin' puke!
Nancy: If I asked you to kill me, would you? Sid: I don't know. How would I do it? I couldn't live without ya.
Nancy: Who's Dick Dent? Brenda Winczor: He's just some wanky journalist who don't appreciate The Sex Pistols.
Sid: We don't fucking care John: No. No "fucking." It's just, "We don't care."
Sid: Why don't you shut up and fucking sing you twat. Paul: You're well out of time, Sid. Sid: Bollocks, you wanker. Steve: Play the fucking song, will ya. John: Ever get the feeling you've been cheated?
Sid: How vile. Sex is boring. Ugly hippie shit. Nancy: You're fuckin' insane too. Fuckin' insane.
John: You're not gettin' anything. Nancy: What? John: You heard. Fuckin' Americans. That's all you ever think about: sex. None of us fucks, see? Sex is ugly. None of your free hippie love shit here.
Nancy: Did you buy me any presents yet? Sid: Yeah, I bought you loads. Nancy: Oh, yeah? What? Sid: I bought you a six-pack and a bra in the same shop!
Malcolm: Where are you going, Sidney? Sid: Oh, Malcky Walcky, give me some money. Malcolm: Sidney, as a Sex Pistol, all your human needs are seen to: food, beer, designer wardrobe. Why do you need money? Sid: Oh, I don't know. Little things round the house.
Nancy: I'm here and you're there. Sid: Yeah, I know I'm here, but I want it off with ya! Nancy: Look, Sidney, what am I supposed to do, put it in a box and send it? You'll just have to have sex with somebody else.
Nancy: Vito, come on, please. Give us a gig. You want me to fuck you? Vito: No. And you shouldn't offer. It's not professional.
Guitarist: Yeah, we'd sound a lot better if we rehearsed. Nancy: Sid doesn't need to rehearse. He's a natural.
Drummer: Get it together, Sid. You just gotta learn the words. Nancy: Words. It's not words. It's just those bridge and tunnel geeks don't appreciate his style.
Sid: Got any beer for me? Bowery Snax, drug dealer: I got some tickets to see Bruce Springsteen. Sid: I don't want fuckin' tickets for fuckin' Bruce Springsteen! Fuck off and get me some smack!
Nancy: I wish I was fuckin' dead. Sid: Oh, shut up, please. Quit goin' on about it. I've got more reasons to be depressed than you. You're much better off than I am. Nancy: Why? At least you used to be something. I've never been anything.
