Alex: No. No! NO! Stop it! Stop it, please! I beg you! This is sin! This is sin! This is sin! Its a sin, its a sin, its a sin!Dr. Brodsky: Sin? Whats all this about sin?Alex: That! Using Ludwig van like that! He did no harm to anyone. Beethoven just wrote music!Dr. Branom: Are you referring to the background score?Alex: Yes.Dr. Branom: Youve heard Beethoven before?Alex: Yes!Dr. Brodsky: So, youre keen on music?Alex: YES!Dr. Brodsky: Cant be helped. Heres the punishment element perhaps. .
[first lines]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. .
[listening to Beethovens Ninth Symphony]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! .
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 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. For now it was lovely music that came to my aid. There was a window open with the stereo on and I viddied right at once what to do. .
[Alex has just struck Dim on the legs]Dim: What did you do that for?Alex: For being a bastard with no manners, and not a dook of an idea how to comport yourself public-wise, O my brother.Dim: I dont like you should do what you done, and Im not your brother no more and wouldnt want to be.Alex: Watch that. Do watch that, O Dim, if to continue to be on live thou dost wish.Dim: Yarbles! Great bolshy yarblockos to you. Ill meet you with chain or nozh or britva anytime, not having you aiming tolchocks at me reasonless. Well, it stands to reason I wont have it.Alex: A nozh scrap any time you say.Dim: Doobidoob. A bit tired, maybe. Best not to say more. Bedways is rightways now, so best we go homeways and get a bit of spatchka. Right, right? .
[Alex encounters his old friends, who are now police]Alex: Its impossible! I cant believe it!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: What you got back home, little sister, to play your fuzzy warbles on? I bet you got little save pitiful, portable picnic players. Come with uncle and hear all proper! Hear angel trumpets and devil trombones. You are invited. .
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. .
Minister: What crime did you commit?Alex: The accidental killing of a person, sir.Chief Guard Barnes: He brutally murdered a woman, sir, in furtherance of theft. Fourteen years, sir!Minister: Excellent. Hes enterprising, aggressive, outgoing, young, bold, vicious. Hell do.Governor: Well, fine, we could still look at C-block...Minister: No, no, no. Thats enough. Hes perfect. I want his records sent to me. This vicious young hoodlum will be transformed out of all recognition.Alex: Thank you very much for this chance, sir.Minister: Lets hope you make the most of it, my boy. .
Alex: You neednt take it any further, sir. Youve proved to me that all this ultraviolence and killing is wrong, wrong, and terribly wrong. Ive learned me lesson, sir. Ive seen now what Ive never seen before. Im cured! Praise god!Dr. Brodsky: Youre not cured yet, boy. .
Tramp: In Dublins fair city / Where the girls are so pretty, / I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone. / As she wheeld 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 everybodys knowing, Youve got a decent tongue, / Wheneer its set agoing. .
[Alex has the tramp pinned down]Tramp: Well, go on, do me in you bastard cowards! I dont want to live anyway, not in a stinking world like this!Alex: Oh? And whats so stinking about it?Tramp: Its a stinking world because theres no law and order anymore! Its a stinking world because it lets the young get on to the old, like you done. Oh, its 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 theres not no attention paid to earthly law and order no more.[He starts singing another song, and Alex and his droogs proceed to beat him] .
Minister: As I was saying, Alex, you can be instrumental in changing the public verdict. Do you understand, Alex? Have I made myself clear?Alex: As an unmuddied lake, friend. As clear as an azure sky of deepest summer. You can rely on me, friend. .
[about his wife]Frank Alexander: She was very badly raped, you see! We were assaulted by a gang of vicious, young, hoodlums in this house! In this very room you are sitting in now! I was left a helpless cripple, but for her the agony was too great! The doctor said it was pneumonia; because it happened some months later! During a flu epidemic! The doctors told me it was pneumonia, but I knew what it was! A VICTIM OF THE MODERN AGE! Poor, poor girl! .
Minister: Oh, yes. I understand youre fond of music. I have arranged a little surprise for you.Alex: Surprise?Minister: One that I hope that you will like. As a um... how shall we put it? As a symbol of our new understanding. An understanding between two friends. .
Alex: Suddenly, I viddied what I had 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. .
P.R. Deltoid: [giggling maniacally] You are now a murderer, Alex! A murderer!Alex: Not true, sir. It was only a slight tolchock. She was breathing, I swear it!P.R. Deltoid: Ive just come from the hospital! Your victim has died!Alex: You try to frighten me, admit so, sir. This is some new form of torture! Say it, Brother Sir.P.R. Deltoid: Itll be your own torture. I hope to God itll torture you to madness!Det. Const. Tom: [to Deltoid] If youd like to give him a quick bash in the chops, sir, dont mind us. Well hold him down. He must be a great disappointment to you, sir.[Deltoid slowly gathers saliva and spits in Alexs face] .
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