Malcolm McDowell

Eggiweggs!

I was cured, all right.

Go on, do me in, you bastard cowards. I don't want to live anyway...not in a stinking world like this.

Oh? And what's so stinking about it?

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.

I Was Cured, All Right.

"What do you want?"

What do you want?

Uh, no time for the ol' in-out, love. I've just come to read the meter!

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.

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.

What are we gonna do? Talk about me sex life?

Are you now, or have you ever been a homosexual?

[smiling] No, sir.

No, sir.

Are you able to see the white line painted on the floor directly behind you, Six-Double-Five-Three-Two-One?

Yes, sir.

Then your toes belong on the OTHER side of it!

Then your toes belong on the other side of it!

Money! It's going to ruin sports!

I don't think I want to be famous.

It's too late now.

Let's get things nice & sparkling clear.

I've taught you much, my little droogies.

I was cured alright.

If only all Rome had just one neck.

We've given the authorities his complete profile.

Two road blocks and an all-points wouldn't stop a 5-year old.

Well, what do you want us to do?

Yes. I mean, what do you want us to do?

I want you to get on the phone, and I want you to tell them who broke out of here last night. And I want you tell them exactly where he's going.

Christ, we don't know were he's going.

It must be great living in denial. I must try it sometime. Look, you and that army of shirt-tuckers up there, you know damn well were he's going.

If only all Rome had just one neck.

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

I'm singing in the rain. Just singing in the rain. What a glorious feelin' I'm happy again.

This is public school. If I can keep the girls off the pole and the boys off the pipe, I get a bonus.

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.

Viddy well little brother, Viddy well

Viddy well, little brother. Viddy well.

[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...

"A big mistake, bringing a flamethrower to a gunfight.â?? [set ablaze without firing a single bullet]

A big mistake, bringing a flamethrower to a gunfight. [set ablaze without firing a single bullet]

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...

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

Naughty, naughty, naughty!!!

Naughty, naughty, naughty!

Welly welly well well.

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

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

He is wearing a Santa suit and a mask.

Hiding in plain sight.

Christmas... The number one holiday for people going nuts.

Attention, babies. Its not the steps,babies. Its what's inside that really counts.That's when you really begin to soar. You see, thinking the movement is not becoming the movement.

Robert, three things to remember--budget, budget, budget!

People are so bloody rude, occasionally. It's too much really.

What happened? Your all so pretty. You know how I hate pretty!

No time for the ole in-out love, I'm here to read the meter.

No time for the old in-out, love, I've just come to read the meter.

It must be great living in denial. I should try it sometime.

I thought you didn't like virgins

I thought you didn't like virgins.

I've never known any

I've never known any.

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

Your wife sir? Is she away?

No. She's dead.

Do I make myself clear?

Do I make myself clear?

As an unwanted leg.

As clear as an unmuddied lake.

There's no such thing as a wrong war. Violence and revolution are the only pure acts

There's no such thing as a wrong war. Violence and revolution are the only pure acts.

God killed over 100 million people in the flood

God killed over 100 million people in the flood.

Satan starts wars

Satan starts wars.

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.

Now smile.

Beg your pardon?

Smile.

What's there to smile about?

Oh? And what's so stinking about it?

The thing I hate about you Rowntree, is the way you give Coca-Cola to your scum, and your best teddy bear to Oxfam. And expect us to lick your frigid fingers for the rest of your frigid life.

Caesar cannot be a fool!

There's only one thing you can do with a girl like this. Walk naked into the sea together as the sun sets. Make love once... Then die.

One man can change the world with a bullet in the right place.

This vicious young hoodlum will be transformed out of all recognition.

Alex replies: Thank you very much for this chance, sir.

Minister replies: Let's hope you make the most of it, my boy.

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.

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)

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]

(replies Alex): Oh? And what's so stinking about it?

Oh? And what's so stinking about it?

I was cured, all right!

Eggy wegs... I want to smash em

Eggy wegs... I want to smash em.

Eggy Wegs... I would like to smash 'em.

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!

The first man to raise a fist is the man who has run out of ideas.

I was cured alright...

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.

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

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...

Viddy well, little brother. Viddy well.

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

i was cured all right

I was cured, all right!

Micael Myers is fucking dead, do you want me to spell that for you D-E-A-D !!!

Michael Myers is fucking dead! Now, do you brain-dead gossip mongers want me to spell it out for you? D-E-A-D!

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!

....."in out, in out".....

In out, in out.

"a little of the old ultra-violence".....

A little of the old ultra-violence.

Oh? And what's so stinking about it?

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.

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.

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!

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.

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

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!

Sin? What's all this about sin?

That! Using Ludwig van like that! He did no harm to anyone. Beethoven just wrote music!

Are you referring to the background score?

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!

You're not cured yet, boy.

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

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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

Hey dad, there's a strange fella sittin' on the sofa munchy-wunching lomticks of toast.

That's Joe. He lives here now. The lodger, that's what he is. He rents your room.

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.

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

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.

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

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.

I have existed from the morning of the world and I shall exist until the last star falls from the night. Although I have taken the form of Gaius Caligula, I am all men as I am no man and therefore I am... a God.