A Clockwork Orange

Policeman: [to Deltoid] If you'd care to give him a bash in the chops, sir, don't mind us. We'll hold him down. He must be a great disappointment to you, sir. Chief Guard: [to Alex] You are now 655321, and it is your duty to memorise that number. Chaplain: What's it going to be then, eh? Is it going to be in and out of institutions like this, though more in than out for most of you? Or are you going to attend to the Divine Word and realise the punishments that await unrepentant sinners in the next world as well as this? A lot of idiots you are, selling your birthright for a saucer of cold porridge, the thrill of theft, of violence, the urge to live easy. Well, I ask you, what is it worth, when we have undeniable proof, yes, 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, da

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Alex: [voiceover] One thing I could never stand was to see a filthy, dirty old drunkie, howling away at the filthy songs of his fathers and going blerp, blerp 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. Tramp: Can you spare some cutter, me brothers? 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? Tramp: 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, 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.

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Alex: [narrating] There were some sophistos from the TV studios around the corner, laughing and govoreeting. The devotchka was smecking away and not caring about the wicked world one bit. Then the disc on the stereo twanged off and out. And in the short silence before the next one came on, she suddenly came with a burst of singing. [the woman starts singing; Alex watches with a smile creeping across his face] And it was like, for a moment, O my brothers, some great bird had flown into the milkbar. And I felt all the malenky little hairs on my plott standing endwise, and the shivers crawling up like slow, malenky lizards, and then down again. Because I knew what she sang. It was a bit from the Glorious Ninth by Ludwig Van. 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! [smiles at the woman and raises his glass to her] Dim: I don't like you should do what you done. And I'm not your bro

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Dad: I wonder, where exactly is it he goes to work of evenings? Mum: Well, like he says, it's mostly odd things he does, helping like, here and there as it might be.

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Alex: Hi-hi-hi, Mr. Deltoid! Funny surprise, seeing you here. Deltoid: Ah, Alex, boy! Awake at last, yes? I met your mother on the way to work, yes? [holds up key] She gave me the key. [tosses it onto bedside table] She said something about a pain somewhere, hence not at school, yes? Alex: A rather intolerable pain in the head, brother, sir. I think it should be cleared by this after-lunch. Deltoid: Or certainly by this evening, yes. The evening's the great time, isn't it, Alex, boy? Hmmm? Alex: Cup of the old chai, sir? Deltoid: No time, no time, yes. [pats bed] Sit, sit, sit! Alex: To what do I owe this extreme pleasure, sir? [sits by Deltoid] Anything wrong, sir? Deltoid: Wrong? [tousles and then pulls Alex's hair] Why should you think of anything being wrong? Have you been doing something you shouldn't, yes? Alex: Just a manner of speech, sir. Deltoid: Yes, well, it's just a manner of speech from your post-corrective advisor to you that you watch out, little Alex, because next time

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Alex: Let's get things nice and sparkling clear. This sarcasm, if I may call it such, does not become you, O my little brothers. As I am your droog and leader, I'm entitled to know what goes on, eh? Now then, Dim, what does that great big horsy gape of a grin portend? Georgie: All right, no more picking on Dim, brother. That's part of the new way. Alex: New way? What's this about a new way? There's been some very large talk behind my sleeping back, and no error. Georgie: Well, if you must have it, have it then. We go around, shop crasting and the like, coming out with a pitiful rookerful of money each. Dim: Pitiful rookerful. Georgie: And there's Will the English, in the Muscleman coffee mesto, saying he can fence anything that any malchick tries to crast. The shiny stuff, the ice, the big, big, big money's available, is what Will the English says. Dim: Big, big money. Alex: And what will you do with the big, big, big money? Have you not everything you need? If you need a motor car, yo

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