Sid and Nancy

Sid: What's the matter? Are you alright? Nancy: NO! Do I look alright? Fucker in there ripped me off for 50 quid! Sid: What, he stole it from your purse? Nancy: Yeah, almost. I mean, I gave it to him the first night I was here. Fuck, it's embarrassing! Never trust a junkie. Sid: They're junkies, are they? Nancy: Isn't everyone? Sid: Think you could get me some? Nancy: Maybe. Sid: [looking at Nancy's hand] That looks like it hurts. Nancy: It does. Sid: So does this. [slams his head against the wall].

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Nancy: I don't think that Johnny likes me. Sid: He doesn't like anybody. He's a fool. Nancy: You like me, don't you?

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Malcolm: Phoebe - how would you like to supervise our Sidney for a month or two? Phoebe: No way. Malcolm: Go on; you'd be a good influence on the boy. Why not? Phoebe: Infectious hepatitis, loony girlfriend, drugs? Malcolm: Boys will be boys.

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Paul: Fucking cabbies, that's what we should be. Make two hundred quid a night being a cabbie. Sid: Why don't you fuck off and be one then? Paul: 'Cos it takes 18 months to learn. Sid: You need a driving license too. Paul: And a set of golf clubs.

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Nancy: I fucking hate them! I fucking hate them! Ass! Ow! Fucking motherfuckers! They wouldn't send us any money! They said we'd spend it on DRUGS! Sid: We would!

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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!

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