A Clockwork Orange

welly welly welly welllllllllllll...................


"but what i do i do because i like to do"

Cast overview;

Malcolm McDowell .... Alexander 'Alex' de Large
Patrick Magee .... Mr. Alexander
Michael Bates .... Chief Guard
Warren Clarke .... Dim
John Clive .... Stage Actor
Adrienne Corri .... Mrs. Alexander
Carl Duering .... Dr. Brodsky
Paul Farrell .... Tramp
Clive Francis .... Lodger


Directed by; Stanley Kubrick

Writing credits
Anthony Burgess (novel)
Stanley Kubrick (screenplay)


Alex: Appy-polly-loggies. I had something of a pain in my gulliver so I had to sleep. I was not awakened when I gave orders for awakening.

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

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

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Alex: Initiative comes to thems that wait.

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Alex: What we were after now was the old surprise visit. That was a real kick and good for laughs and lashings of the old ultraviolence.

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Alex: We were all feeling a bit shagged and fagged and fashed, it being a night of no small expenditure.

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Alex: Viddy well, little brother. Viddy well.

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[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.

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Alex: There was nothing I hated more than to see a filthy old drunkie, a-howling away at the filthy songs of his fathers and going blurp blurp in between as if it were a filthy old orchestra in his stinking rotten guts. I could never stand to see anyone like that, especially when they were old like this one was.

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Alex: Well, well, well! 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 yarble, ya eunuch jelly thou!

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Alex: 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.

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

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Alex: Hi, hi, hi, Mr. Deltoid!

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[Alex has just struck Dim on the legs]
Dim: What did you do that for?
Alex: For being a bastard with no manners, you haven't a dook of an idea how to comport yourself public-wise, O my brother!
Dim: I don't like you should do what you've done and I'm not your brother no more and wouldn't want to be.
Alex: Watch that, do watch that O Dim, if to continue to be on live thou, dost wist?
Dim: Yarbles! Great bolshy yarblockos to you. I'll meet you with chain or nozh or britva anytime. I'm not having you aiming tolchocks at me reasonless. It stands to reason, I won't have it.
Alex: A nozh scrap anytime you say.
Dim: Doobiedoob, 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?

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[Listening to Beethoven's 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!

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Alex: What you got back home, little sister, to play your fuzzy warbles on? I bet you got, say, pitiful, portable picnic players. Come with uncle and hear all proper! Hear angels' trumpets and devils' trombones. You are invited!

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Alex: 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.

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Frank Alexander: Who on Earth could that be?
Mrs. Alexander: I'll go and see.

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Billy Boy: Lets get 'em boys!

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[Alex encounters his old friends, who are now police]
Alex: It's impossible! I can't 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!

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Alex: Hi, hi, hi there! At last we meet. Our brief govoreet through the letter-hole was not, shall we say, satisfactory, yes?

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Alex: Naughty, naughty, naughty! You filthy old soomka!

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Frank Alexander: Food alright?
Alex: Great sir, great!
Frank Alexander: Try the wine!

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[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!

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Alex: The Durango '95 purred away a real horrowshow. A nice warm vibraty feeling all through your guttiwuts!

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P.R. Deltoid: I've 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: It'll be your own torture. I hope to God it'll torture you to madness.

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

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Female Psychaitrist: I'm going to show you a picture, and you tell me what that person might say.
Alex: Oh
Female Psychaitrist: Let's Begin
[Changes to a slide with two people looking at a peacock]
Female Psychaitrist: "Isn't the plumage beautiful?"
Alex: I'm supposed to say what the other person would say?
Female Psychaitrist: Yes, just tell me the first thing that comes to your mind.
Alex: Cabbages, knickers, It hasn't got A BEAK!
Female Psychaitrist: Good.
[Changes slides to a man climbing into a naked woman's bedroom]
Female Psychaitrist: "What do you want?"
Alex: No time for the ol' in-out, love. I've just come to read the meter!
Female Psychaitrist: Alright.
Alex: [Laughs]
Female Psychaitrist: [Changes slide to woman handing bird eggs to a man] "You can do whatever you like with these.
Alex: Eggiweggs. I would like... to smash them. And pick them up, and THROW-
[moves injured arm]
Alex: OW! Fucking hell! So did I pass?

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Psychiatrist: [showing Alex the first slide] Isn't the plummage beautiful?
Alex: I just have to say what the other person would say?
Psychiatrist: Yes.
Alex: [repeating the question] Isn't the plummage beautiful?
Psychiatrist: Yes, well don't think about it too long. Just say the first thing that pops into your mind.

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Alex: Eggiwegs! I would like... to smash them!

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Alex: You know what you can do with that watch? Stick it up your arse!

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[last lines]
Alex: I was cured, all right!

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Prison Chaplain: Goodness is something to be chosen. When a man cannot choose he ceases to be a man.

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

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[Alex has the tramp pinned down]
Tramp: Go on, do me in you bastard cowards! I don't want to live anyway,not in a stinking world like this one!
Alex: Oh? And what's so stinking about it?

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Alex: I've suffered the tortures of the damned, sir
[with innocent reinforcement]
Alex: - tortures of the damned.

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Chief Guard Barnes: Are you able to see the white line painted on the floor directly behind you, Six-Double-Five-Three-Two-One?
Alex: Yes, sir.
Chief Guard Barnes: Then your toes belong on the *other* side of it!

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[Alex chats up two girls sucking penis-shaped lollies]
Alex: Enjoying that are you my darlin'? Bit cold and pointless isn't it my lovely? What's happened to yours my little sister?

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[Staring at Alex's penis]
Chief Guard Barnes: Are you now, or have you ever been a homosexual?

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Prison Chaplain: What's it going to be, eh? Is it going to be in and out of institutions like this? Well, more in and out for most of ya! 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 own 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 truth - 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...!
[an inmate belches, prompting the rest to laugh]
Prison Chaplain: Don't you laugh, damn you! Don't you laugh! I say like yourselves scream in endless and unendurable agony! Their skin rotting and peeling! A fireball spinning in their screaming guts! I know! Oh yes, I know!
[Another inmate makes a raspberry noise, prompting them to laugh again]

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Chief Guard Barnes: Pick that up and put it down properly!

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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.

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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. He's enterprising, aggressive, outgoing, young, bold, vicious. He'll do.
Governor: Well, fine, we could still look at C-block...
Minister: No, no, no. That's enough. He's 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: Let's hope you make the most of it, my boy.

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Alex: 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!
Dr. Brodsky: Sin? What's 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: You've heard Beethoven before?
Alex: Yes!
Dr. Brodsky: So, you're keen on music?
Alex: YES!
Dr. Brodsky: Can't be helped. Here's the punishment element perhaps.

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Alex: 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!
Dr. Brodsky: You're not cured yet, boy.

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Minister: Oh, yes. I understand you're 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.

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Alex: 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.
[the Minister enters]
Minister: Good evening, my boy.

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Minister: You seem to have a whole ward to yourself, my boy.
Alex: Yes, sir, and a very lovely place it is too, sir, when I wake up in the middle of the night with my pain.
Minister: Yes... well, good to see you on the mend!

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Minister: Public opinion has a way of changing.

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Minister: Punishment means nothing to them, you can see that. They enjoy their so-called punishment.
Alex: You're absolutely right, sir.

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Tramp: In Dublin's fair city / Where the girls are so pretty, / I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone. / As she wheel'd 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 everybody's knowing, You've got a decent tongue, / Whene'er it's set agoing.

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Psychiatrist: [reading slide] The boy you always quarrel with is seriously ill.
Alex: My mind is a blank... uhh... and I'll smash your face!

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Alex: 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.

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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.

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Tramp: Can ye spare some cutter, me brothers?

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Conspirator: Do you still feel suicidal?
Alex: Well, put it this way, I feel very low in myself. I can't see much in the future, and I feel that any second something terrible is going to happen to me.
[slumps into spaghetti]

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Dim: Hello, Lucy. Had a busy night? We've been working hard, too. Pardon me, Luce.

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Mum: But you've not been to school all week, son.
Alex: Got to rest, Mum. Got to get fit. Otherwise I'm liable to miss a lot more school.

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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: Where's my snake?
Dad: Well, he... he met with like an accident. He passed away.

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Alex: Is that the end then?
Psychiatrist: Yes.
Alex: I was quite enjoying that.
Psychiatrist: Good! I'm glad.
Alex: How many did I get right?
Psychiatrist: It's not that kind of a test.

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Alex: 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?

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Alex: Mrs! It's a matter of life and death!

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P.R. Deltoid: Ah, Alex boy! Awake at last, yes? I met your mother on the way to work, yes? She gave me the key. 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 clear by this after lunch.
P.R. Deltoid: Or certainly by this evening, yes? The evening's the great time, isn't it, Alex?

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Alex: What are we gonna do? Talk about me sex life?
Psychiatrist: Oh, no. I'm going to show you some slides and you're going to tell me what you think about them. Alright?
Alex: Jolly good. Do you know anything about dreams?
Psychiatrist: Something, yes.
Alex: Do you know what they mean?
Psychiatrist: Perhaps. Are you concerned about something?
Alex: Oh, no, no... not concerned really. But I've been having this very nasty dream. Very nasty.
Psychiatrist: Now, each of these slides needs a reply from somebody in the picture. You tell me what you think the person would say. Alright?
Alex: Righty-right.