Alex: It's funny how the colors of the real world only seem really real when you viddy them on the screen.
[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.
Prison Chaplain: Goodness is something to be chosen. When a man cannot choose he ceases to be a man.
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.
[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!
Alex: Welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, well. To what do I owe the extreme pleasure of this surprising visit?
Psychiatrist: Now then. Each of the slides needs a reply from one of the people in the picture. You tell me what you think the person would say. Alright?
Alex: Righty right.
Psychiatrist: [Changes to a slide with two people looking at a peacock] "Isn't the plumage beautiful?"
Alex: I just say what the other
person would say?
Psychiatrist: Yes.
Alex: Isn't the plumage beautiful...
Psychiatrist: Oh yes well don't think about it too long, just say the first thing that pops into your mind.
Alex: Cabbages, knickers, uh, it's not got a... A BEAK!
[laughs]
Psychiatrist: Good.
[Changes to a slide with a women and two boys]
Psychiatrist: "The boy you always quarrelled with is seriously ill."
Alex: My mind is a blank. Uh, and I'll smash your face for you, yarblockos!
[laughs]
Psychiatrist: Good.
[Changes slide to a man climbing into a naked woman's bedroom]
Psychiatrist: "What do you want?"
Alex: Uh, no time for the ol' in-out, love. I've just come to read the meter!
Psychiatrist: Good.
[Changes slide to a man in a clock store]
Psychiatrist: "You sold me a crummy watch, I want my money back."
Alex: You know what you can do with that
watch? Stick it up your ass!
[laughs]
Psychiatrist: Good.
[Changes slide to woman handing bird eggs to a man]
Psychiatrist: "You can do whatever you like with these."
Alex: Eggiweggs. I would like... to smash them. And pick 'em all up, and THROW-
[moves injured arm]
Alex: OW!
Fucking hell!
Psychiatrist: Well there, that's all there is to it. Are you alright?
Alex: Hope so. 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, but you seem well on the way to making a complete recovery!
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 don't like you should do what you 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 wish.
Dim: Yarbles! Great bolshy yarblockos to you. I'll meet you with chain or nozh or britva anytime, not having you aiming tolchocks at me reasonless. Well, it stands to reason I won't 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: We were all feeling a bit shagged and fagged and fashed, it being a night of no small expenditure.