Sid and Nancy Quotes

[as Sid storms out]

Nancy: What about the farewell drugs?

[Nancy storms out of their flat in Sid's mother's clothes, then sees herself reflected in a window]

Nancy: AAGGHH! I look like fuckin' Stevie Nicks in hippie clothes!

Sid: How do you spell "holiday"?

John: S-H-I-T.

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?

Nancy: If I asked you to kill me, would you?

Sid: I don't know. How would I do it? I couldn't live without ya.

[getting off the phone with her parents]

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!

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.

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.

Sid: If it weren't for me mum's kindness, we'd be on the fucking streets!

Nancy: Yeah? And if it weren't for your own stupidity, we'd be living in our own apartment in Paris, France!

Sid: [playing on his bass] And we don't fucking care!

John: No, there's no "fucking". It's just "we don't care"

Steve: [playing darts in the pub] Get the darts Paul.

Paul: [checks their hands] Let me see your hands, keep 'em where I can see 'em. I'm watching you, you bastards.

[goes to the dart board]

Sid: Hey, Paul.

[Sid, John and Steve start throwing darts at him]

Paul: Fuck off. Fuck off!

Duke Bowman: Steady on boys.

Paul: Bastards! It's not funny! You could stick me in the eye; put it in my brains, I couldn't play the drums then.

Steve: You can't play the fuckin drums anyway.

John: You can't play the fuckin drums anyway.

Detective: [Sid has been arrested] Why so tense kid? Look, we just wanna know who the girl was. Where did you meet her? Son?

[hands him a cigarette]

Detective: Son.

Sid: [Takes a drag and sniffles] I met her at Linda's.

Detective: Linda? Who's Linda?

Nancy: What are ya doin here? You're in the studio, these places cost like fifty grand a minute. You could be really shining out! But what? You're just wonking off!

John: Wanking!

Nancy: What happened to you? Did you try and kiss your mother?

John: None of your business.

Brenda Winczor: John got beaten up by facists.

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 eighteen months to learn.

Sid: You need a driving license too.

Paul: And a set of golf clubs.

Nancy: Who's Dick Dent?

Brenda Winczor: He's just some wanky journalist who don't appreciate The Sex Pistols.

Sid: Why don't you shut up and fucking sing you twat.

Paul: You're well out of time, Sid.

Sid: Bollocks, you wanker.

Steve: Play the fucking song, will ya.

John: Ever get the feeling you've been cheated?

Rock Head: [on an exercise bike] So, it appears we are related.

John: [drinking from a bottle of vodka - he burps] Eh?

Rock Head: The press. They're callin' me the "Big Daddy of Punk"

[he looks at Sid and Nancy kissing and groping on the bed]

Rock Head: Lovely couple.

John: Fuck you, Rock Head. What the fuck are you doin' here anyway? I think I'm gonna fuckin' puke!

[burps again]

Sid: [in a taxi on the way to the airport] I wish we wasn't breaking up.

Phoebe: Well it's a bit late for that isn't it? Paul and Steve are flying to Rio, Malcom's in London, John's in New York.

Sid: Yeah, great. What am I gonna do?

Phoebe: Anything you like; you're a free agent now.

Sid: I'll go home; see Nancy.

Phoebe: Yeah, well do that.

Sid: Master Kung Fu.

Phoebe: Look try and get off the heroin OK? Come on promise.

Sid: Ok.

Phoebe: And cut back on the drinking all right?

Sid: Yeah all right, all right I promise! Cross me heart and hope to die

[he smirks]

Nancy: [Pointing] No! Look, that's the Rollerama. Sid, I won a roller skating trophy there when I was six years old.

Granma: Nancy, don't fib.

Nancy: Fuck you, Grandma.

Sid: Where's the bloody soap?

Nancy: Up your ass!