A bit cold and pointless, isn't it, my lovely? What's happened to yours, my little sister? (...) What you got back home, little sister, to play your fuzzy warbles on? I bet you got little, save pitiful portable picnic players. Come with uncle and hear all proper. Hear angel trumpets and devil trombones. You are invited.
More from A Clockwork Orange
Alex DeLarge I had not cut into any of Dim's main cables and so, with the help of a clean tashtook, the red, red kroovy soon stopped, and it did not take long to quieten the two wounded soldiers, down in the snug of the Duke of New York. Now they knew who was Master and Leader. Sheep, thought I, but a real leader knows always when like to give and show generous to his unders.
Alex DeLarge Initiative comes to thems that wait.
Alex DeLarge Naughty, naughty, naughty. You filthy old soomka.
A Clockwork Orange
All A Clockwork Orange quotes →
All A Clockwork Orange quotes →