"There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie, and Dim, Dim being really 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."

"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."

"What's it going to be then, eh?"

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

"I was cured, all right!"

"Oh bliss! Bliss and heaven! Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeousity made flesh."

"The Durango 95 purred away real horrorshow, a nice warm vibratey feeling all through your guttiwuts."

"Goodness comes from within. Goodness is chosen. When a man cannot choose, he ceases to be a man."

"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. He ceases to be a wrongdoer. He ceases also to be a creature capable of moral choice."

"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."

"The point is that it works."

"Does God want goodness or the choice of goodness? Is a man who chooses to be bad perhaps in some way better than a man who has the good imposed upon him?"

"If a man cannot choose, he ceases to be a man."

"No, no! NO! Stop it! Stop it, please! I beg you! This is sin! This is sin! Using Ludwig van like that! He did no harm to anyone. Beethoven just wrote music!"

"Sin? What's all this about sin?"

"So, you're keen on music? Can't be helped. Here's the punishment element perhaps."

"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'm cured! Praise God!"

"You're not cured yet, boy."

"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."

"I jumped, O my brothers, and I fell hard but I did not snuff it. If I had snuffed it, I would not be here to tell what I told have."

"As we walked along the flatblock marina, I was calm on the outside, but thinking all the time."

"But suddenly I viddied that thinking was for the gloopy ones and that the oomny ones use, like, inspiration and what Bog sends."

"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."

"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 yarbles, you eunuch jelly thou!"

"What did you do that for?"

"For being a bastard with no manners, and not a dook of an idea how to comport yourself public-wise, O my brother."

"Yarbles! Great bolshy yarblockos to you. I'll meet you with chain or nozh or britva anytime."

"Bedways is rightways now, so best we go homeways and get a bit of spatchka."

"Enjoying that are you my darlin'? 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."

"Well, go on, do me in you bastard cowards! I don't want to live anyway, not in a stinking world like this!"

"It's a stinking world because there's no law and order anymore! It's a stinking world because it lets the young get on to the old, like you done."

"What crime did you commit?"

"The accidental killing of a person, sir."

"He brutally murdered a woman, sir, in furtherance of theft. Fourteen years, sir!"

"Excellent. He's enterprising, aggressive, outgoing, young, bold, vicious. He'll do."

"This vicious young hoodlum will be transformed out of all recognition."

"Thank you very much for this chance, sir."

"I've just come from the hospital; your victim has died."

"You try to frighten me. Admit so, sir. This is some new form of torture."

"It'll be your own torture. I hope to God it'll torture you to madness."

"We study the problem. We've been studying it for damn well near a century, yes, but we get no further with our studies."

"You've got a good home here, good loving parents. You've got not too bad of a brain! Is it some devil that crawls inside of you?"

"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!"

"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."

"Is there something troubling you, my son? Don't be shy to speak up. Remember, I know of the urges that can trouble young men deprived of the society of women."

"I don't care about the dangers, Father. I just want to be good. I want for the rest of my life to be - one act of goodness."

"I don't understand about the whys and wherefores. I only know I want to be good."

"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?"

"Righty right."

"Isn't the plumage beautiful... Cabbages, knickers, uh, it's not got a... A BEAK!"

"My mind is a blank. Uh, and I'll smash your face for you, yarblockos!"

"You know what you can do with that watch? Stick it up your ass!"

"Eggiweggs. I would like... to smash them. And pick 'em all up, and THROW-"

"I was quite enjoying that."

"How many did I get right?"

"It's not that kind of a test, but you seem well on the way to making a complete recovery!"

"She was very badly raped, you see! We were assaulted by a gang of vicious, young, hoodlums in this house!"

"I was left a helpless cripple, but for her the agony was too great!"

"A VICTIM OF THE MODERN AGE! Poor, poor girl!"

"I tell you, sir, they have turned this young man into something other than a human being. He has no power of choice any more."

"He can be the most potent weapon imaginable to ensure that the Government is not returned at the next election."

"The common people will let it go. Oh yes, they'll sell liberty for a quieter life. That is why they must be led, sir, driven, pushed!"

"The tradition of liberty means all. The common people will let it go!"

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

"Hey dad, there's a strange fella sittin' on the sofa munchy-wunching lomticks of toast."

"That's Joe. He lives here now. The lodger, that's what he is. He rents your room."

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

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

"Initiative comes to thems that wait."

"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."

"We were all feeling a bit shagged and fagged and fashed, it being a night of no small energy expenditure, O my brothers and only friends."

"It's funny how the colours of the real world only seem really real when you viddy them on the screen."

"Do you still feel suicidal?"

"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."

"One moment of pain perhaps and, then, sleep for ever, and ever and ever."

"Punishment means nothing to them, you can see that. They enjoy their so-called punishment."

"You're absolutely right, sir."

"Shut your bleeding hole!"

"They have turned this young man into something other than a human being."

"A thingumajig cannot be bad or good, it can only be poorly made or well made."

"What's it going to be then, eh? There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs."

"They're all in hell, screaming in endless and unendurable agony! Their skin rotting and peeling!"

"Don't you laugh, damn you! Don't you laugh!"

"Well done, Frank. Julian, get the car, will you please?"

"The insincerity was clear to be seen. He ceases to be a wrongdoer. He ceases also to be a creature capable of moral choice."

"They're not interested in motives, in the higher ethics. They're only interested in cutting down crime."

"I could feel the old vomit rising in my gut, but I tried to fight it, like a good, brave, strong little man."

"You have proved to me that all this ultra-violence is wrong, wrong, and terribly wrong."

"I was cured, all right. A Clockwork Orange."

"Evil it may be, but this is a terrible price to pay for goodness."

"You will be transformed into a model citizen, a thing to be proud of."

"I like to viddy the old films now and then, even if it's only a short, short film."

"The next thing, I knew it was morning and I was lying in my bed with a horrible, horrible pain in my head."

"It's a stinking world because it lets the young get on to the old, like you done."

"I was singing into the great soul of the universe, and the universe was singing back."