Sid and Nancy (1986)

Andrew Schofield: John

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Quotes 

• 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.

• 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 : How do you spell "holiday"?

  John : S-H-I-T.

• John : Go on, Sidney. Spray the beast.

• Sid : [practicing a song]  We don't fucking care

  John : No. No "fucking." It's just, "We don't care."

• 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?

• John : There's Dick Dent.

  Nancy : Who's Dick Dent?

  Linda : He's just some wankin' journalist that don't appreciate the Sex Pistols.

  John : Go get him, Sidney. Go!

• John : You're not gettin' anything.

  Nancy : What?

  John : You heard. Fuckin' Americans. That's all you ever think about: sex. None of us fucks, see? Sex is ugly. None of your free hippie love shit here.

• Phoebe : I know what you're feeling. I know how important your relationship is. But if you two wanna stay together, we'll just have to find another bass player.

  Nancy : Sid Vicious is the Sex Pistols.

  John : Bollocks.

• 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.

• John : What's for tea?

  Linda : Baked beans or champagne.