Frasi

Malcolm: But Sidney's more than a mere bass player [...] D
Sid: Why don't you shut up and fucking sing you tw [...] D
[Nancy storms out of their flat in Sid's mother's [...] D
Nancy: Boring, Sidney, Boring! D
Bowery Snax, drug dealer: Sid, Nance, pull up your [...] D
Nancy: I hate my fuckin' life. Sid: This is just [...] D
Malcolm: Phoebe - how would you like to supervise [...] D
Sid: [in a taxi on the way to the airport] I wish [...] D
Nancy: What are ya doin here? You're in the studio [...] D
Sid: 'Ere, speakin of cunts who can't play. Hello [...] D
Paul: Fucking cabbies, that's what we should be. M [...] D
Sid: Where's the bloody soap? Nancy: Up your ass! D
Sid: How do you spell "holiday"? John: S-H-I-T. D
Clive: I'm gonna be a rude boy. Like my dad. D
Sid: [playing on his bass] And we don't fucking ca [...] D
Nancy: Who's Dick Dent? Brenda Winczor: He's just [...] D
Detective: [Sid has been arrested] Why so tense ki [...] D
Sid: If it weren't for me mum's kindness, we'd be [...] D
Sid: You know, I was so bored once that I fucked a [...] D
Nancy: I don't think that Johnny likes me. Sid: H [...] D
[getting off the phone with her parents] Nancy: I [...] D
Sid: We don't fucking care. D
Nancy: If I asked you to kill me, would you? Sid: [...] D
Rock Head: [on an exercise bike] So, it appears we [...] D
Nancy: It's a real waste to smoke that shit. Don't [...] D
Nancy: [Pointing] No! Look, that's the Rollerama. [...] D
Nancy: Never trust a junkie. D
John: Go on, Sidney. Spray the beast. D
Steve: [playing darts in the pub] Get the darts Pa [...] D
Nancy: I'll never look like Barbie. Barbie doesn't [...] D
[as Sid storms out] Nancy: What about the farewel [...] D