Sid and Nancy Page #2

[Burping]

[Farting]

Evil.

[Burps]

[Farts]

[Woman]

Shut the f*** up! [Man] shut up!

F*** off!

Shut up.

Take me f***in' eye out.

Queer.

I'm starving.

I'm so hungry.

I want a pizza.

[Sniffs]

You smell like

a f***in' pizza.

Bollocks.

Shut up.

Nancy.

F***in' jesus christ.

You're not

getting anything.

What?

You heard.

F***ing americans. That's

all you ever think about... sex.

None of us fucks, see?

Sex is ugly.

None of your

free hippie love sh*t here.

You're insane.

Give me me blanket.

F*** off!

Linda.

Sh*t.

F***in' a**hole.

Linda.

How vile.

Sex is boring.

Ugly hippie sh*t.

F***in' insane too.

F***in' insane.

[Hard rock on stereo]

Get the darts, Paul.

Show me your hands.

Keep 'em where I can see 'em.

I'm watchin' you,

you bastards.

Hey, Paul.

You f*** off! F*** off!

Steady on, boys.

Bastards!

It's not funny.

You could stick me in the eye.

Put it in me brain.

I couldn't play the drums then.

You can't play the f***ing drums anyway.

Bollocks.

And speaking of c*nts

who can't play.

Hello, girls.

Where'd you get your perms?

You old Rod Stewart

look-alike.

You f***in' tick. Any chance

of running your mascara?

I don't mean to be

mundane or anything,

but I either need

the drugs or the money.

I'm broke. I need it.

It's 50 quid.

F*** you!

[John laughing]

Sh*t. You get

the f*** out!

[Woman]

Mr. Rotten, I'm so pleased...

four more pints, sid.

What do you think of Northern Ireland?

It's all right where it is.

[Sobbing]

What's the matter?

Are you all right?

No!

Why, do I look

all right?

That f***er in there

ripped me off for 50 quid.

The f***in' scumbag.

What, he stole it

from your purse?

Yeah, almost.

I mean, I gave it to him

the first night I was here.

F***. It's embarrassing.

Never trust a junkie.

Are they junkies,

are they?

Isn't everyone?

You think you can

get me some?

Maybe.

That looks like it hurts.

It does!

So does this.

You really want some?

Yeah.

Give me all your money.

Here.

There. Yeah, yeah, yeah, great.

I'll be back in an hour.

See you here.

At the pub.

[Thunderclap]

Sid, you coming

for a pint? Eh?

Oi, you f***in' wally,

shut the door. F*** off, tosser.

No, I'm waitin'

for this bird.

F***in' "a," man.

What's her name?

Nancy.

Nancy?

You mean that American bird,

the junkie?

[Thunderclap]

What? She ain't a junkie.

That friend of Linda's. Yeah, Nancy.

She's a junkie. F***in' wanker.

Yeah, well, anyway,

I'm waiting for her.

Come on,

I'm buying.

You f***ing tosser.

Come on.

What's the matter?

[Shouting]

[Thunderclap continues]

That's one thing you can't

say about me is I'm tight, you know.

I am wet.

Come on.

[Laughing]

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