Sid and Nancy Page #5

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[Shouting]

[Screaming]

[Indistinct]

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Mom, guess what.

We got married.

Me and Sid.

Sid Vicious, you remember,

from the Sex Pistols.

Hello, mom.

Hello.

What? No.

You'll love him too.

[Chuckling]

Yeah.

So...

so, anyway,

why don't you send us a wedding

present for our honeymoon?

No, we don't

need any sheets.

Why don't you

send us some money?

Well, it's early there, right?

So you could go to american express, like,

right now before it closes...

and send us $200,

and then Sid could

pick it up here tomorrow,

like, first thing

when they open.

Why not?

I am so married.

I am!

What do you mean?

He loves me

more than you do!

Yes, I am!

No! Shut up!

Listen to me!

If you don't send us

the money right now,

we're both gonna

f***ing die!

You'd like that,

wouldn't you?

F*** you!

I f***in' hate them!

I f***ing hate them!

[Yells]

F***ing motherfuckers!

They wouldn't

send us any money!

They said we'd

spend it on drugs!

We would.

Myself

my beautiful self

no feelings

no feelings

no feelings

for anybody else

hello and good-bye

and runaway sue

follow me around

like a pretty pot of glue

I kick you in the head

you've got nothing to say

get out of my way

'cause I gotta get away

you never realize

I take the piss out of you

you come up and see me and I beat

you black and blue I'm bored!

I could be standing over at lions

and, like, pulling.

Punks don't go out pulling.

They go to f***ing boring gigs like this.

That's what

it's all about.

I ain't gonna be

a punk no more.

What you gonna be then,

clive, a skinhead?

I'm gonna be a rude boy,

like my dad.

There ain't no moonlight

after midnight

I see you silly people

out looking for delight

well, I'm so happy

and feeling so fine

I'm watching all the rubbish

you're wasting my time

I look around your house

you've got nothing to steal

I kick you in the brains

when you get down and kneel

and pray

phoebe,

how would you like to supervise

our Sidney for a month or two?

No way. Go on. You'd be a god

influence on the boy.

Why not? Infectious hepatitis,

loony girlfriend, drugs.

Boys will be boys.

It's time he went back

to his mum's.

Your Daddy's gone away

be back another day

see his picture

hangin' on your wall

f***. F***, f***,

f***, f***, f*** it!

What? What's the matter?

F*** it!

I can't find it,

my action man.

You mean G.I. Joe.

I had it in me hands five minutes ago.

I've had it since I was a kid.

It's very valuable.

I want to kill.

Wait, flying in,

telly Savalas.

[Screaming]

Oh, no.

Oh, no!

He's drowning!

We tried to save him,

but it was too late.

[Gunshots on TV]

I used to have

a special hair barbie.

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