Quadrophenia

Steph:
Going to be one of the faces?

Jimmy:
What do you mean going to be? I AM one of the faces!

Kev:
I don't give a monkey's arsehole about Mods and Rockers. Underneath, we're all the same, 'n't we?

Jimmy:
No, Kev, that's it. Look, I don't wanna be the same as everybody else. That's why I'm a Mod, see? I mean, you gotta be somebody, ain't ya, or you might as well jump in the sea and drown.

Jimmy:
'Ere, I never realized.

Kev:
Never realized what?

Jimmy:
You's a rocker.

Kev:
What, am I black or something?

Jimmy:
Well you ain't exactly white in that sort of get up, are you?

Jimmy:
Bellboyyyyyy!

Ur rolls have all got scabs on em and ur tomato sauce is all watered down.

Oh don’t she what do you f***in know eh,

[Sneaking in late at night, Jimmy finds his mother and father on the couch in front of the TV. Mother is unhappily watching a program while father is passed out next to her.]

Mrs. Cooper (Jimmy's mother):
Where you been?

Jimmy:
Fell asleep on the train. I wound up in bloody Neasden.

Mrs. Cooper (Jimmy's mother):
Ridin' about on them motorbikes all night, I'm not surprised. It's not normal.

Jimmy:
Oh, yeah? What's normal, then?

Kev:
That's why I joined the army, to be different. But it don't matter where you go, there's always some c*nt with stars and stripes wants to tell you what to do.

Jimmy:
[after finding Dave in bed with some girl] What the hell are you doing?

Dave:
What do you think I'm doing?

Father:
What's this rubbish, then?

Jimmy:
[watching The Who on TV] Ready Steady Go!

Father:
Ready what?

Jimmy:
Ready Steady Go!

Father:
Ready Steady Go? Bunch of louts. Bloody moron. I suppose they wear wet jeans n'all, do they? Hey? What? What? Is that how you're supposed to play a guitar now, then? Hey? Oh, gawd help us. Here, have you seen this?

Mother:
I haven't got time for all that rubbish.

Father:
I can sing better than that little ape. You call that singing? Sounds like a drowned dog. That'll make you deaf, you know.

Jimmy:
You and Pete getting a bit strong, then?

Steph:
Nah, 'course not. He's a laugh, that's all.

Jimmy:
Bit flash, though, ain't he?

Steph:
I wouldn't be with him otherwise, would I?

Mr. Fulford:
Mr. Cale tells me that you spent the weekend in Brighton. I imagine you were involved some extent in the disturbances there?

Jimmy:
Yeah, I was there.

Mr. Fulford:
Weren't arrested or detained or anything like that were you?

Jimmy:
No.

Mr. Fulford:
I must say I find your attitude fairly incomprehensible. I feel I must warn you, Cooper, that we can't tolerate this kind of absenteeism amongst our junior staff. You've a good steady job here, Cooper. Plenty of young men would give their eye teeth to be in your shoes.

Jimmy:
Yeah? Well, find one, then!

Mr. Fulford:
I beg your pardon?

Jimmy:
You heard. I said find one, then! Yeah, I'll tell you what you can do with your eye teeth and your job, you can take that mail and that franking machine and all that other rubbish I have to go about with and you can stuff 'em right up your arse!

Magistrate:
It seems strange to see this procession of miserable specimens. So different from the strutting hooligans of yesterday, who came here to pollute the air of this town. Yes. These long-haired, mentally unstable, petty little hoodlums. These sawdust Caesars, who can only find courage, like rats, by hunting in packs, came to Brighton with the avowed intent of interfering with the life and property of its inhabitants. And so far as the law gives us power, this court will not fail to use the prescribed penalties. It may perhaps discourage you, and others of your kidney who are infected with this vicious virus, that you be ordered to pay a fine of 75 pounds.

Ace Face:
I'll pay now if you don't mind. You haven't got a pen, have you, Your Honour?

Dave:
You're f***ing mad, you are, getting chucked out. You should have stayed around. You would've been well in.

Jimmy:
What d'you mean?

Dave:
She was all on her Jack Jones, wasn't she?

Jimmy:
Steph?

Dave:
Yeah. F***ing Fenton gets off with this beatnik chick. And she's all on her own, ain't she. Well, I'll tell you, I would've been up her like a f***in' ferret. Well, if I hadn't know that you and her were so...

Jimmy:
So what? I ain't gone on her, you know.

Dave:
Leave it out, everybody knows you fancy her. I reckon she's a right good bunk-up, lads.

Jimmy:
Oh, you animal!

Mother:
Drugs and filthy pictures! Running riot everywhere! You're a little animal, you are. You wanna be locked up! I've done my best, look what I've got for it! A bloody mad thing! You're a little savage! Get out of my house! Go on! Get out!

Jimmy:
All right.

Mother:
You're no son of mine!

Jimmy:
Nothing seems right, apart from Brighton. I mean, Brighton was OK. Going to court with the Ace and that. And, like, I was a mod there, you know? I mean that's something, innit, eh?

Steph:
Oh, what are you talkin' about? Brighton was a laugh. That's why we went down. It was a giggle, that's all.

Jimmy:
Oh, yeah? And me and you, then? Was that just a giggle?

Steph:
Oh, what do you think? All right, so I fancied you. We had it off together. But that don't mean nothin', does it?

Jimmy:
It did to f***in' me!

James Michael "Jimmy" Cooper:
[notices Ace Face working as a bellboy in a hotel] Bellboy! BELLBOY!

James Michael "Jimmy" Cooper:
[shouts from the cliff top after deciding not to be a mod] Me!

James Michael "Jimmy" Cooper:
[shouts while leaving to attack the rockers who attacked Spider] We're gonna murder 'em! we're gonna f***in' murder 'em!

James Michael "Jimmy" Cooper:
You shut up and piss off! You're all wankers and c*nts! Wankers and c*nts!

Peter Fenton:
If you don't work, you don't get paid no money. And I like money.

Peter Fenton:
You'll be getting like them bloody beatniks before you know it. Ban the bomb and do f*** all for a living pouncing about all day.

Father:
You're barmy, you are, staying out all hours. Getting up to God-knows-what, dressing up like a freak. Stand still when I'm talking to you. Wouldn't be at all surprised if you're not on drugs. I know what you get up to down that club, you and your mates. You've gotta be part of a gang, haven't you? Gotta be a mod, or this, or that. Haven't you got a mind of your own?