The Filth and the Fury

John Lydon:
[remembering Sid Vicious] All's I can tell you is I could take on England, but I couldn't take on one heroin addict.

John Lydon:
[remembering Glen Matlock] If you talk like an arsehole, and look like and arsehole, then you're an arsehole.

Bill Grundy:
Are you worried or are you enjoying yourself?

Siouxsie Sioux:
I'm enjoying myself.

Bill Grundy:
Are you? That's what I thought you were doing.

Siouxsie Sioux:
I always wanted to meet you.

Bill Grundy:
We'll meet after, shall we?

Steve Jones:
You dirty sod! You dirty old man!

Bill Grundy:
Keep going, chief, keep going. You've got another 5 seconds. Say something outrageous.

Steve Jones:
You dirty bastard.

Bill Grundy:
Go on, again.

Steve Jones:
You dirty f***er.

Bill Grundy:
What a clever boy.

Steve Jones:
What a f***ing rotter.

Bill Grundy:
Well, that's it for tonight. The other rocker, Eamonn, and I'm saying nothing else about him, will be back tomorrow. I'll be seeing you soon, I hope. I'm not seeing you [the band] again. From me, though, goodnight. [Grundy then appears to mutter 'oh sh*t' under his breath]

Bill Grundy:
Beethoven, Mozart, Bach and Brahms have all died...

John Lydon:
They're all heroes of ours, ain't they?

Bill Grundy:
Really... what? What were you saying, sir?

John Lydon:
They're wonderful people.

Bill Grundy:
Are they?

John Lydon:
Oh yes, they really turn us on.

Steve Jones:
But they're dead!

Bill Grundy:
Well, suppose they turn other people on?

John Lydon:
[under his breath] That's just their tough sh*t.

Bill Grundy:
It's what?

John Lydon:
Nothing, a rude word. Next question.

Bill Grundy:
No, no, what was the rude word?

John Lydon:
Sh*t.

Bill Grundy:
Was it really? Good heavens, you frighten me to death.

John Lydon:
Oh, alright, Siegfried...