The Great Rock 'n' Roll Swindle

The Embezzler:
(How to Manufacture Your Group) "Find yourself four kids. Make sure they hate eachother. Make sure they can't play."

The Embezzler:
Helen, never trust a hippie.

The Gimmick:
And now, the end is near, and so I face- the final curtain. Ha ha ha!

The Gimmick:
Ok, ready to rock!

The Embezzler:
Lesson seven: cultivate hatred; it is your greatest asset. Here at home, create a tour that no one can turn up to. Throw the groups name away, and leave a question mark in its place. Create confusion. The Sex Pistols made sure that they failed to turn up at certain venues. Reading false rumours wherever they could.

The Gimmick:
We're better than anyone, ain't we? Except for The Eagles; The Eagles are better than us.

Girl with ants on face:
The Sex Pistols - a walking abortion. The Sex Pistols are nothing but a bunch of irresponsible half-dead lumps. But the best are born.

The Crook:
I was only in it for the birds after the show.

Girl with ants on face:
You, Steve Jones, are nothing but a walking dildo doing a good plumbing job. You'd swim through a river of snot, wade nostril deep through a mile of vomit, as long as you thought there was a sexy c*nt at the end of it - and those c*nts! Daddy's girl! Daddy's girls are in awe of the Sex Pistols! They really believe that what they're grooving to bores them to sh*t! Daddy's girls are just hot water bottles with tits. Why are they so f***ing successful, the Sex Pistols? And the Sex Pistols like death, it excites them sexually. In the end, you see, it all comes down to one thing: they have a sort of negative Midas touch - everything they touch turns to sh*t!

The Embezzler:
With the line-up complete, we immediately set about to putting our plan into effect: to swindle ours way to the top of the rock and roll industry. It was a plan that within 2 years was bring us close on a million pounds, and a household name as the most notorious, filthy, disgusting, dirtiest rock and roll band in your bloody world.