100+ Best A Clockwork Orange Quotes: Exclusive Selection

A Clockwork Orange is a 1971 dystopian crime film adapted, produced, and directed by Stanley Kubrick, based on Anthony Burgess’s 1962 novel of the same name. Profoundly inspirational A Clockwork Orange quotes will encourage you to think a little deeper than you usually would and broaden your perspective.

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Famous A Clockwork Orange Quotes

Alex: Enjoying that are you my darlin’? Bit cold and pointless isn’t it my lovely? What’s happened to yours my little sister?

Alex: It’s funny how the colors of the real world only seem really real when you viddy them on the screen.

Chief Guard: He brutally murdered a woman, sir, in furtherance of theft. Fourteen years, sir!

Psychiatrist: Yes, well don’t think about it too long. Just say the first thing that pops into your mind.

Alex: Bliss and heaven! Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeousity made flesh. It was like a bird of rarest-spun heaven metal or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now. As I slooshied, I knew such lovely pictures!

Alex: What you got back home, little sister, to play your fuzzy warbles on? I bet you got, say, pitiful, portable picnic players. Come with uncle and hear all proper! Hear angels’ trumpets and devils’ trombones. You are invited!

Alex: What are we gonna do? Talk about me sex life?

Alex: No. No! NO! Stop it! Stop it, please! I beg you! This is sin! This is sin! This is sin! It’s a sin, it’s a sin, it’s a sin! Dr. Brodsky: Sin? What’s all this about sin? Alex: That! Using Ludwig van like that! He did no harm to anyone. Beethoven just wrote music! Dr. Brodsky: Are you referring to the background score?

Alex: Oh bliss! Bliss and heaven! Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeousity made flesh. It was like a bird of rarest-spun heaven metal or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now. As I slooshied, I knew such lovely pictures!

Prison Chaplain: What’s it going to be, eh? Is it going to be in and out of institutions like this? Well, more in and out for most of ya! Or are you going to attend to the Divine Word and realise the punishments that await unrepentant sinners in the next world as well as this? A lot of idiots you are, selling your own birthright for a saucer of cold porridge! The thrill of theft! Of violence! The urge to live easy! Well, I ask you what is it worth when we have undeniable truth – yes! Incontrovertible evidence that Hell exists! I know! I know my friends! I have been informed in visions that there is a place darker than any prison, hotter than any flame of human fire, where souls of unrepentant criminal sinners like yourselves…!Prison Chaplain: Don’t you laugh, damn you! Don’t you laugh! I say like yourselves scream in endless and unendurable agony! Their skin rotting and peeling! A fireball spinning in their screaming guts! I know! Oh yes, I know!

Alex: Viddy well, little brother. Viddy well.

Alex: As an unmuddied lake, Fred. As clear as an azure sky of deepest summer. You can rely on me, Fred.

Alex: And the first thing that flashed into my gulliver was that I’d like to have her right down there on the floor with the old in-out, real savage.

Alex: I’ve suffered the tortures of the damned, sirAlex: – tortures of the damned.

Alex: Come and get one in the yarbles! If you have any yarbles that is!

Prison Chaplain: Choice! The boy has not a real choice, has he? Self-interest, the fear of physical pain drove him to that grotesque act of self-abasement. The insincerity was clear to be seen. He ceases to be a wrongdoer. He ceases also to be a creature capable of moral choice.Minister: Padre, there are subtleties! We are not concerned with motives, with the higher ethics. We are concerned only with cutting down crime and with relieving the ghastly congestion in our prisons. He will be your true Christian, ready to turn the other cheek, ready to be crucified rather than crucify, sick to the heart at the thought of killing a fly. Reclamation! Joy before the angels of God! The point is that it works.

Tramp: It’s a stinking world because there’s no law and order anymore! It’s a stinking world because it lets the young get on to the old, like you done. Oh, it’s no world for an old man any longer. What sort of a world is it at all? Men on the moon, and men spinning around the earth, and there’s not no attention paid to earthly law and order no more.

Alex: I’m singing in the rain. Just singing in the rain. What a glorious feelin’ I’m happy again. Alex: I’m singing in the rain. Just singing in the rain. What a glorious feelin’ I’m happy again.

Dim: What did you do that for?Alex: For being a bastard with no manners, you haven’t a dook of an idea how to comport yourself public-wise, O my brother!Dim: I don’t like you should do what you’ve done and I’m not your brother no more and wouldn’t want to be.Alex: Watch that, do watch that O Dim, if to continue to be on live thou, dost wist?Dim: Yarbles! Great bolshy yarblockos to you. I’ll meet you with chain or nozh or britva anytime. I’m not having you aiming tolchocks at me reasonless. It stands to reason, I won’t have it.Alex: A nozh scrap anytime you say.Dim: Doobiedoob, a bit tired maybe, best not to say more. Bedways is rightways now, so best we go homeways and get a bit of spatchka. Right-right?

Alex: Let’s get things nice & sparkling clear.

Cat Lady: Cut the shit, sonny.

Alex: Excuse me, Mrs. Can you please help? There’s been a terrible accident! My friend’s in the middle of the road bleeding to death! Can I please use your telephone for an ambulance?

Alex: We were all feeling a bit shagged and fagged and fashed, it being a night of no small expenditure.

Minister: What crime did you commit?Alex: The accidental killing of a person, sir.Chief Guard Barnes: He brutally murdered a woman, sir, in furtherance of theft. Fourteen years, sir!Minister: Excellent. He’s enterprising, aggressive, outgoing, young, bold, vicious. He’ll do.Governor: Well, fine, we could still look at C-block…Minister: No, no, no. That’s enough. He’s perfect. I want his records sent to me. This vicious young hoodlum will be transformed out of all recognition.Alex: Thank you very much for this chance, sir.Minister: Let’s hope you make the most of it, my boy.

Chief Guard: Are you now, or have you ever been a homosexual? Alex: [smiling] No, sir. Alex: No, sir.

Alex: Hey dad, there’s a strange fella sittin’ on the sofa munchy-wunching lomticks of toast. Dad: That’s Joe. He lives here now. The lodger, that’s what he is. He rents your room.

Psychiatrist: What do you want? Psychiatrist: What do you want? Alex: Uh, no time for the ol’ in-out, love. I’ve just come to read the meter!

Mr. Frank Alexander: Then, by God, you’ve been sent here by providence! Tortured in prison, then thrown out to be tortured by the police. My heart goes out to you, poor, poor boy. Oh, you are not the first to come here in distress. The police are fond of bringing their victims to the outskirts of this village. But it is providential that you, who are also another kind of victim should come here.

Alex: Oh bliss! Bliss and heaven! Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeousity made flesh. It was like a bird of rarest-spun heaven metal or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now. As I slooshied, I knew such lovely pictures!

Alex: There was nothing I hated more than to see a filthy old drunkie, a-howling away at the filthy songs of his fathers and going blurp blurp in between as if it were a filthy old orchestra in his stinking rotten guts. I could never stand to see anyone like that, especially when they were old like this one was.

Mr. Frank Alexander: Oh, but you’re cold and shivering. Julian, draw a bath for this young man.

Alex: Yes, sir, and a very lonely place it is too, sir, when I wake up in the middle of the night with my pain.

Alex: Hi, hi, hi, Mr. Deltoid!

Minister: Public opinion has a way of changing.

Alex: So now it was to be Georgie the General, saying what we should do and what not to do, with Dim as his mindless grinning bulldog. But then I viddied that thinking is for the gloopy ones and the oomny ones use, like, inspiration and what Bog sends. For now it was lovely music that came to my aid, there was a window open with the stereo on and I viddied right at once what to do.

Alex: Oh? And what’s so stinking about it?

Georgie: Evidence of the ol’ glassies! Nothing up our sleeves, no magic little Alex! A job for two who are now of job age! The police!

Tramp: Go on, do me in you bastard cowards! I don’t want to live anyway,not in a stinking world like this one!Alex: Oh? And what’s so stinking about it?

Minister: You seem to have a whole ward to yourself, my boy.Alex: Yes, sir, and a very lovely place it is too, sir, when I wake up in the middle of the night with my pain.Minister: Yes… well, good to see you on the mend!

Alex: Yes, sir! That’s exactly who I am and what I am, sir. A victim, sir!

Minister: This vicious young hoodlum will be transformed out of all recognition. Alex: Alex replies: Thank you very much for this chance, sir. Constable: Minister replies: Let’s hope you make the most of it, my boy.

Minister: Padre, there are subtleties! We are not concerned with motives, with the higher ethics. We are concerned only with cutting down crime and with relieving the ghastly congestion in our prisons. He will be your true Christian, ready to turn the other cheek, ready to be crucified rather than crucify, sick to the heart at the thought of killing a fly. Reclamation! Joy before the angels of God! The point is that it works.

Alex: I’ve taught you much, my little droogies.

Alex: Hi, hi, hi there! At last we meet. Our brief govoreet through the letter-hole was not, shall we say, satisfactory, yes?

Minister: As I was saying, Alex, you can be instrumental in changing the public verdict. Do you understand, Alex? Have I made myself clear?Alex: As an unmuddied lake, Fred. As clear as an azure sky of deepest summer. You can rely on me, Fred.

Alex: As we walked along the flatblock marina, I was calm on the outside but thinking all the time, so now it was to be Georgie the General, saying what we should do and what not to do, and Dim as his mindless, grinning bulldog. But, suddenly, I viddied that thinking was for the gloopy ones and that the oomny ones use like inspiration and what Bog sends; for now it was lovely music that came to my aid. There was a window open with a stereo on, and I viddied right at once what to do…

Alex: It had been a wonderful evening and what I needed now, to give it the perfect ending, was a little of the Ludwig Von.

Alex: [while torturing Frank & his wife; singing] I’m Singing in the Rain, just Singing in the Rain. What a glorious feeling, I’m happy again…

Frank Alexander: She was very badly raped, you see! We were assaulted by a gang of vicious, young, hoodlums in this house! In this very room you are sitting in now! I was left a helpless cripple, but for her the agony was too great! The doctor said it was pneumonia; because it happened some months later! During a flu epidemic! The doctors told me it was pneumonia, but I knew what it was! A VICTIM OF THE MODERN AGE! Poor, poor girl!

Alex: No. No! NO! Stop it! Stop it, please! I beg you! This is sin! This is sin! This is sin! It’s a sin, it’s a sin, it’s a sin!Dr. Brodsky: Sin? What’s all this about sin?Alex: That! Using Ludwig van like that! He did no harm to anyone. Beethoven just wrote music!Dr. Branom: Are you referring to the background score?Alex: Yes.Dr. Branom: You’ve heard Beethoven before?Alex: Yes!Dr. Brodsky: So, you’re keen on music?Alex: YES!Dr. Brodsky: Can’t be helped. Here’s the punishment element perhaps.

P.R. Deltoid: Do I make myself clear? Minister of Interior: Do I make myself clear? Alex: As an unwanted leg. Alex: As clear as an unmuddied lake.

Alex: i was cured all right Alex: I was cured, all right!

Alex: There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie, and Dim, and we sat in the Korova Milkbar trying to make up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening. The Korova milkbar sold milk-plus, milk plus vellocet or synthemesc or drencrom, which is what we were drinking. This would sharpen you up and make you ready for a bit of the old ultra-violence.

Alex: And would you believe it, o my brothers and only friends. There was your faithful narrator being held helpless, like a babe in arms, and suddenly realizing where he was and why home on the gate had looked so familiar, but I knew I was safe. For in those care-free days, I and my so-called droogies wore our maskies, which were like real horror-show disguises.

Alex: I jumped, O my brothers, and I fell hard but I did not snuff it, oh no. if I had snuffed it, I would not be here to tell what I have told.

Alex: Ho, ho, ho! Well, if it isn’t fat stinking billy goat Billy Boy in poison! How art thou, thou globby bottle of cheap, stinking chip oil? Come and get one in the yarbles, if ya have any yarbles, you eunuch jelly thou!

Alex: Eggiwegs! I would like… to smash them!

P.R. Deltoid: I’ve just come from the hospital; your victim has died.Alex: You try to frighten me. Admit so, sir. This is some new form of torture. Say it, Brother Sir.P.R. Deltoid: It’ll be your own torture. I hope to God it’ll torture you to madness.

Alex: Suddenly, I viddied what I had to do, and what I had wanted to do, and that was to do myself in; to snuff it, to blast off for ever out of this wicked, cruel world. One moment of pain perhaps and, then, sleep for ever, and ever and ever.

Tramp: In Dublin’s fair city / Where the girls are so pretty, / I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone. / As she wheel’d her wheel barrow, / Thro’ streets broad and narrow, / Crying cockles and mussels alive alive O! / alive, alive O! Alive, alive O! / Crying Cockles and Mussels alive, alive O! / As everybody’s knowing, You’ve got a decent tongue, / Whene’er it’s set agoing. Tramp: In Dublin’s fair city / Where the girls are so pretty, / I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone. / As she wheel’d her wheel barrow, / Thro’ streets broad and narrow, / Crying ‘cockles and mussels alive alive O!’ / ‘alive, alive O! Alive, alive O! / Crying Cockles and Mussels alive, alive O!’ / As everybody’s knowing, You’ve got a decent tongue, / Whene’er it’s set agoing.

Alex: Welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, well. To what do I owe the extreme pleasure of this surprising visit?

Chief Guard: Shut your filthy hole, you scum!

Frank Alexander: Food alright?Alex: Great sir, great!Frank Alexander: Try the wine!

Alex: It had been a wonderful evening and what I needed now, to give it the perfect ending, was a little of the Ludwig Van.

Alex: Appy-polly-loggies. I had something of a pain in my gulliver so I had to sleep. I was not awakened when I gave orders for awakening.

Alex: You know what you can do with that watch? Stick it up your arse!

Dim: Well. Well, well. Well, well, well, well, if it isn’t little Alex. Long time no viddy, droog. How goes?

Alex: a little of the old ultra-violence….. Alex: A little of the old ultra-violence.

Alex: Your wife sir? Is she away? Mr. Frank Alexander: No. She’s dead.

Minister: Oh, yes. I understand you’re fond of music. I have arranged a little surprise for you.Alex: Surprise?Minister: One that I hope that you will like. As a um… how shall we put it? As a symbol of our new understanding. An understanding between two friends.

Alex: It’s impossible! I can’t believe it!Georgie: Evidence of the ol’ glassies! Nothing up our sleeves, no magic little Alex! A job for two who are now of job age! The police!

Alex: Hey, dad… there’s a strange fella sitting in the sofa. Munchy-wunching lobschticks of toast.

Alex: What we were after now was the old surprise visit. That was a real kick and good for laughs and lashings of the old ultraviolence.

Alex: I jumped, O my brothers, and I fell hard but I did not snuff it, oh no. if I had snuffed it, I would not be here to tell what I have told. Alex: I jumped, O my brothers, and I fell hard but I did not snuff it, oh no. If I had snuffed it, I would not be here to tell what I have told.

Chief Guard: Are you able to see the white line painted on the floor directly behind you, Six-Double-Five-Three-Two-One? Alex: Yes, sir. Chief Guard: Then your toes belong on the OTHER side of it! Chief Guard: Then your toes belong on the other side of it!

Mum: Well, like he says, it’s mostly odd things he does. Helping like… here and there as it might be.

Minister: Punishment means nothing to them, you can see that. They enjoy their so-called punishment.Alex: You’re absolutely right, sir.

Prison Chaplain: If a man cannot choose, he ceases to be a man.

Alex: The Korova Milkbar sold milk plus, milk plus vellocet or sythemesc or drencom, which is what we were drinking. This would sharpen you up and make you ready for a bit of old the ultra-violence. Tramp: Go on, do me in you bastard cowards! I don’t want to live anyway, not in a stinking world like this one. (to Alex) Tramp: Go on, do me in you bastard cowards! I don’t want to live anyway, not in a stinking world like this one. [to Alex] Alex: (replies Alex): Oh? And what’s so stinking about it? Alex: Oh? And what’s so stinking about it?

Alex: You needn’t take it any further, sir. You’ve proved to me that all this ultraviolence and killing is wrong, wrong, and terribly wrong. I’ve learned me lesson, sir. I’ve seen now what I’ve never seen before. I’m cured! Praise god! Dr. Brodsky: You’re not cured yet, boy.

Prison Chaplain: Goodness comes from within. Goodness is chosen. When a man cannot choose, he ceases to be a man.

Alex: The Durango ’95 purred away a real horrowshow – a nice, warm vibraty feeling all through your guttiwuts. And soon it was trees and dark, my brothers, with real country dark.

Alex: No time for the old in-out, love, I’ve just come to read the meter.

Alex: How art thou?! Thou bottle of cheap, stinking chip oil.

Alex: It’s funny how the colors of the real world only seem really real when you viddy them on the screen.

Alex: Initiative comes to thems that wait.

Alex: I woke up. The pain and sickness all over me like an animal. Then I realized what it was. The music coming up from the floor was our old friend, Ludwig Van, and the dreaded Ninth Symphony.

Alex: So I waited and, O my brothers, I got a lot better munching away at eggiwegs, and lomticks of toast and lovely steakiwegs and then, one day, they said I was going to have a very special visitor. Alex: So I waited and, my brothers, I got a lot better munching away at eggiwegs, and lomticks of toast and lovely steakiwegs and then, one day, they said I was going to have a very special visitor.

Chief Guard Barnes: Are you able to see the white line painted on the floor directly behind you, Six-Double-Five-Three-Two-One?Alex: Yes, sir.Chief Guard Barnes: Then your pose belongs ON THE OTHER SIDE OF IT!

Tramp: Could you spare some cutter, me brother?

C.I.D. Official: The end of the line, yes?

Alex: There were some sophistos from the TV studio right around the corner. The devotchka was smiling away… jollying and vigoreeting. Then suddenly, my friends, the disc on the stereo faded out. And in the short lapse before the other one started, she came in with a burst of singing…

Alex: One thing I could never stand was to see a filthy dirty old drunky howling away at the filthy songs of his fathers and going blurp blurp in between as it might be a filthy old orchestra in his stinking rotten guts;I could never stand to see anyone like that. whatever his age might be, but more especially when he was real old like this one was.

Chief Guard Barnes: Pick that up and put it down properly!

Alex: …..in out, in out….. Alex: In out, in out.

Alex: Well, well, well! Well if it isn’t fat stinking billy goat Billy Boy in poison! How art thou, thou globby bottle of cheap stinking chip oil? Come and get one in the yarbles, if ya have any yarble, ya eunuch jelly thou!

Alex: I was cured alright.

Prison Chaplain: Choice! The boy has not a real choice, has he? Self-interest, the fear of physical pain drove him to that grotesque act of self-abasement. The insincerity was clear to be seen. He ceases to be a wrongdoer. He ceases also to be a creature capable of moral choice.

Alex: Naughty, naughty, naughty! You filthy old soomka!

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