Sid and Nancy

— If I asked you to kill me, would you?
— What... what would i do? I couldn't live without you.
— You'd kill yourself too, then?

— Oi, how do you spell holiday?
— S-h-i-t.

'Cause smack is the great controller. Keeps the people stupid... when they could be smart.

— I hate this fucking life.
— No, this is... this is just a rough patch.

Never trust a junkie.

— What are you waiting for?
— Bowery?
— Bowery doesn't fucking matter.
— What does?
— You.
— And?
— You.

— Your mum says you're a nice boy. Any comment?
— Nancy! Not my hair! Bloody hell!

I will never look like Barbie. Barbie has no bruises.

Sex is ugly. None of your free hippie love shit here.