The Tramp in A Clockwork Orange DOESN'T HAVE A DOG

 Sin? What's all this about sin?

[Alex has the tramp pinned down]

Tramp: 

Well, go on, do me in you bastard cowards! 

I don't want to live anyway, 

not in a Stinking World like this!

Alex: 

Oh..? And what's so stinking about it...?

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!

[He starts singing another song, and Alex and his droogs proceed to beat him]

CHARLIE MURPHY: 

Cause Rick is incorrigible. 

He shows up at my brother's house, fucked up.

CHAPPELLE as RICK: 

Nice place, nigger!

CHARLIE MURPHY: 

So he had these dirty cowboy boots on. 

Pushed us out of the way, barged in the house. 

My brother had these brand new couches, they were suede, right? And he gets on the couch and says...

CHAPPELLE as RICK: 

ha!

CHARLIE MURPHY: 

And just started grinding mud all into the couch, man.

RICK JAMES: 

Yeah, I remember grinding my feet into Eddie's couch.

OFF SCREEN INTERVIEWER: 

You remember why you did it?

RICK JAMES: 

Cause Eddie could buy another one.

CHAPPELLE as RICK: 

Fuck your couch, nigger! 

Ha ha! Buy another one, ya rich motherfucker. 

Fuck your couch, nigger. Fuck your couch! 

Darknesses! Darknesses!

CHARLIE MURPHY: 

Cause of my complexion, he used to call me darkness. 

He calls me and my brother darkness. Darkness brothers. See, this was long before Wesley Snipes, back then we was the blackest niggers on the planet according to Rick James.

RICK JAMES: 

Eddie and both of them darkness. Twin brother darkness.

CHARLIE MURPHY: 

And we're standing there looking at him and he's looking right in our eyes as he grinds this mud.

RICK JAMES: 

See, I never just did things just to do them, c'mon I mean, what I'm gonna do just all of the sudden just jump up and grind my feet in somebody's couch like it's something to do? 

Come on, I got a little more sense than that. 

...Yeah, I remember grinding my feet into Eddie's couch.

[REWIND]

RICK JAMES: 

See, I never just did things just to do them, c'mon I mean, what I'm gonna do just all of the sudden just jump up and grind my feet in somebody's couch like it's something to do? Come on, I got a little more sense than that. ...Yeah, I remember grinding my feet into Eddie's couch.

CHARLIE MURPHY: 

But then it was like 

'You know what? Let's handle this' 

We went over there and we held him down and we just wailed on his legs.

CHAPPELLE as RICK: 

Awwww! You Darkness.!!

You black. Midnight. Evil motherfuckers!!! 

Black magic, darkness. Darkness. Delirious motherfuckers. You are cold as ice.

CHARLIE MURPHY: 

But still, Rick James, even after taking a beating like that.

CHAPPELLE as RICK: 

Fuck your couch, nigger!

CHARLIE MURPHY: 

This motherfucker's goin out, his legs is like linguine.

CHAPPELLE as RICK: 

I've been kicked out of better homes than this. I'll be back, you black motherfuckers. 

Wide nose having motherfuckers. 

They should've never given you niggers money!!!

 You don't know how to appreciate shit. 

You know you can get another couch. 

But what am I gonna do about legs!

CHARLIE MURPHY: 

My brother, you know, he's a lot more compassioniate than I am. 

He's lookin' and the limo's driving off and he says 

'Wow man, Rick really needs help'. 

I was like 

‘Yo, we just gave him some help!’ 

Busted his fuckin' ass.

'I betcha he won't come over here and disrespect like that again.'

WRONG! WRONG!  

You're talking about Rick James, man.

RICK JAMES: 

Cocaine's a helluva drug.

Daryl and Shiva

Your Crazy Matches My Crazy - Big Time.

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of The Tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.

Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!'

Exeunt. Alarum, and chambers go off

 The Son of The King is still alive,

despite the fact that The Son is absent

and the land is ruled by a Tyrant.

One of the things that happens in later adolescence is that the formation of Male Gangs is frequently broken up by the proclivity of one or more memebers of that gang to get involved in an individual romantic relationship.

And so, the idea that The Female is The Carnivore Which Will Devour The Group is exactly right.

Alexander De Large

"I felt the old tigers leap in me and then I leapt on these two young ptitsas. This time they thought nothing fun and stopped creeching with high mirth, and had to submit to the strange and weird desires of Alexander the Large which, what with the Ninth and the hypo jab, were choodessny and zammechat and very demanding, O my brothers. But they were both very very drunken and could hardly feel very much. 

When the last movement had gone round for the second time with all the banging and creeching about Joy Joy Joy Joy, then these two young ptitsas were not acting the big lady sophisto no more. They were like waking up to what was being done to their malenky persons and saying that they wanted to go home and like I was a wild beast. They looked like they had been in some big bitva, as indeed they had, and were all bruised and pouty. "