- [Nancy storms out of their flat in Sid's mother's clothes, then sees herself reflected in a window]
- Nancy: AAGGHH! I look like fuckin' Stevie Nicks in hippie clothes!
- Nancy: What are ya doin here? You're in the studio, these places cost like fifty grand a minute. You could be really shining out! But what? You're just wonking off!
- John: Wanking!
- Nancy: What happened to you? Did you try and kiss your mother?
- John: None of your business.
- Brenda Winczor: John got beaten up by facists.
- Malcolm: But Sidney's more than a mere bass player. He's a fabulous disaster. He's a symbol, a metaphor, he embodies the dementia of a nihilistic generation. He's a fuckin' star.
- Sid: [in a taxi on the way to the airport] I wish we wasn't breaking up.
- Phoebe: Well it's a bit late for that isn't it? Paul and Steve are flying to Rio, Malcom's in London, John's in New York.
- Sid: Yeah, great. What am I gonna do?
- Phoebe: Anything you like; you're a free agent now.
- Sid: I'll go home; see Nancy.
- Phoebe: Yeah, well do that.
- Sid: Master Kung Fu.
- Phoebe: Look try and get off the heroin OK? Come on promise.
- Sid: Ok.
- Phoebe: And cut back on the drinking all right?
- Sid: Yeah all right, all right I promise! Cross me heart and hope to die
- [he smirks]
- Rock Head: [on an exercise bike] So, it appears we are related.
- John: [drinking from a bottle of vodka - he burps] Eh?
- Rock Head: The press. They're callin' me the "Big Daddy of Punk"
- [he looks at Sid and Nancy kissing and groping on the bed]
- Rock Head: Lovely couple.
- John: Fuck you, Rock Head. What the fuck are you doin' here anyway? I think I'm gonna fuckin' puke!
- [burps again]
- Nancy: Who's Dick Dent?
- Brenda Winczor: He's just some wanky journalist who don't appreciate The Sex Pistols.
- Nancy: Like, I was at CBGB's at this audition, right? So this guy says, "Can you sing like Debbie Harry?" It's a bad deal looking like an established star, let me tell you that. I mean, I like Debbie. We're really good friends, actually.
- Granpa: So, are you gonna make an honest woman out of our Nancy, Sid?
- Sid: Well, she's always been honest to me. Granpa, sir. She's never lied to me.
- Granpa: But, um, what are your, uh, intentions?
- Sid: Well, first off, we're gonna go down to the methadone clinic on Monday and then Nancy's gonna get me some gigs. And then we're gonna go off and, like, live in Paris and just sort of go out in a blaze of glory. Yeah, but don't worry. You'll be proud of us.
- Sid: Got any beer for me?
- Bowery Snax, drug dealer: I got some tickets to see Bruce Springsteen.
- Sid: I don't want fuckin' tickets for fuckin' Bruce Springsteen! Fuck off and get me some smack!
- Methadone Caseworker: You guys got no right to be strung out on that stuff. You could be selling healthy anarchy. But long as you're addicts, you'll be full of shit.
- Methadone Caseworker: You know about the Golden Triangle?
- Nancy: Yeah.
- Methadone Caseworker: That's where the heroin comes from. Heard about it when I was in the 'Nam. You heard of Vietnam, right?...
- Nancy: Yup.
- Methadone Caseworker: Yeah, while us guys was fightin' and dyin' and gettin' all fucked up, the CIA was flyin' the shit out of there and into here with our planes. You know who paid for that shit? We did. That is, the government. You know why? 'Cause smack is the great controller. Keeps the people stupid when they could be smart.
- Sid: What's he on about?
- Nancy: Some bullshit politics.