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It's funny how the colors of the real world only seem really real when you viddy them on a screen
-Alex DeLarge What then, didst thou in thy mind have?
-Alex DeLarge Welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, well. To what do I owe the extreme pleasure of this surprising visit?
-Alex Viddy well, little brother. Viddy well.
-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 DeLarge
Alex (at the wheel of his just stolen Durango '95): "We frittered about with other travelers of the night... playing 'Hogs of the Road'". Alex (listening to Beethoven's 9th Symphony): "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 DeLarge: I'm Singing In The Rain! Alex: ... "a little of the old ultra-violence"..... Alex: ....."in out, in out"..... (first quote). 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 resudox what to do with the evening. The Korova milkbar sold milk plus, milk plus vellocet, or cythnesic or drencrom, which is what we were drinking. This would sharpen you up and make you ready for a bit of the old ultraviolent. 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: (listening to Beethoven's Ninth Symphony) 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: Naughty, naughty, naughty! You filthy old soomka! Alex: Appy-polly-loggies. I had something of a pain in the gulliver so had to sleep. I was not awakened when I gave orders for wakening. 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!
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