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本片根据传奇摇滚乐队「性枪手」(The Sex Pistols)结他手Sid Vicious与其女友Nancy Spungen的真人真事改编而成。故事由「性枪手」拆伙后展开，Sid意图作个人发展，但却沉迷可卡因毒品。在药物的刺激和狂野音...
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Gary Oldman
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饰Sid Vicious
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Chloe Webb
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饰Nancy Spungen
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David Hayman
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饰Malcolm McLar...
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Xander Berkeley
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饰Bowery Snax, ...
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Sandy Baron
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饰Hotelier in N...
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Edward Tudor-Pole
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饰Hotelier in L...
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Courtney Love
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饰Gretchen
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Clive:
I'm gonna be a rude boy. Like my dad.
Nancy:
Never trust a junkie.
[as Sid storms out]
Nancy:
What about the farewell drugs?
[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!
Sid:
How do you spell "holiday"?
John:
S-H-I-T.
Nancy:
I don't think that Johnny likes me.
Sid:
He doesn't like anybody. He's a fool.
Nancy:
You like me, don't you?
Nancy:
If I asked you to kill me, would you?
Sid:
I don't know. How would I do it? I couldn't live without ya.
Nancy:
I'll never look like Barbie. Barbie doesn't have bruises.
[getting off the phone with her parents]
Nancy:
I fucking hate them! I fucking hate them! Ass! Ow! Fucking motherfuckers! They wouldn't send us any money! They said we'd spend it on DRUGS!
Sid:
We would!
Nancy:
Boring, Sidney, Boring!
John:
Go on, Sidney. Spray the beast.
Nancy:
I hate my fuckin' life.
Sid:
This is just a rough patch. Things'll be much better when we get to America, I promise.
Nancy:
We're in America. We've been here a week. New York is in America, you fuck.
Sid:
You know, I was so bored once that I fucked a dog.
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.
Malcolm:
Phoebe - how would you like to supervise our Sidney for a month or two?
Phoebe:
No way.
Malcolm:
Go on; you'd be a good influence on the boy. Why not?
Phoebe:
Infectious hepatitis, loony girlfriend, drugs?
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Boys will be boys.
Sid:
If it wasn't for my mum's kindness, we'd be out on the fucking streets!
Nancy:
And if it wasn't for your mom's stupidity, we'd have our own apartment in Paris!
Sid:
We don't fucking care.
Sid:
[playing on his bass] And we don't fucking care!
John:
No, there's no "fucking". It's just "we don't care"
Sid:
'Ere, speakin of cunts who can't play. Hello girls, where'd you get your perms?
Steve:
[playing darts in the pub] Get the darts Paul.
Paul:
[checks their hands] Let me see your hands, keep 'em where I can see 'em. I'm watching you, you bastards.
[goes to the dart board]
Sid:
Hey, Paul.
[Sid, John and Steve start throwing darts at him]
Paul:
Fuck off. Fuck off!
Duke Bowman:
Steady on boys.
Paul:
Bastards! It's not funny! You could stick me in the eye; put it in my brains, I couldn't play the drums then.
Steve:
You can't play the fuckin drums anyway.
John:
You can't play the fuckin drums anyway.
Detective:
[Sid has been arrested] Why so tense kid? Look, we just wanna know who the girl was. Where id you meet her? Son?
[hands him a cigarette]
Detective:
Son.
Sid:
[Takes a drag and sniffles] I met her at Linda's.
Detective:
Linda? Who's Linda?
Nancy:
It's a real waste to smoke that shit. Don't ya have any needles?
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.
Paul:
Fucking cabbies, that's what we should be. Make two hundred quid a night being a cabbie.
Sid:
Why don't you fuck off and be one then?
Paul:
Cos it takes eighteen months to learn.
Sid:
You need a driving license too.
Paul:
And a set of golf clubs.
Bowery Snax, drug dealer:
Sid, Nance, pull up your pants.
Nancy:
Who's Dick Dent?
Brenda Winczor:
He's just some wanky journalist who don't appreciate The Sex Pistols.
Sid:
Why don't you shut up and fucking sing you twat.
Paul:
You're well out of time, Sid.
Sid:
Bollocks, you wanker.
Steve:
Play the fucking song, will ya.
John:
Ever get the feeling you've been cheated?
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]
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 bac on the drinking all right?
Sid:
Yeah all right, all right I promise! Cross me heart and hope to die
[he smirks]
Nancy:
[Pointing] No! Look, that's the roller ramma. Sid, I won a roller skating trophy there when I was six years old.
Granma:
Nancy, don't fib.
Nancy:
Fuck you, Grandma.
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