- Amyl Nitrite: Our school motto was "Faites vos désirs réalités"... Make your desires reality. I myself preferred the song "Don't Dream It, Be It"...
- [reading from book]
- Amyl Nitrite: In those days, desires weren't allowed to become reality... so fantasy was substituted for them: films, books, pictures. They called it art. But when your desires become reality, you don't need fantasy, any longer, or art.
- Borgia Ginz: As long as the music's loud enough, we won't hear the world falling apart.
- [laughs psychotically]
- [last lines]
- Ariel: [narrating] There and back. There and back. The waves break on the shores of England. The white cliffs stand against the void. We gaze seaward contemplating the night journey. The sun sinks lower. The moon awaits to make her entrance. In the south at Tilly Whim a picture of wind on the sea. In the west a vision of silver dew falling into a chalice flowing on a sea of pure gold. In the east a black hoarfrost, the sun eclipsed by the wings of the phoenix. In the north a howling chaos into which a black rain falls without ceasing. Now is the time of departure. The last streamer that ties us to what is known parts. We drift into a sea of storms. And now Elizabeth and Dee go along the same great highway and the light of the air about them seemed somewhat dark like evening or twilight. And as they walked the phoenix spoke and cried with a loud voice: "Come away".
- Borgia Ginz: You wanna know my story, babe... It's easy... This is the generation who grew up, and forgot to lead their lives!... They were so busy, watching my endless movie.
- [laughs]
- Borgia Ginz: It's power, babe. Power. I don't create it. I own it... I *sucked*, and *sucked*, and I *sucked*. The media, became their only reality, and I own their world of flickering shadows: BBC, TUC, ITV, ABC, ATV, *MGM*... *KGB*... C of *E*. You name it. I bought them all, and rearranged the alphabet.
- [laughs]
- Borgia Ginz: Without *me*, they don't exist.
- [laughs psychotically]
- Amyl Nitrite: I haven't danced for a long time. No one's interested in the ballet anymore. But history still fascinates me. It's so intangible. You can weave facts anywhere you like. Good guys can swap places with bad guys. You might think Richard III of England was bad, but you'd be wrong. What separates Hitler from Napoleon or even Alexander? The size of the destruction or is he nearer to us in time? Was Churchill a hero? Did he alter history for the better?
- Sphinx: Didn't know I was dead till I was 15... Never experienced love or hate... My generation's the blank generation.
- [Crabs and Happy Days in bed having sex, Mad distracts Happy Days]
- Crabs: Back to work! No tea breaks!
- Borgia Ginz: Without progress life would be unbearable. Progress has taken the place of Heaven.
- [laughs]
- Borgia Ginz: It's like pornography, better than the real thing.
- Ariel: All hail, great master. Grave sir, hail. I come to answer thy best pleasure, be it to fly, to swim, to dive into the fire, to ride upon the curled clouds... to thy strong bidding. Ariel, and all his quality...
- Max: Ah, the army was a fucking con. It was a way of solving the unemployment problem, before they gave up entirely. You're more likely to die of red tape in the Guard than a bullet.
- Ariel: Consider the world's diversity, and worship it. By denying its multiplicity, you deny your own true nature. Equality prevails, not for the gods' sake, but for man's. Men are weak. They cannot endure their manifold nature.
- John Dee: To you, Elizabeth of England, is granted the greater vision, that man perceives but little and rarely. Beyond this, labyrinth and the serpent of memory, is the still point of the world, that, gateway which men seek. It is everywhere, and nowhere. It is here and now. Rounded time turns in a circle throughout infinity. In you, is the beginning, and the end, and the forgetfulness beyond. He who murders, will swim in blood, lapping against the bounds of time. But he who sings with joy, will be continuously greeted with joyfulness. Every deed you accomplish accompanies you throughout time.
- John Dee: Your Majesty, as once a virgin, fashioned the whole earth, so by a virgin it shall have rebirth. So says the old sage, Wisdom.
- [first lines]
- Queen Elizabeth I: John Dee, some pretty distractions, which you call angels, call forth to forget our cares. Some aquavit to pass this hard night for our pleasure and this our gentlewoman.
- John Dee: Angel commander of the ten hosts, I cast for Ariel, pearl of fire, my only star. God's moonbeam, send forth my flower. The smoke and ashes of ages past which hangs like morning mist in veils across the universe, parts in swirls and eddies, and through them, the shooting star, my angel Ariel flies with mirrored eyes, leaving a sparkling phosphorescent trail across the universe. Down. Down he plummets towards Earth, through the great vacuum, on the curve of infinity. And like a fiery rose, he descends.
- Mad: The world is no longer interested in heroes. So sad. We now know too much about them, don't we? Do you know any real heroes?
- Mad: [reading] "'Teach Yourself History', by Amyl Nitrate. Number one: 'The History of England'. It all began with William the Conqueror, who screwed the Anglo-Saxons into the ground, carving the land into theirs and ours."
- Amyl Nitrite: Life in England these days is inflationary, but we're carrying on regardless - coping with misgovernment and idiocy on every side.
- Amyl Nitrite: My friend Mad, on the sofa, is a pyromaniac. But she thinks she's a revolutionary out to better the world. I'm not so sure.
- Mad: All these ruins. All this concrete, brick and glass and the people who made them are utterly forgotten. The prisons we live in today might have taken more than a day to build, but it doesn't take long to destroy them.
- Mad: You're a sucker for sex. Why don't you keep up with the times, Crabs! You're an antique, like this place.
- Mad: Who you writing this crap for, Amyl?
- Amyl Nitrite: Myself. It's a hobby. When I'm not making history, I write it.
- Viv: Artists steal the world's energy.
- Sphinx: Bet they never get caught.
- Viv: Always. They become blood donors. Their lifeblood drips away until they're bled dry. And the people who control the world make it as inaccessible as possible by driving the artists into corners. You see, it's dangerous. Our only hope is to recreate ourselves, as artists or anarchists, if you like, and release the energy for all.
- Sphinx: My brother's an artist. A piss artist.
- Siouxsie Sioux: [singing] Love in a void, It's so numb, A void in love, It's so dumb, Love in a void...
- Viv: Painting's extinct. Art isn't. It's just a habit. I started painting when I was eight, copying dinosaurs from a picture book. It was prophetic.
- Mad: If your house is ugly, then burn it. If the street you live in depresses you, then bulldoze 'em down. And if the cook can't cook, then you kill her. All right?
- Happy Days: [having sex with Crabs] I'm coming!
- Crabs: Oh, hang on!
- Mad: Oh, another hit-and-run merchant! Just hold it, mate, or it's curtains for you! Don't you spurt. We'll pound you. They all want to cream as quick as a flash of zipper.
- Happy Days: [singing] Waiting for a career, I don't take drugs and I don't drink beer, But this I say, We have the right to work, We have the right to work, We have the right to work...
- Schmeitzer: S-Sir. that was W-Wall Street. They say the dollar's crashing since you withdrew your support.
- Borgia Ginz: I'm not interested in peanuts economy, Schmeitzer!
- Mad: [singing] The alien way to every word you say, Is an inspiration to an uninspired day, Black is black, White is white, Life is life, Baby, nine to five...