Quotes
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Christopher Morris : People say that alcohol's a drug. It's not a drug, it's a drink!
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Christopher Morris : Luckily, the amount of heroin I use is harmless, I inject about once a month on a purely recreational basis. Fine. But what about other people less stable, less educated, less middle-class than me? Builders or blacks for example. If you're one of those, my advice is leave well alone. Good luck.
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Chris Morris : An overdose of heroin is fatal - in the short term. But there has been no research whatsoever into long term effects.
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Christopher Morris : If time's a drug, then Big Ben is a huge needle injecting it into the sky.
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Chris Morris : [reading headline] "Last one on drugs is a queer," shouts Portillo.
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Christopher Morris : Drugs destroy families. Well, a disabled lonely teenager, a blind mother, but a family held together by the father's crack dealing, which he uses to keep them in talking books and dildos.
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Chris Morris : Have you got any triple sod?
Street dealer : Any...?
Chris Morris : Any triple sod?
Street dealer : Triple sod?
Chris Morris : Triple sod.
Street dealer : What's that?
Chris Morris : Yellow bentines?
Street dealer : I don't know what that is my friend.
Chris Morris : Have you not got any yellow bentines?
Street dealer : What's yellow bentines?
Chris Morris : I just want something that, y'know, makes you go really blooty.
Street dealer : Nah the only thing I sell out here is coke, mate.
Chris Morris : No, you must have some er...
Street dealer : You telling me what I have and what I don't have?
Chris Morris : Are you the boz-boz?
Street dealer : What's the boz-boz?
Chris Morris : Are you *a* boz-boz?
Street dealer : What's 'boz-boz' mean?
Chris Morris : I don't wanna end up like, y'know, a bloody piano dentist.
Street dealer : If you don't want it you don't have to buy it.
Chris Morris : Yeah but what I don't want - I don't want my arms to feel like a couple of fortnights in a bad balloon. Do you know what I mean?
Street dealer : My brother, I'm not really... bothered what you want your arms to feel like.
Chris Morris : I tell you what, I'm less interested in giving you £40 to end up on a quack-handle.
Street dealer : What's a quack-handle?
Chris Morris : I tell you what, I'll give you 30 quid for one clarky cat.
Street dealer : [becoming annoyed] What's a clarky can, you're not makin' sense!
Chris Morris : A cat, a cat, clarky cat.
Street dealer : I don't know what you mean man.
Chris Morris : Are you telling me you've definitely got no clarky cat.
Street dealer : For the tenth time, I dunno what clarky can MEANS.
Chris Morris : No cat, cat. Clarky cat.
Street dealer : What does it MEAN?
Chris Morris : The stuff that you chew!
Street dealer : I don't know it!
Chris Morris : You know, the grass stuff that you chew.
Street dealer : I do not know it!
Chris Morris : Clarky cat or triple sod.
Street dealer : My friend, please leave us alone.
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Chris Morris : He got a negative-blooty with a crack-handle, and he ended up on the jessop jessop jessop!
Man on street : Do you think I wanna hear any o' that now?
