The Filth and the Fury (2000)
Bill Grundy: Beethoven, Mozart, Bach and Brahms have all died...
John Lydon: They're all heroes of ours, ain't they?
Bill Grundy: Really... what? What were you saying, sir?
John Lydon: They're wonderful people.
Bill Grundy: Are they?
John Lydon: Oh yes, they really turn us on.
Steve Jones: But they're dead!
Bill Grundy: Well, suppose they turn other people on?
John Lydon: [under his breath] That's just their tough shit.
Bill Grundy: It's what?
John Lydon: Nothing, a rude word. Next question.
Bill Grundy: No, no, what was the rude word?
John Lydon: Shit.
Bill Grundy: Was it really? Good heavens, you frighten me to death.
John Lydon: Oh, alright, Siegfried...
John Lydon: [remembering Sid Vicious] All's I can tell you is I could take on England, but I couldn't take on one heroin addict.
Bill Grundy: Are you worried or are you enjoying yourself?
Siouxsie Sioux: I'm enjoying myself.
Bill Grundy: Are you? That's what I thought you were doing.
Siouxsie Sioux: I always wanted to meet you.
Bill Grundy: We'll meet after, shall we?
Steve Jones: You dirty sod! You dirty old man!
Bill Grundy: Keep going, chief, keep going. You've got another 5 seconds. Say something outrageous.
Steve Jones: You dirty bastard.
Bill Grundy: Go on, again.
Steve Jones: You dirty fucker.
Bill Grundy: What a clever boy.
Steve Jones: What a fucking rotter.
Bill Grundy: Well, that's it for tonight. The other rocker, Eamonn, and I'm saying nothing else about him, will be back tomorrow. I'll be seeing you soon, I hope. I'm not seeing you
Bill Grundy: again. From me, though, goodnight.
[Grundy then appears to mutter 'oh shit' under his breath]