Warren Clarke credited as playing...
Dim
- [Alex has just struck Dim on the legs]
- Dim: What did you do that for?
- Alex: For being a bastard with no manners, and not a dook of an idea how to comport yourself public-wise, O my brother.
- Dim: I don't like you should do what you done, and I'm not your brother no more and wouldn't want to be.
- Alex: Watch that. Do watch that, O Dim, if to continue to be on live thou dost wish.
- Dim: Yarbles! Great bolshy yarblockos to you. I'll meet you with chain or nozh or britva anytime, not having you aiming tolchocks at me reasonless. Well, it stands to reason I won't have it.
- Alex: A nozh scrap any time you say.
- Dim: Doobidoob. A bit tired, maybe. Best not to say more. Bedways is rightways now, so best we go homeways and get a bit of spatchka. Right, right?
- Georgie: [They've just stopped a band of tramps from beating up Alex] What's the trouble, sir?
- Alex: [looks up and recognizes them] Oh no!
- Dim: Well. Well, well. Well, well, well, well, if it isn't little Alex. Long time no viddy, droog. How goes?
- Alex: It's... it's impossible. I don't believe it.
- Georgie: Evidence of the old glazzies. Nothing up their sleeves. No magic, little Alex. A job for two, who are now of job age. The police.
- Alex: Let's get things nice and sparkling clear. This sarcasm, if I may call it such does not become you, my little brothers. As I am your droog and leader, I'm entitled to know what goes on, eh?
- Dim: Yeah.
- Alex: Now then, Dim. What does that great big horsey gape of a grin portend?
- Georgie: All right, no more picking on Dim, brother. That's part of the new way.
- Alex: New Way? What's this about a new way? There's been some very large talk behind my sleeping back, and no error.