bill grundy show

• (bkz: sex pistols/12)
  grundy: i'm told that that group [he hits his leg with a sheaf of papers] have received £ 40'000 from a record company. doesn't that seem, er, slightly opposed to their anti-materialistic way of life?
  glen: no, the more the merrier.
  grundy: really?
  [during this first exchange the camera shot is confused by waving arms, hands passing cups of coffee etc. matlock tries not to giggle.]
  glen: oh yeah.
  grundy: well, tell me more then.
  steve: we've fucking spent it, ain't we?
  grundy: i don't know. have you?
  glen: yeah. it's all gone.
  grundy: really? good lord? now i want to know one thing ...
  glen: what?
  grundy: . . . are you serious or are you just making me, trying to make me laugh?
  glen: no, it's gone. gone.
  grundy: really?
  glen: yeah.
  grundy: no, but i mean about what you're doing.
  glen: oh yeah.
  grundy: are you serious?
  glen: mmm.
  grundy: beethoven, mozart, bach and brahms have all died ...
  john: they're all heroes of ours, ain't they?
  grundy: really? what? what were you saying sir?
  john: they're wonderful people.
  grundy: are they?
  john: oh yesss! they really turn us on.
  grundy: suppose they turn other people on?
  john: [whispered] well that's just their tough shit.
  grundy: it's what?
  john: nothing. a rude word. (pauses.) next question!
  grundy: no. no. what was the rude word?
  john: [a schoolboy] shit.
  grundy: was it really? god, you frighten me to death.
  john: oh allright siegfried ...
  grundy: what about you girls behind?
  glen: he's like yer dad in' he, this geezer, or you grandad?
  grundy: are you worried or just enjoying yourself?
  siouxsie: enjoying myself.
  grundy: are you?
  siouxsie: yeah.
  grundy: ah, that's what i thought you were doing.
  siouxsie: i've always wanted to meet you.
  grundy: did you really?
  siouxsie: yeah.
  grundy: we'll meet afterwards, shall we?
  [siouxsie makes a moué.]
  steve: you dirty sod. you dirty old man.
  grundy: well keep going chief, keep going. go on, you've got another the seconds. say something outrageous.
  steve: you dirty bastard.
  grundy: go on, again.
  steve: you dirty fucker!
  grundy: what a clever boy!
  steve: you fucking rotter!
  [more laughter from the band and fans; grundy closes.]
  grundy: well that's it for tonight. the other rocker, eamonn, i'm saying nothing else about him, will be back tomorrow. i'll be seeing you soon. i hope l'll not be seeing you [to the band] again. from me though, goodnight.
  [closing credits and perky signature tune: lydon looks at his watch and steve jones gyrates his leather-clad hips.]