[Staring at Alex's penis]
Chief Guard: Are you now, or have you ever been a homosexual?

Alex: Appy-polly-loggies. I had something of a pain in my gulliver so I had to sleep. I was not awakened when I gave orders for awakening.

Alex: Welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, well. To what do I owe the extreme pleasure of this surprising visit?

Minister: As I was saying, Alex, you can be instrumental in changing the public verdict. Do you understand, Alex? Have I made myself clear?
Alex: As an unmuddied lake, Fred. As clear as an azure sky of deepest summer. You can rely on me, Fred.

Alex: Initiative comes to thems that wait.

[Listening to Beethoven's Ninth Symphony]
Alex: Oh bliss! Bliss and heaven! Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeousity made flesh. It was like a bird of rarest-spun heaven metal or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now. As I slooshied, I knew such lovely pictures!

Alex: What you got back home, little sister, to play your fuzzy warbles on? I bet you got, say, pitiful, portable picnic players. Come with uncle and hear all proper! Hear angels' trumpets and devils' trombones. You are invited!

Alex: So now it was to be Georgie the General, saying what we should do and what not to do, with Dim as his mindless grinning bulldog. But then I viddied that thinking is for the gloopy ones and the oomny ones use, like, inspiration and what Bog sends. For now it was lovely music that came to my aid, there was a window open with the stereo on and I viddied right at once what to do.

[Alex encounters his old friends, who are now police.]
Alex: It's impossible! I can't believe it!
Georgie: Evidence of the ol' glassies! Nothing up our sleeves, no magic little Alex! A job for two who are now of job age! The police!

Alex: Hi, hi, hi there! At last we meet. Our brief govoreet through the letter-hole was not, shall we say, satisfactory, yes?

Alex: Naughty, naughty, naughty! You filthy old soomka!

Frank Alexander: Food alright?
Alex: Great sir, great!
Frank Alexander: Try the wine!

[About his wife.]
Frank Alexander: She was very badly raped, you see! We were assaulted by a gang of vicious, young, hoodlums in this house! In this very room you are sitting in now! I was left a helpless cripple, but for her the agony was too great! The doctor said it was pneumonia; because it happened some months later! During a flu epidemic! The doctors told me it was pneumonia, but I knew what it was! A VICTIM OF THE MODERN AGE! Poor, poor girl!

Alex: The Durango '95 purred away a real horrowshow. A nice warm vibraty feeling all through your guttiwuts!

P.R. Deltoid: I've just come from the hospital; your victim has died.
Alex: You try to frighten me. Admit so, sir. This is some new form of torture. Say it, Brother Sir.
P.R. Deltoid: It'll be your own torture. I hope to God it'll torture you to madness.

Alex: No time for the old in-out, love, I've just come to read the meter.

Alex: Eggiwegs! I would like... to smash them!

Alex: You know what you can do with that watch? Stick it up your arse!

Alex: I was cured, all right.

Minister: If a man cannot choose, he ceases to be a man.

Alex: It's funny how the colors of the real world only seem really real when you viddy them on the screen.

[Alex has the tramp pinned down]
Tramp: Go on, do me in you bastard cowards! I don't want to live anyway,not in a stinking world like this one!
Alex: Oh? And what's so stinking about it?