Steve Jones credited as playing...
Self
- Himself - Presenter: Beethoven, Mozart, Bach, Brahms, have all died...
- John Lydon: They're all heroes of ours, ain't they?
- Himself - Presenter: Really... what? What were you saying, sir?
- John Lydon: They're wonderful people.
- Himself - Presenter: Are they?
- John Lydon: Oh yes, they really turn us on.
- Steve Jones: But they're dead.
- Himself - Presenter: Well, suppose they turn other people on?
- John Lydon: That's just their tough shit.
- Himself - Presenter: It's what?
- John Lydon: Nothing; a rude word. Next question.
- Himself - Presenter: No, no - what was the rude word?
- John Lydon: Shit.
- Himself - Presenter: Was it really? Good heavens, you frighten me to death.
- John Lydon: Oh alright, Siegfried...
- Steve Jones: You dirty sod. You dirty old man!
- Himself - Presenter: Well keep going, chief, keep going. Go on, you've got another five seconds, say something outrageous.
- Steve Jones: You dirty bastard!
- Himself - Presenter: Go on, again.
- Steve Jones: You dirty fucker.
- Himself - Presenter: What a clever boy!
- Steve Jones: What a fucking rotter.
- Himself - Presenter: 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
- [the punks]
- Himself - Presenter: again. From me, though, goodnight.