A Clockwork Orange1971

[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?