- Colin: It was England all right, but very un-English. Every class. Every income. Every kink. Boys. Girls. Black. White. Yellow. Bent. Versatile. All on equal terms.
- Arthur, Colin's Dad: My wedding day. I remember it like it was yesterday. I wish it was tomorrow, then I'd cancel it.
- Colin: What, you going out with Suzette? Aren't you a little old for her, Henley?
- Henley of Mayfair: I'm only 37.
- Colin: 37? Ha. Around the waist, maybe.
- [first lines]
- Colin: [narrating] I remember that hot, wonderful summer. When the teenage miracle reached full bloom and everyone in England stopped what they were doing to stare at what had happened. The Soho nights were cool in the heat, with light and music in the streets. And we couldn't believe that this was really coming to us at last. Nobody knew exactly why. But after so many dreary years of bombs and blitz and slow rebuilding; no sugar, no jam, nothing sweet anywhere; with the whole English world dressed in gray, it seemed, forever. Suddenly life broke out in warm colors again, so young and beautiful that a lot of people couldn't stand to look at it. For the first time ever, kids were teenagers. They had loot, however come by, and loot's for spending. And where there's loot, trouble follows.
- Colin: True, sometimes a knife came out. But that was always between friends. You behave yourself, you're all right here. It's not in Soho where some sex maniac leaps on your back and violates you. That's strictly for the respectable neighborhoods.
- Colin: I mustn't throw stones. Especially not at Americans. Yanks invented teenagers! England for the English and all that. But, being anti-Yank's the sure sign of defeat.
- Dido Lament: Do you know any authentic teenagers?
- Colin: What are they?
- Call-Me-Cobber: Teenagers are the new economic class. This is the age of a teenager. It's my aim. It's my ambition in life to bring pop culture to the masses.
- Colin: They're just hooligans!
- Mr. Cool: Listen! They're organized. They're an army now. They've a general behind 'em and they want to kick us outta your country!
- Colin: What are you talkin' about? This is your country too!
- Mr. Cool: You think so?
- Colin: I'm on your side, Cool.
- Mr. Cool: Oh, that's nice of you Colin. You don't know what side you're on. Truth is, Colin, you're on your own.
- Colin: Money for looks. Money for film. But, most of all, money for Suzette. My beautiful Crêpe Suzette.
- Colin: It's not that I've got anything against money. It's just what you have to do to get it. Still, there's always tomorrow.
- Colin: Just look at these fame star virgins. Putting on the agony. Trying to sing like hillbillies. Just praying for Harry Charms to snap them up and sell 'em into pop slavery.
- Wizard: Don't knock it, Colin. Milk it. Shake it. Break it. Make it. Take it for all it's got! The power of youth.
- Fabulous Hoplite: Dearie me, child, what are you doing here?
- Colin: Socializing. Like everyone else.
- Fabulous Hoplite: Everyone you hate. All the parasites are here!
- Fabulous Hoplite: Dido, this is Colin. Colin is one of old London's hottest talents - with his camera.
- Dido Lament: Well, honey, if you're so handy with this little thing, why don't you fix me up with a few party snaps?
- Colin: What's the price these days?
- Dido Lament: You do it for love.
- Dido Lament: What he actually wants to know is, do you teenagers have an active sex life? Well, do you?
- Colin: None of your business, nice bitch-girl.
- Vendice: The city's full of people, kid. People looking for rainbows, Colin... But, I've been looking for you.
- Colin: It's funny, once you make up your mind to let go and sell out, its one damn check after another. Money at the best time to have it - when you're young and strong.
- Call-Me-Cobber: Colin, are teenagers really as highly sexed as we are led to believe? I mean, if the right girl came along, would you bother to tie the knot or is that just old square talk?
- Call-Me-Cobber: Harry, you're the toast of tin pan alley, I see. I see, also that you just recovered from a very unsuccessful nose job. Can you still smell success in your teenage discoveries?
- The Fanatic: Hitler had the right idea. Don't knock him, son. You need him here! Jack boots - smashing up your ear!
- The Fanatic: We don't want the blacks or Jews! Yellow, red, brown or blue. And let's kick out the homos too! Fascism is here to stay. Trains on time. Regular pay. Jobs for all the Christian whites! Hates the way to win our fight. Hates the way we - shall - unite! Give me your hands to make us free. Give me your fists to crush the beast! Give me your pain and misery! Give me your vote - for victory. Keep - Britain - White! Keep Britain White! Keep Britain White! Keep Britain White! Keep Britain White! White! White! White! White! White!...
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