Steve, John and others in “Nancy and Sid”

[Calling out from door of adoptive parents flat] Hello? I'll leave it...

[Bursts in] Might as well look around.

Hold on!

Let's have a butcher's. ['Opens door of Steve's bedroom] What's in here?

That's my bedroom.

Is this your bedroom? [Referring to double wardrobes] Narnia... Double Narnia! Blimey! You kept this quiet, Jonesy! Look at all this treasure. Your mum and dad must've really liked you.

Nah, he nicked it all.

Our very own Artful Dodger!

We gotta go.

Let me have some of this, Jonesy. No, no, we're just getting started. Steve, take something.

I'll nick it back from you.

What's going on?

Mr. Jones, I presume? We brought you a present. [Hands him a vinyl copy of "God Save The Queen"]

Who do you think you are?

We brought you a present.

What's this, then? Christmas Number One? Well, shut the door on your way out. [Sids walks past him patting his shoulders] Where... Where'd you think you're going? [Sid walks to balcony swatting hanging laundry and John opens a can of biscuits] Oi! What are you doing? What do you think you're doing in my house?

In answer to your question, we are... taking the biscuit. [Sid laughs and takes one with Paul taking one, then John pours out crumbs on couch] Hmm! Oh, crumbs! Well, thank you for your hospitality. We hope you enjoy our musical offering. [Sid jumps on couch] Whoo! Cheerio! [Steve stares at father with passive contempt then leaves with band]

[Walking outside] I hope your dear old dad didn't find us too obnoxious.

He's not my fucking dad! [Kicks over a child's rocking horse]

That's the spirit! Who needs a dad when you're a Sex Pistol?