Trainspotting

Renton: [Narrating] From time to time even I have uttered the magic words— Renton: Never again, Swanney. I'm off the skag. Swanney: Are you serious? Renton: Yeah, no more. I'm finished with that shite. Swanney: Well, it's up to you, man. Renton: Gonna get it right this time. Gonna get it sorted out. Gonna get off it for good. Swanney: I've heard that one before. Renton: The Sick Boy method. Swanney: [sarcastically] Well, it nearly worked for him, hey. Renton: Well, he's always been lacking in moral fibre. Swanney: He knows a lot about Sean Connery. Renton: That's hardly a substitute. Swanney: Do you need one more hit? Renton: No, I don't think so. Swanney: For the long night that lies ahead? Renton: [narrating] We called him "Mother Superior" on account of the length of his habit. Of course I'd have another shot. After all, I had work to do.

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Renton: [narrating] This was typical of Mikey Forrester. In the normal run of things, I would have nothing to do with the cunt. But this was not the normal run of things. Renton: What the fuck are these?! Mikey Forrester: Opium suppositories. Ideal for your purposes. Slow release. Bring you down gradually. Custom fucking designed for your needs. Renton: I want a fucking hit! Mikey Forrester: That's all I've got, matey. Take it or leave it. Mikey Forrester: Aye, you feel better the now right? Renton: Oh, yeah, for all the good they've done me, I might as well have stuck them up my arse! Tommy: Doesn't it make you proud to be Scottish? Renton: It's SHITE being Scottish! We're the lowest of the low. The scum of the fucking Earth! The most wretched, miserable, servile, pathetic trash that was ever shat into civilisation. Some people hate the English. I don't. They're just wankers. We, on the other hand, are colonised by wankers. Can't even find a decent culture to be colonised by. We're ru

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Renton: Good luck, Spud. Spud: Cheers, cowboy. Renton: Now remember, if they think you're not trying, you're in trouble, right? First hint of that, and they'll be onto the D.H.S.S., "This cunt is not trying." And your giro's fuckin' finished, right? Spud: Right. Renton: But, then again, try too hard-- Spud: You might get the fuckin' job. [Chuckles] Renton: Exactly. Spud: Nightmare. Renton: It's a tightrope, Spud. It's a fuckin' tightrope. Spud: See, I just get pure shy with the interviewer cats. I get all nervous. I can't answer any of their questions, like I'm a footballer... and I get nerves on the big occasion, man. Renton: Try some of this, Spud. [Produces a folded up paper of a stimulant powder] Spud: Yeah, a little dab of speed is just the ticket, mate. Spud: No, I went Craignewton. I just put down Royal Edinburgh College to help get the job. There's too much discrimination in this town, they're both schools, right? We're all in this together. And I wanted to put across the gener

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Renton: Excuse me, excuse me. I don't mean to harass you, but I was very impressed with the capable and stylish manner in which you dealt with that situation. I was thinking to myself, now this girl's special. Diane: Thanks. Renton: What's your name? Diane: Diane. Renton: Where are you going, Diane? Diane: I'm going home. Renton: Where's that? Diane: It's where I live. Renton: Great. Diane: What? Renton: I'll come back with you if you like, but I'm not promising anything. Diane: Do you find that this approach usually works? Or, let me guess, you've never tried it before. In fact, you don't normally approach girls, am I right? The truth is that you're a quiet, sensitive type. But if I'm prepared to take a chance, I might just get to know the inner you: witty, adventurous, passionate, loving, loyal... Taxi! ...a little bit crazy, a little bit bad. But, hey, don't us girls just love that? Renton: Eh? Diane: Well... what's wrong, boy? Cat got your tongue? [enters taxicab] Renton: [confused

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Sick Boy: It's certainly a phenomenon in all walks of life. Renton: What do you mean? Sick Boy: Well, at one time, you've got it, and then you lose it, and it's gone forever. All walks of life: George Best, for example. Had it, lost it. Or David Bowie. Or Lou Reed. Renton: Lou Reed, some of his solo stuff's not bad. Sick Boy: No, it's not bad. But it's not great either, is it? And in your heart you kind of know that although it sounds all right, it's actually just...shite. Renton: So who else? Sick Boy: Charlie Nicholas, David Niven, Malcolm McLaren, Elvis Presley... Renton: Okay, okay, so what's the point you're trying to make? Sick Boy: All I'm trying to do, Mark, is help you understand that The Name of the Rose is merely a blip on an otherwise uninterrupted downward trajectory. Renton: What about The Untouchables? Sick Boy: I don't rate that at all. Renton: Despite the Academy Award? Sick Boy: That means fuck all. It's a sympathy vote. Renton: Right. So we all get old and then we ca

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Renton: What's on the menu this evening, sir? Swanney: Your favourite dish. Renton: Excellent. Swanney: Your usual table, sir. Renton: Oh, why, thank you. Swanney: Would sir care to pay for his bill in advance? Renton: No. Stick it on my tab. Swanney: Ah, regret to inform, sir, credit limit was reached and breached quite some time ago. Renton: Oh, well, in that case... [hands him some cash] Swanney: Oh, hard currency. Why, sir, that'll do nicely. Can't be too careful when we're dealing with your type, can we? Would sir care for a starter? Some garlic bread perhaps? Renton: No, thank you. I'll proceed directly to the intravenous injection of hard drugs, please. Swanney: As you wish sir, as you wish.

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