Trainspotting (1996)

Share this quote on facebook Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life . . . But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?

Share this quote on facebook People think it's all about misery and desperation and death and all that shite, which is not to be ignored. But what they forget is the pleasure of it. Otherwise we wouldn't do it. After all, we're not fucking stupid. At least, we're not that fucking stupid. Take the best orgasm you ever had, multiply it by a thousand and you're still nowhere near it. When you're on junk you have only one worry: scoring. When you're off it you are suddenly obliged to worry about all sorts of other shite. Got no money: can't get pissed. Got money: drinking too much. Can't get a bird: no chance of a ride. Got a bird: too much hassle. You have to worry about bills, about food, about some football team that never fucking wins, about human relationships and all the things that really don't matter when you've got a sincere and truthful junk habit.

Share this quote on facebook [explaining the gaps in his employment history - from a deleted scene included on some home media releases] Yes, I can. The truth—well, the truth is that I've had a long-standing problem with heroin addiction. I've been known to sniff it, smoke it, swallow it, stick it up my arse and inject it into my veins. I've been trying to combat this addiction, but unless you count social security scams and shoplifting, I haven't had a regular job in years.

Share this quote on facebook The downside of coming off junk was I knew I would need to mix with my friends again in a state of full consciousness. It was awful. They reminded me so much of myself, I could hardly bear to look at them. Take Sick Boy, for instance. He came off junk at the same time as me — not because he wanted to, you understand, but just to annoy me. Just to show me how easily he could do it, thereby downgrading my own struggle. Sneaky fucker, don't you think?

Share this quote on facebook Now I've justified this to myself in all sorts of ways. It wasn't a big deal, just a minor betrayal. Or we'd outgrown each other, you know, that sort of thing. But let's face it, I ripped them off - my so called mates. But Begbie, I couldn't give a shite about him. And Sick Boy, well, he'd have done the same to me, if he'd only thought of it first. And Spud, well okay, I felt sorry for Spud - he never hurt anybody. So why did I do it? I could offer a million answers - all false. The truth is that I'm a bad person. But, that's gonna change - I'm going to change. This is the last of that sort of thing. Now I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on, going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm gonna be just like you. The job, the family, the fucking big television. The washing machine, the car, the compact disc and electric tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisure wear, luggage, three piece suite, DIY, game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, nine to five, good at golf, washing the car, choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing gutters, getting by, looking ahead, the day you die.

Share this quote on facebook One thousand years from now, there won't be any guys and there won't be any girls, just wankers. Sounds all right to me.

Share this quote on facebook It looks easy this, but it's not. Looks like a doss, like a soft option. But living like this, it's a full-time business.

Share this quote on facebook Our only response was to keep on going and fuck everything. Pile misery upon misery, heap it up on a spoon and dissolve it with a drop of bile. Then squirt it into a stinking, purulent vein, and do it all over again. Keep on going, getting up, going out, robbing, stealing, fucking people over. Propelling ourselves with longing towards the day that it would all go wrong. Because no matter how much you stash or how much you steal, you'll never have enough. No matter how often you go out and rob and fuck people over, you always need to get up and do it all over again.

Share this quote on facebook Since I was on remand, they've had me on this programme. The state-sponsored addiction. Three sickly sweet doses of methadone a day instead of smack. But it's never enough. And at the moment, it's nowhere near enough. I took all three this morning, and now I've got 18 hours to go till my next shot, and the sweat on my back is like a layer of frost. I need to visit the mother-superior for one hit. One fucking hit to get us over this long, hard day.

Share this quote on facebook No way I would poison my body with that shite. All the fucking chemicals. No fucking way!

Share this quote on facebook Hey Rent boy, no fucking skag!

Share this quote on facebook It was fucking obvious that that cunt wis gonna fuck some cunt.

Share this quote on facebook You better clean up your fucking act sunshine. cut that shite out forever.

Share this quote on facebook See, inside you won't last two fucking days.

Share this quote on facebook Well, it's not our fault! Your boy went down because he was a fucking smack-head, and if that's not your fault than I don't know what is! I was the fucking cunt trying to get hum off it.

Share this quote on facebook Picture the scene. The other fucking week there, down the fucking Volley with Tommy, playing pool. I'm playing like Paul fucking Newman by the way. Giving the boy here the tanning of a lifetime. So it comes to the end, to the last shot, the deciding ball of the whole tournament. I'm on the black and he's sitting in the corner looking all fucking biscuit-arsed. When this hard cunt comes in. Obviously fucking fancied himself, like. Starts staring at me. Looking at me, like right fucking at me,as if to say, "Come ahead, square go". You ken me. I'm not the type of cunt that goes looking for fucking bother, like, but at the end of the day I'm the cunt with a pool cue and he can get the fat end in his puss any time he fucking wanted like. So I squares up, casual like. What does the hard cunt do? Or the so-called hard cunt? Shites it. Puts down his drink, turns, and gets the fuck out of there. And after that, well, the game was mine.

Share this quote on facebook [Renton goes to Mikey Forrester to buy a final shot of heroin; Forrester hands him suppositories]
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.
[Renton considers this and eventually takes the opium suppositories and inserts them]
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!

Share this quote on facebook 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 ruled by effete arseholes. It's a SHITE state of affairs to be in, Tommy, and all the fresh air in the world won't make any fucking difference!

Share this quote on facebook 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] I left something...
Taxi Driver: You getting in or not, pal?
[Renton gets into taxicab]

Share this quote on facebook 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.

Share this quote on facebook [Renton, Sick Boy, Begbie and Spud are trying to sell a large quantity of heroin to a big-time dealer]
Dealer: So, how much would you like for this?
Begbie: 20,000.
Dealer: Well, I don't think it's worth more than 15.
Renton: [narration] This was a real drag to him. He didn't need to negotiate. I mean, what the fuck were we going to do if he didn't buy it? Sell it on the streets? Fuck that.
Begbie: Well... 19.
Dealer: Terribly sorry, I can't go to 19.
Begbie: [flustered] Well, fuckin' 16, then.
Dealer: [chuckles] Okay. "Well fuckin' 16" it is, then.

Share this quote on facebook Mrs. Renton: We'll help you son. You'll stay here with us, till you get better. We're gonna beat this together.
Renton: Maybe I, Maybe I should go back to the clinic?
Mrs. Renton: No. No clinics, no methadone. That only made you worse, you said so yourself. You lied to us son. Your own mother and father!
Renton: You could bring us some jellies.
Mrs. Renton: No! You're worse coming off that than the heroin. Nothing at all!
Mr. Renton: It's a clean break this time.
Mrs. Renton: You're staying here, where we can keep an eye on you.
Renton: I appreciate what you're trying to do. I really do, but I just need one more score like. Just bring me one more hit. I need one more fucking hit! You fuck!
Begbie: Well, that's a good fucking laugh, ain't it? You sweat that shite out of your system, cause I'll come back and it's still here, I'll fucking kick it out. Okay?

Share this quote on facebook Diane: Dear Mark, I'm glad you've found a job and somewhere to live. School is fine at the moment. I'm not pregnant, but thanks for asking. Your friend Sick-Boy asked me last week if I would like to work for him, but I told him where to go. I met Spud who sends his regards, or at least I think that's what he said. No one seen Tommy for ages, and finally, Francis Begbie has been on television a lot this week, as he is wanted by the police, in connection with an armed robbery in a jewellers in Corstorphine. Take care, Yours with love. Diane.
(Door bell rings... Renton looks at the letter again...)
Diane: Francis Begbie.
(Door bell rings again...)
Renton: Oh no!
Begbie: Armed robbery? What? With a replica? I mean how can it be an armed robbery with a fucking replica? Fucking scandal. And the gear? look! Supposed to be fucking solid silver, it's fucking garbage. There's Young couples investing their hopes in that stuff and all.
Renton: It's a scandal Franco.
Begbie: Too fucking right that is!
Begbie: And I don't want any pot noodles by the way. I'm fucking lee marvin.

Share this quote on facebook (Door bell rings... Renton looks at the letter again...)

Share this quote on facebook (Door bell rings again...)

Share this quote on facebook Begbie: Did you bring the cards?
Sick Boy: What?
Begbie : The cards, the last thing I told you was to mind the cards!
Sick Boy: Well, I've not brought them.
Begbie: It's fucking boring after a while without the cards.
Sick Boy: I'm sorry.
Begbie: Bit fucking late, like.
Sick Boy: Why didn't you bring them?
Begbie: 'cause I fucking told you to bring them, you doss cunt!
Sick Boy: Christ...

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