Trainspotting 1996 quotes, page 3

Renton

One thousand years from now there'll be no guys and no girls, just wankers. Sounds great to me.

Renton

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.

Renton

Our only response was to keep on going and **** 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, **** 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 **** people over, you always need to get up and do it all over again.

Renton

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 **** stupid. At least, we're not that **** 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 pished. 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 **** wins, about human relationships and all the things that really don't matter when you've got a sincere and truthful junk habit.

Begbie

Picture the scene. The other **** week there, down the **** Volley with Tommy, playing pool. I'm playing like Paul **** 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 **** biscuit-arsed. When this hard **** comes in, obviously **** fancied himself, like, starts staring at me. Looking at me, like right **** at me, as if to say, "Come ahead, square go." You ken me. I'm not the type of **** that goes looking for **** bother, like, but at the end of the day I'm the **** with a pool cue, and he can get the fat end in his puss any time he **** wanted like. So I squares up, casual like. What does the hard **** do? Or the so-called hard ****? Shites it. Puts down his drink, turns, and gets the **** out of there. And after that, well, the game was mine.

Renton

Relinquishing junk, stage one: preparation. For this you will need: one room which you will not leave. Soothing music. Tomato soup, ten tins of. Mushroom soup, eight tins of, for consumption cold. Ice cream, vanilla, large tub of. Magnesia, milk of, one bottle. Paracetamol. Mouthwash. Vitamins. Mineral water. Lucozade. Pornography. One mattress, one bucket for urine, one for feces, and one for vomitus. One television, and one bottle of Valium, which I've already procured from my mother who is, in her own domestic and socially acceptable way, also a drug addict. And now I'm ready. All I need is one final hit to soothe the pain while Valium takes effect.

Begbie

See, inside you won't last two **** days.

Renton

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 **** hit to get us over this long, hard day.

Renton

Swanney taught us to adore and respect the National Health Service, for it was the source of much of our gear. We stole drugs. We stole prescriptions or bought them, sold them, swapped them, forged them, photocopied them. Or traded drugs with cancer victims, alcoholics, old-age pensioners, AIDS patients, epileptics, and bored housewives.

Renton

Thank you, your honor. With God's help I'll conquer this terrible affliction.

Renton

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.

Renton

There was no such thing as society and even if there was, I most certainly had nothing to do with it. (Himself quoting Margaret Thatcher, from Women's Own magazine, October 31 1987.)

Renton

We called him Mother Superior on account of the length of his habit.

Begbie

Well, it's not our fault! Your boy went down because he was a **** smack-head, and if that's not your fault then I don't know what is! I was the **** **** trying to get hum off it.

Begbie

You better clean up your **** act, sunshine. Cut that shite out forever.