Movie Quotes from Trainspotting: Quotes from the movie Trainspotting
*shouting* USELESS MOTHERFUCKER, THAT’S WHAT SHE CALLED ME!
…I JUST NEED ONE MORE FUCKN HIT! YA FUCKS!
…propelling ourselves with longing towards the day when it would all go wrong…
1) Did you bring the cards? 2) No, I did not bother. 1) I told you to bring the cards! 2) Why didn’t YOU bring them? 1) Because I told YOU to bring them!
1) naw naw I went tae Craigie!!! I only said I went to Edinburgh Academy to get ma foot in the door. Showin initiative and that eh? 2)Mr Murphy you were referred here by the dept of employment, there was no need to get your foot in the door so to speak.
1) What’s this?
2) Opium suppositories.
3) Oh aye, for all the good they’ve done me, I might as well’ve shoved them up ma arse!
1)…aw right, whae else? 2)Charlie Nicholas, David Niven, Malcolm McClaren, Elvis Presley- 1)What’s yer point? 2)The point ah’m trying tae make, Rents, is that The Name ay the Rose is merely a blip oan an otherwise doonward trajectory. 1)Well, what aboot The Untouchables? 2)Ah dunnae rate that at aw. 1)Despite the Academy Award? 2)That means fuck-aw! It’s a sympathy vote. … 1)Sae that’s it? That’s yir unifying theory? 2)Yeah! Beautifully-fuckin-illustrated. 1)Give me the gun… give me the gun! 2)Dae ye shee the beasht? Have ye goat it in yer shightsh? 1)Clear enough, Missh Moneypenny. Thish should preshent nae shignificant problemsh…[shoots a dog in the ass] 2)Fir a vegetarian, Rents, ye’re a fuckin evil shot.
1,000 years from now, there’ll be no guys or girls, just wankers.
1. you’re too young! 2. too young for whot??
2)…all right, who else? 1)Charlie Nicholas, David Niven, Malcolm McClaren, Elvis Presley- 2)-what’s your point? 1)The point I’m trying to make, Rents, is that The Name of the Rose is merely a blip on an otherwise downward trajectory. 2)Well, what about The Untouchables? 1)I don’t rate that at all. 2)Despite the Academy Award? 1)That means fuck-all! It’s a sympathy vote. 2)Give me the gun… give me the gun! 1)[imitating Sean Connery]Do you see the beast? Have you got it in your sights? 2)[imitating Sean Connery]Clear enough, Ms. Moneypenny. This should present no significant problems…[shoots a dog in the ass] 1)For a vegetarian, Rents, you’re a fucking evil shot.
> All right. Nobody move. This girl got glassed and no cunt leaves here until we find out which cunt did it.
>> And who the fuck are you?!
> YEAH!!!!!!!! (kicks him in the balls, melee ensues)
>Did you bring the cards?
>The last thing I told you was to mind the cards.
>> Well… I hava-na got them… (yells at him)
>>Well, why didn’t you bring them?
>Because I fucking told you to do that, you doss cunt!
A: Sorry, boys, I don’t have two thousand pounds.
B: Yes, you fucking do. I’ve seen your statement!
B: Two thousand, one hundred… and thirty-three pound.
and with God’s help I will hopefully be able to rid myself of this terrible affliction.
Armed Robbery? Well it’s a replica. How in fuck can you do a armed robbery with a fucking replica?
because u are the dude in the chair and i am melrey here
Begbie: NOBODY MOVE!!! that lassie got glassed, no c**t leaved till we find out wot c**t did it!!!
Random Drinker:who the f**k are you!!?!
Brilliant gold taps, virginal white marble, a seat carved from ebony, a cistern full of Chanel Number 5, and a flunky handing me pieces of raw silk toilet roll.
Brilliant gold taps, virginal white marble, a seat carved from ebony, a cistern full of chanel number five, and a flunky handing me pieces of raw silk toilet roll. But under the circumstances I’ll settle for anywhere.
Choose life, choose a job, choose a fucking career…
Choose life, now why would i want to do something like that?
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 leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite 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 junkfood in your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life.
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 leisurewear and matching 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 junk food into your mouth. choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. choose a future. choose life… but why would i want to do a thing like that?
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 DIY and wondering who fuck you are on a Sunday morning.Choose sitting on a couch watching mind-numbing,spirit crushing game shows,stuffing junk food into your mouth.Choose rotting away at the ned of it all,pishing your last in a misarable home,nothing more than a embarrasment to the selfish,fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.Choose your future.Choose life… But why do I want to do a thing like that?
Choose life. Choose the fucking big television, two car garage and three piece suite…choose life. Except I chose not to choose life. Instead I chose something else – Heroin.
Diane was right. The world is changing, music is changing, drugs are changing, even men and women are changing. One thousand years from now there’ll be no guys and no girls, just wankers. Sounds great to me. It’s just a pity that no one told Begbie.
For a vegaterian Rents, you’ve got an evil fucking shot
For a vegetarian Rents….your’re a fucking evil shot.
For a vegetarian Rentz youre a fuckin evil shot.
For a vegetarian, Rents, you’re a fucking evil shot.
For a vegeterian Rents you’re a fucking evil shot.
For a vegetrian Rents you’re a fucking evil shots.
For all the good they’ve done me i might as well have stuck ’em up my ass.
Goldfinger is better than Dr No…they’re both better than Diamonds Are Forever.
he knows alot about sean connery
i canna belive u done that…rents i needed the money ….it was my fuking tele
I chose not to choose life, I choose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons! Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?
I don’t feel the sickness yet, but it’s in the post. That’s for sure. I’m in the junkie limbo at the moment. Too ill to sleep. Too tired to stay awake, but the sickness is on its way. Sweat, chills, nausea. Pain and craving. A need like nothing else I’ve ever known will soon take hold of me. It’s on its way.
I give you money for cigarettes.
I haven’t felt that good since Archie Garrels scored against Holland in 1978.
I just get pure shy in front of the interviewer cats. It’s like, I’m a footballer and I get nerves before a big occasion!
I’ll proceed directly to the intravenous injection of hard drugs please.
I’m cleaning up and I’m moving on, going straight and choosing life.
I’m sorry, man.
in a thousand years it will just be wankers
In a word–pleasure. It’s like, my pleasure in other people’s leisure.
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 don’t us girls just love that?
It was fucking obvious that cunt was gonna fuck some cunt!
It was my fucking telly!
It’s a mugs game, Mrs. Renton. I’m not saying I’m totally blameless myself, far from it, but there comes a time when you have to put that nonsense behind you and just say no.
It’s SHIT 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 on civilization. Some people hate the English. I don’t. They’re just wankers. We, on the other hand, are colonized by wankers. Can’t even find a decent culture to get colonized by. We’re ruled by effete assholes. It’s a shit state of affairs to be in, Tommy, and all the fresh air in the world won’t make any fucking difference!
It’s shite bein’ Scottish!
Look! I’m no’ a fuckin’ boofty, right!!?
No way I put that shite in my body (takes a shot of scotch) Its naught but fucking chemicals!
No way would I poison my body with that shite, all them fucking chemicals,
no fucking way!
Now I’ve justified ithis 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 shit 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, ok, 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. I’m cleaning up and I’m moving on. Going straight and choosing life. I’m looking forward to it already. I’m going to be just like you.
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 shit about him. And Sick Boy, well he’d 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 cleaing 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.
Of course I’d have another shot…..I had work to do.
oh i believe i will skip right to the intravenious injection of hard drugs.
People think it’s all about misery and desperation and death and all that shit 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.
Personality, I mean that’s what counts, right? Personality, I mean that’s what keeps a relationship going through the years. Like heroin. I mean, heroin’s got great fucking personality.
Picture the best orgasm you ever had. Multiply it by a thousand and you’re still nowhere near it.
Picture the scene, the other fucking week there, doin the fuckin volley with tommy playin pool. im playin like paul fuckin newman by the way. givin the boy here the tannin of a lifetime, so it comes to the end of the last shot, the deciding ball of the whole tournament, im on the black hes sittin in the corner lookin all fuckin biscuit-arsed. when this hard cunt comes in. obviously fuckin fancied himself like. starts starin at me. looking at me right fuckin at me as if to say ‘come ahead, square go’. you know me, im not the type of cunt that goes lookin for fuckin bother like but eh, at the end of the day, im the cunt with a pool cue and he can get the fat end in his puss anytime he fuckin wanted like. so i squares up, casually like, what does the hard cunt do, or the so-called hard cunt, SHITES IT! Puts down his drink, turns and gets the fuck oot of there, and after that, well the game was mine.
Relinquishing junk, stage one. 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-one large tub of; magnesium, milk of-one bottle; paracetimol; mouthwash; vitamins; mineral water; lukicite; pornography; one matress; one bucket for urine, one for feces, and one for vomitous; one television; and one bottle of valium, which I have already procured from my mother, who is, in her own domestic and socially acceptable way, also a drug addict. And now I’m ready.
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, one large tub of. Magnesium, milk of, one bottle. Paracetamol, mouthwash, vitamins. Mineral water, Lucozade, pornography. One mattress. One bucket for urine, one for feces, and one for vomit. 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 the Valium takes effect.
Rents: I can’t believe you did that!
Sick Boy: I got a good price for it.
Rents: It was my fucking telly!
SickBoy: Well, christ, if I’d known you were gonna get so humpty about it I wouldn’t have bothered. (muttering) It was only rented anyway. You gonna eat that? (helping himself to Rents’ food)
Sae, what does the hard cunt dae- or the so-called hard cunt? Shites it! Puts doon his drink, turns, n gets the fuck ootay there. N, eftir that, well, the game wis mine.
She wasn’t my baby, baby Dawn
Sick Boy: Do you she the beast? Have you got it in your shites? Rent: Clear enough Missh Money Penny, thish should preshent no shignificant problemsh.
sneaky fucker don’ ya think?
so i walked over, casual like
So, 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.
SPUD: I don’t know, man. I’m gonna get something for my ma, I think. Get some good speed. No bicarb. Get a girl, take her out, treat her right.
BEGBIE: Shag her senseless!
SPUD: No man! True love, true love. Eh, but I could really handle some hot sex with a Jewish princess!
BEGBIE: You daft cunt!
SPUD: Or a Catholic!
BEGBIE: If you’re going to waste it on a bird you may as well fucking leave it all to me!
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.
take the best orgasm you ever had ! multiplay it by a thousand and your still nowhere near it !!
Thank you, Your Honor. With God’s help I’ll conquer this terrible affliction.
That beats any meat injection. That beats any fucking cock in the world.
that guy is fuckin’ psycho! But he’s a mate, so what can you do?
That lassie got glassed and no cunt leaves until we find out what cunt did it!
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.
The kitten was fine.
The reason? Who needs reason when you got heroin?
There are better things than the needle, Rents. Choose life.
They’re my sheets Spud!
This was to be my final hit, but let’s be clear about this. There’s final hits and final hits. What kind was this to be?
this won’t cause any significant problem miss money penny
Tommy: doesn’t it make you proud to be Scottish?!
Rent: It’s shite being Scottish! We’re the lowest of the low! the most wretched, servile, peathetic trash that was ever shat into civilization! Some people hate the English, I don’t their just wankers, we on the other hand are colinized by wankers! it’s a shite state of afairs to be in, tOmmy, and all the fresh air in the world wont make any fucking difference!
Wake up Spud…SEX!! …casual sex…!!
We called him Mother Superior on account of the length of his habit.
We would have injected vitamin C if only they had made it illegal!
Well can ye get me soom jellies?… Nooo, noo jellies, yoo’r worse gettn’ off those than y’are th’heroin…
Well for all the good they’ve done me I might as well have stuck ’em up my arse!!
Well he’s always been lacking in moral fiber.
He knows alot about Sean Connery.
That’s hardly a substitute.
Well it’s not our fault! Your boy went down because he’s a fucking smack-head! And if that’s not your fault I don’t know what is!
What are you two talking about? Football. What are you two talking about? Shopping.
What do you mean its gone? Where has it gone Tommy?
It’ll be here somewhere… I may have returned it by mistake.
Returned it? Where? The video shop Tommy? THE FUCKING VIDEO SHOP? Oh GAWD Tommy I feel sick.
What’s on the menu for today, sir?
whats wrong boy cat got ur tounge
When you’re on junk, you have only one worry; Scoring. When you’re off it, you’re suddenly obliged to worry about all sorts of other shite. Got no money, can’t get drunk. Got money, drinking too much. Can’t get a girl, no chance of a ride. Got a girl, too much hassle. You have to worry about bills, about food, about a 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.
Who needs reasons when you have heroin?
with the winings we went out to celeabrate
Yeah, that hit was good. I promised myself another one before we got to London. Just the one, like, for old time’s sake. Just to piss Begbie off. This was his nightmare. The dodgiest scam in a lifetime of dodgy scams. Being perpetrated with three of the most useless and unreliable fuck-ups in town. I knew what was going on his mind. Any trouble in London and he’d dump us immediately. One way or another he had to. If he got caught with a bag full of skag, on top of that armed robbery shit he was going down for fifteen to twenty. Begbie was hard, but not so hard he didn’t shite it off twenty years in prison. This was to be my final hit. But let’s be clear about this. There’s final hits, and final hits. What kind was this to be?
Yes!! You fuckin’ dancer!!
You always got the truth from Tommy. It was one of his weaknesses.
You always got the truth from tommy. It was one of his weaknesses.
You know, Rents, for a vegitarian, you’re a mean shot.
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