Veronika: What's 'Choose life'?
Veronika: 'Choose life'. Simon says it sometimes. He says "Choose life, Veronika!"
Renton: 'Choose life'. 'Choose life' was a well meaning slogan from a 1980's anti-drug campaign and we used to add things to it, so I might say for example, choose... designer lingerie, in the vain hope of kicking some life back into a dead relationship. Choose handbags, choose high-heeled shoes, cashmere and silk, to make yourself feel what passes for happy. Choose an iPhone made in China by a woman who jumped out of a window and stick it in the pocket of your jacket fresh from a South-Asian Firetrap. Choose Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat, Instagram and a thousand others ways to spew your bile across people you've never met. Choose updating your profile, tell the world what you had for breakfast and hope that someone, somewhere cares. Choose looking up old flames, desperate to believe that you don't look as bad as they do. Choose live-blogging, from your first wank 'til your last breath; human interaction reduced to nothing more than data. Choose ten things you never knew about celebrities who've had surgery. Choose screaming about abortion. Choose rape jokes, slut-shaming, revenge porn and an endless tide of depressing misogyny. Choose 9/11 never happened, and if it did, it was the Jews. Choose a zero-hour contract and a two-hour journey to work. And choose the same for your kids, only worse, and maybe tell yourself that it's better that they never happened. And then sit back and smother the pain with an unknown dose of an unknown drug made in somebody's fucking kitchen. Choose unfulfilled promise and wishing you'd done it all differently. Choose never learning from your own mistakes. Choose watching history repeat itself. Choose the slow reconciliation towards what you can get, rather than what you always hoped for. Settle for less and keep a brave face on it. Choose disappointment and choose losing the ones you love, then as they fall from view, a piece of you dies with them until you can see that one day in the future, piece by piece, they will all be gone and there'll be nothing left of you to call alive or dead. Choose your future, Veronika. Choose life.
Simon: [in the Highlands with Mark and Spud to remember Tommy] Well, I'm trying hard, Mark, but I'm not feeling anything. We were young, bad things happened. It's over. Can we go home now?
Renton: Two hours to the next train.
Simon: Oh for fuck's sake.
Renton: Look, we're here as an act of memorial.
Simon: Nostalgia! That's why you're here. You're a tourist in your own youth. Just 'cause you had a near-death experience and now you're feeling all fuzzy and warm. What other moments will you be revisiting? Like you were the one who gave Tommy that bad gear?
Renton: How about your baby Dawn she'd be what twenty now?
Spud: First, there's an opportunity. Then... there's a betrayal.
Spud: [Renton has just saved Spud from asphyxiating] You ruined my life, and now you're ruining my fucking death too!
Veronika: [to Renton and Simon, in Bulgarian] You know nothing. You understand nothing. You live in the past. Where I come from, the past is something to forget, but here it's all you talk about. You are clearly so in love with each other that I feel awkward in your company. Instead of looking at me you should get naked and fuck each other.
Renton: Aha. Cheers.
Simon: Up your ass.
Begbie: [Begbie drops Viagra in his bathroom stall]
Renton: [Renton laughs]
Renton: What's all this then? Planning a special event are we, sir?
Begbie: Give me the tablets, pal!
Renton: Remember not to exceed the stated dose.
Begbie: Give me the fucking tablets or I'll come through there and pound your fucking head in!
Renton: Alright fucking calm down.
Renton: For fuck's sake.
Begbie: [Begbie and Renton realize who they're talking to]
Renton: [Renton slowly heads toward the stall door]
Begbie: [Begbie slowly looks over the side of the stall] CUNT!
Spud: "We went for a piss in the old Leith Central Station. Me, Renton and Begbie. Place was empty, soon to be demolished. An old drunkard whom Begbie had been looking at, lurched up to us, wine bottle in his hand."
Begbie's Father: What're you up to, lads, eh? Trainspotting? In Leith Central?
Spud: "He says laughing. I noticed Begbie seemed strangely subdued and uncomfortable. It was only then I realised. The old wino was Begbie's father."
Begbie: There's something I have to do tonight, and then I'm going away. One way or another, it'll be a long time before you see me again. So I just thought I'd come by. I just thought I'd come by and say good luck, son. That's all.
Frank Juror: Thanks, Dad.
Begbie: See, it's difficult for me, 'cause... We never had any of that when I was a boy. Not, like, hotel...
Frank Juror: Management.
Begbie: Aye, hotel fucking management, all that shit. I never has any of that. Still... World changes, eh, June? Even if we don't. So... Look after yourself, son.
Begbie: The old wino was my father. This fool is yours. You'll be a better man than either of us.
Diane: So, are you the woman in the video?
Veronika: My face is not seen.
Diane: Do you have any identifying marks? Tattoos on your buttocks?
Veronika: Certainly not.
Diane: On your perineum?
Renton: [softly] It's the bit of skin between your vagina and your bumhole.
Veronika: That's disgusting.
Diane: So you're not vajazzled.
Begbie: World changes, eh, June? Even if we don't.
Renton: I did steal the money, but they shouldn't have been surprised. I mean, we stole from all sorts of people. Shops, businesses, neighbours, family. Friends was just one more class of victim.
Renton: What are you gonna do?
Veronika: I'm going to be the madame in Simon's bordello.
Renton: But really... What are you gonna do?
Veronika: I don't know. I should go home. But... To go home with nothing? No qualification, no career, not even bringing money.
Renton: What's at home?
Veronika: You know. Emotional attachment. That's all.
Begbie: Who's the fuckin smart cunt now!
Gail: I've come up with a title.
Renton: Had it all before us, didn't we? Had it all still to come.