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: 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
: Say something Mark.
] Sick Boy
: Fucking say something, huh? Mark "Rent-boy" Renton
: I'm cooking up.
: Personality, I mean that's what counts, right? That's what keeps a relationship going through the years. Like heroin, I mean heroin's got a great fucking personality.
: [Sean Connery accent
] Do you shee the beasht? Have you got it in your shights? Mark "Rent-boy" Renton
: [aiming the pellet gun at a dog
] Clear enough, Missh Moneypenny! This should preshent no shignificant problemsh!
[shoots the dog which starts attacking its owner
] Sick Boy
: For a vegetarian, Rents, you're a fuckin' EVIL shot!
: It's certainly a phenomenon in all walks of life. Mark "Rent-boy" 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... Mark "Rent-boy" Renton
: Some of his solo stuff's not bad. Sick Boy
: No, it's not bad, but it's not great either. And in your heart you kind of know that although it sounds all right, it's actually just shite. Mark "Rent-boy" Renton
: So who else? Sick Boy
: Charlie Nicholas, David Niven, Malcolm McLaren, Elvis Presley... Mark "Rent-boy" Renton
: OK, OK, so what's the point you're trying to make? Sick Boy
: All I'm trying to do is help you understand that The Name of The Rose is merely a blip on an otherwise uninterrupted downward trajectory. Mark "Rent-boy" Renton
: What about The Untouchables? Sick Boy
: I don't rate that at all. Mark "Rent-boy" Renton
: Despite the Academy Award? Sick Boy
: That means fuck all. Its a sympathy vote. Mark "Rent-boy" Renton
: Right. So we all get old and then we can't hack it anymore. Is that it? Sick Boy
: Yeah. Mark "Rent-boy" Renton
: That's your theory? Sick Boy
: Yeah. Beautifully fucking illustrated.
: Good chips! Mark "Rent-boy" Renton
: ...I can't believe you did that... Sick Boy
: I got a good price for it! Rents I need the money! Mark "Rent-boy" Renton
: IT WAS MY FUCKING TELLY! Sick Boy
: Well, Christ. If I knew you were going to get so humpty about it, I wouldn't have bothered!... Fucking rented anyway...
[pointing to Rent's fish
] Sick Boy
: You gonna eat that?
[takes fish anyways
] Sick Boy
: ...Have you got a passport? Mark "Rent-boy" Renton
: Why? Sick Boy
: I met this bloke, runs a hotel... brothel, LOADS of contacts. Does a nice side-line of punting British passports to foreigners... I could get you a good price... Mark "Rent-boy" Renton
: And WHY would I want to sell my passport? Sick Boy
: ...It was just an idea...
: Ursula Andress, the quintessential Bond girl. That's what everyone says. The embodiment of his superiority over us. Beautiful, exotic, highly sexual and totally unavaiable to anyone apart from him. Shite. Let's face it. She can shag one punter from Edinburgh, she'd shag the whole lot of us.