Peter Mullan: Swanney
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton : Never again, Swanney. I'm off the scag.
Swanney : Are you serious?
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton : Yeah, no more. I'm finished with that shite.
Swanney : Well, it's up to you, man.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton : Gonna get it right this time. Gonna get it sorted out. Gonna get off it for good.
Swanney : I've heard that one before.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton : The Sick Boy method?
Swanney : Well, it nearly worked for him, hey.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton : Well, he's always been lacking in moral fiber.
Swanney : He knows a lot about Sean Connery.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton : That's hardly a substitute.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton : [narrating] I wished that I'd gone down instead of Spud. Here I was surrounded by my family and my so-called mates and I've never felt so alone. Never in all my puff. Since I was on remand, they've had me on this program, this 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 eighteen hours to go until my next shot. I've got sweat on my back like a layer of frost. I need to visit the Mother Superior for one hit. One final hit to get us over this long, hard day.
[to Swanney 'Mother Superior']
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton : What's on the menu this evening, Sir?
Swanney : Your favorite dish.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton : Excellent.
Swanney : Your usual table, Sir.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton : Oh, why thank you.
Swanney : Would Sir care to pay for his bill in advance?
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton : No. Stick it on my tab.
Swanney : Ah, regret to inform, sir, credit limit was reached and breached quite some time ago.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton : Oh, well in that case...
[hands him some cash]
Swanney : Ah, hard currency. Thank you, Sir. Can't be too careful these days. Would Sir care for a starter of some garlic bread perhaps?
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton : No, thank you. I will proceed directly to the intravenous injection of hard drugs, please.