written by John Hodge; book by Irvine Welsh
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 Mother Superior)
Renton: What's on the menu this evening sir?
Mother Superior: Your favorite dish.
Mother: Your usual table, sir.
Renton: Oh, why thank you.
Mother: Would sir care to pay for his bill in advance?
Renton: No. Stick it on my tab.
Mother: Ah, regret to inform, sir, credit limit was reached and breached quite some time ago.
Renton: Oh, well in that case...(pays with cash)
Mother Superior: Would sir care for a starter of some garlic bread perhaps?
Renton: No, thank you. I will proceed directly to the IV of hard drugs, please.
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