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"Choose your friends." |
"And that was it. That was Begbie's story. Or at least that was Begbie's version of the story..." |
"And with that, Mark Renton had fallen in love." |
"I expect you to be a considerate and thoughtful lover, generous but firm." |
"I had a little too much to drink. I'm afraid I had a slight accident..." |
"Look, Tommy, we know you're getting a hard time off Lizzy, but there's no need to take it out on us." |
"Fuck it, we would have injected vitamin C if only they'd made it illegal." |
"It's the first day of the Edinburgh Festival." |
"I'm in the junky limbo at the moment, too ill to sleep, too tired to stay awake, but the sickness is on its way." |
"I met Spud, who sends his regards, or at least I think that's what he said..." |
"I've no fucking cigarettes..." |
"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..." |
"But let's be clear about this: there's final hits and final hits. What kind was this to be?" |
"Hey, Rent-boy, bring us down a smoke." |
"Bastard!!!" |
"So why did I do it? I could offer a million answers, all false." |