Simon: I have a son. He's in London with his fucking whore mother.
Renton: See him?
Simon: Pretty regular. Currently, once every - 10 years.
Simon: Naturally, you'll have to lie to your wife. If you need inspiration, just imagine her reaction to that.
[holds up a thumb drive]
Simon: Or, how this might interest the pupils of that leading private school. I think they might enjoy the end a little bit with the strap on. I know I did. I'm going to text you the details of a bank account. I
expect to see a thousand pound payment in there - by the end of the week.
Tourism Girl: Velcome to Edinburgh. Velcome to Edinburgh.
Renton: Excuse me.
Tourism Girl: Yes?
Renton: Where are you from?
Tourism Girl: Slovenia.
Renton: [pitch before a board for a small business grant for Veronika's 'sauna'] This is the renovation and conversion of an iconic Leith building. We see it very much as being an artisanal Bed and Breakfast experience. A destination in its own right. Artworks by local artists on the walls. Locally sourced fresh food. Outreach programs to inspire children in school to think
'outside the box'. To inspire in them a belief that: Yes, they can. There was a time when this port served thousands of ships around the globe. Now, it can rise again. And we believe our business will occupy a central role both physically and emotionally - at the heart of this new wave of regeneration in Leith.
Simon: Leith 2.1.
Renton: Exactly.
Diane: So, as I understand it, the complainant, the Deputy Head Master, alleges that he's been the victim of attempted extortion. How does Sick Boy intend to plead?
Renton: It's actually Simon, these days.
Diane: Right. Simon.
Simon: 20 years ago, a couple of bags of H, quality stuff, took it to London, Me, Begbie, Spud Murphy. Sold it. Not a bad price. 16,000 pounds, to be divided into four equal parts. He ran off with it. Took it all. And now, what does he think I am? A whore? He can just pay me off? 4,000 pound - not even any interest. What am I supposed to do with that? Buy a fuckin' time machine?
Live my life all over again? Only this time, not being robbed and betrayed by my *best* fuckin' friend! No, it doesn't work like that.
Renton: Three months ago, I suffered what I been told was an episode of acute coronary insufficiency - like a heart attack. They put a - tube in here and I've got a metal stint in my left coronary artery. Good as new, apparently. Good as new. It should last another 30 years, they said. But, they didn't say what to do with those 30 years. 2 or 3, 5, I'll take that. I can cope with
that. I can think of enough things to do to piss away what remains; but, 30? What am I supposed to do with that? I'm 46 and I'm fucked! I've got no home. I've got nowhere to think of as a home. I don't really know anyone. And what's the substance of our acquaintance?
Simon: Friendship, please.