Begbie: Look, I'm not a fucking buftie, and that's the end of it!
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: Well, let's face it, it could've been wonderful.
Spud: No! I went to Craigy, Craig Newton. I just put down "Royal Edinburgh College" to help get the job. There's too much discrimination in this town, man. Cause they're both schools, right? And we are all in this together, and I want to put across the general idea rather than the details, like people get all hung up on details, like which school did I go to? How many grades did I
get? It could be six, it could be none. It's not important! What is important is that I am, yes?
Man: Mr. Murphy, do you mean that you lied on your application?
Spud: No! Oh yeah, oh yes, only to get my foot in the door, showing initiative and that like.
Man: But you were referred here by the department of employment, there
was no need for you to get your "foot in the door" as you put it.
Spud: Eh, cool, whatever you say man, sorry. You're the man, the dude-in-the-chair. I am merely here... like obviously I'm here like, but...
Man: Mr. Murphy, what exactly attracts you to the leisure industry?
Spud: In a word? Pleasure. Like my pleasure in other
people's leisure.
Woman: Do you see yourself as having any weaknesses?
Spud: [Shakes head] Oh yes! Cause like I'm a bit of a perfectionist, actually. Yes, I am. See, for me it's got to be the best or is nothing at all. Like, things get a bit dodgy I just cannot be bothered. But here I've got good vibes about this interview thing today, mate. Seems to
me that it's going pretty well, eh?
Man: Thank you Mr. Murphy, we'll let you know.
Spud: The pleasure was mine, mate.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: [to Mrs. Murphy] I'm sorry Mrs. Murphy. That wasn't fair Spud goin' down and not me
Begbie: [to Mrs. Murphy] Well it's not our fault! Your boy went down because he's a fuckin' smackhead! And if that's not your fault, then I don't know what is.
[Mrs. Murphy turns to walk away]
Begbie: I was the fuckin'
cunt who tried to get him off it.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: Straight away, he clocked us for what we were, small time wasters with an accidental big deal.
Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: [patronising] The day you die.