I wished that I'd gone down instead of Spud. Here I was surrounded by my family and my...

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.