T2: Trainspotting

Sick Boy: "Call the police."
Nikki: "What shall I say?"
Sick Boy: "Just tell them we're dead."

Sick Boy: "Hello, Franko."
Francis Begbie: "Simon. I'm old."

Diane: "Do you still take heroin?"
Renton: "No."

Spud: "Missed you, mate."
Renton: "I missed you too, Spud."

"Choose life. Choose Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and hope that someone, somewhere cares. Choose looking up old flames, wishing you'd done it all differently. And choose watching history repeat itself. Choose your future. Choose reality TV, slut-shaming, revenge porn. Choose a zero-hour contract, a two hour journey to work, and the same for your kids, only worse, and smother the pain with an unknown does, of an unknown drug made in somebody's kitchen. And then, take a deep breath. You are an addict, so be addicted. Just be addicted to something else. Choose the ones you love. Choose your future. Choose life."

"Hello, Mark. What have you been up to... for twenty years?"