Sick Boy:
It's certainly a phenomenon in all walks of life.
Renton:
What do you mean?
Sick Boy:
Well, at one time, you've got it, and then you lose it, and it's gone forever. All walks of life: George Best, for example. Had it, lost it. Or David Bowie, or Lou Reed.
Renton:
Lou Reed, some of his solo stuff's not bad.
Sick Boy:
No, it's not bad. But it's not great either, is it? And in your heart you kind of know that although it sounds all right, it's actually just...shite.
Renton:
So who else?
Sick Boy:
Charlie Nicholas, David Niven, Malcolm McLaren, Elvis Presley...
Renton:
OK, OK, so what's the point you're trying to make?
Sick Boy:
All I'm trying to do, Mark, is help you understand that The Name of the Rose is merely a blip on an otherwise uninterrupted downward trajectory.
Renton:
What about The Untouchables?
Sick Boy:
I don't rate that at all.
Renton:
Despite the Academy Award?
Sick Boy:
That means fuck all. It's a sympathy vote.
Renton:
Right. So we all get old and then we can't hack it anymore. Is that it?
Sick Boy:
Yeah.
Renton:
That's your theory?
Sick Boy:
Yeah. Beautifully fucking illustrated.
Renton:
Give me the gun. Give me the gun.
Sick Boy:
[affects a Sean Connery accent] Do you see the beast? Have you got it in your sights?
Renton:
[aiming the pellet gun at a dog] Clear enough, Miss Moneypenny! This should present no significant problems! [shoots the dog, which starts attacking its owner]
Sick Boy:
For a vegetarian, Rents, you're a fuckin' evil shot!
