Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin? 　　 Renton：选择生活，选择工作，选择职业，选择家庭。选择一个他妈的大电视。选择洗衣机，汽车，雷射唱机，电动开罐机。选择健康，低卡里路，低糖。选择固定利率房贷。选择起点，选择朋友，选择运动服和皮箱。选择一套他妈的三件套西装……选择DIY，在星期天早上，他妈的搞不清自己是谁。选择在沙发上看无聊透顶的节目，往口里塞垃圾食物。选择腐朽至死，只剩下由你精子造出取代你的自私小鬼。选择你的未来，你的生活。但我干嘛要这么做？我选择不要生活，我选择其他。理由？没有理由。只要有海洛因，还要什么理由？