Pra continuar com o revival dos anos noventa, algumas coisas são essencias...

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 leisure wear and matching luggage.
Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have 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 something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons.

Who need reasons when you've got heroin?


Trainspotting (filme de Danny Boyle, roteiro de John Hodge, baseado no romance de Irvine Welsh, 1996)

E quem ficou saudosista pode conferir o roteiro original aqui.