“Sorry boys, all the stitches in the world can’t sew me together again.
Lay down… lay down. Gonna stretch me out in Fernandez funeral home on Hun and Ninth street. Always knew I’d make a stop there, but a lot later than a whole gang of people thought… Last of the Moh-Ricans… well maybe not the last. Gail’s gonna be a good mom… New improved Carlito Brigante… Hope she uses the money to get out.
No room in this city for big hearts like hers… Sorry baby, I tried the best I could, honest… Can’t come with me on this trip, Loaf. Getting the shakes now, last call for drinks, bars closing down… Sun’s out, where are we going for breakfast? Don’t wanna go far. Rough night, tired baby… Tired…”

Carlito’s Way

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“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 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 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 a 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?”

Mark “Rent-boy” Renton, Trainspotting

April 8th, 2007 | Mental notes, Movie Quotes | Word Count: 285