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History This for some reason reminded me of this:

TRAIN STATION. DAY
The station is in the middle of a moor. There appears to be no habitation around. In the distance are some hills. The train pulls away, and Renton, Spud, Tommy, and Sick Boy are left standing on the platform, looking around.
SICK BOY: Now what?
TOMMY: We go for a walk.
SPUD: What?
TOMMY: A walk.
SPUD: But where?
Tommy points vaguely across the moor.
TOMMY: There.
SICK BOY: Are you serious?
They step across the tracks and walk across the vast moorland. They stop on a footbridge and all but Tommy sit down and start drinking.
TOMMY: Well, what are you waiting for?
SPUD: I don't know, Tommy, I don't know if it's normal.
TOMMY: It's the great outdoors.
SICK BOY: It's really nice, Tommy. Can we go home now?
TOMMY: It's fresh air.
SICK BOY: Look, Tommy, we know you're getting a hard time off Lizzy, but there's no need to take it out on us.
TOMMY: Doesn't it make you proud to be Scottish?
RENTON: It's shite being Scottish! We're the lowest of the fucking low, the scum of the earth, the most wretched, servile, miserable, pathetic trash that was ever shat into civilization. Some people hate the English. I don't. They're just wankers. We, on the other hand, are colonized by wankers. We can't even pick a decent culture to be colonized by. We are ruled by effete assholes. It's a shite state of affairs and all the fresh air in the world won't make any fucking difference.
The boys troop back towards the platform.
SPUD (to Tommy): I'm sorry, man.
RENTON (voice-over): At or around this time, we made a healthy, informed, democratic decision to get back on drugs as soon as possible. It took about twelve hours.