"You'll never sink this boat! [cackles madly] Come on! You call this a storm?! Come on, you son of a bitch! Blow! It's time for a showdown: You and me! I'm right here, come and get me! [cackles] You'll never sink...this...BOAT! [Cackles louder]"

"Now, you listen to me. We all have a destiny. Things don't just happen, it's all part of a plan."

"[to Jenny's grave] You died on a Saturday morning and I had you placed here under our tree. And I had that house of your father's bulldozed to the ground. Momma always said dyin' was a part of life. I sure wish it wasn't. Little Forrest, he's doing just fine. About to start school again soon. I make his breakfast, lunch and dinner every day. I make sure he combs his hair and brushes his teeth every day. Teaching him how to play ping-pong. He's really good. We fish a lot. And every night, we read a book. [begins to cry] He's so smart, Jenny. You'd be so proud of him. I am. He, uh, wrote a letter, and he says I can't read it. I'm not supposed to, so I'll just leave it here for you. [puts letter at foot of tombstone] Jenny, I don't know if Momma was right or if, if it's Lieutenant Dan. I don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we're all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it's both. Maybe both is happening at the same time. [voice shakes] Jenny? Is that you? Jenny! I miss you, Jenny. If there's anything you need, I won't be far away."

"[recalling saving Lt. Dan; we see him carrying Dan away through the jungle.] [narrating] Then it felt like somethin' just jumped up and bit me! [A muzzle flash is briefly visible from the trees as a gunshot rings out; Forrest is hit in the rear] OW! SOMETHING BIT ME!"

"Now, because I had been a football star, and a war hero, and a national celebrity, and a shrimpin' boat captain, and a college graduate, the city of fathers of Greenbow, Alabama, decided to get together and offered me a fine job. So I never went back to work for Lieutenant Dan, though he did take care of my Bubba-Gump money. He got me invested in some kind of fruit company. And so then I got a call from him saying we don't have to worry about money no more. And I said "That's good. One less thing." Now, Momma said there's only so much fortune a man really needs and the rest is just for showing off. So, I gave a whole bunch of it to the Foursquare Gospel Church and I gave a whole bunch to the Bayou La Batre Fishing Hospital. And even though Bubba was dead, and Lieutenant Dan said I was nuts, I gave Bubba's momma Bubba's share. And you know what? She didn't have to work in nobody's kitchen no more. And 'cause I was gazillionaire and I liked doing it so much, I cut that grass for free. But at nighttime, when there was nothing to do and the house was all empty, I'd always think of Jenny. And then, she was there."

"[at Jenny and her boyfriend] You know what I think? I think you should go home to Greenbow, ALABAMA!"

"[About his injury in the war] They said it was a million-dollar wound, but the army must keep that money cuz I ain't seen a nickel of that million dollars."

"Yes, drill sergeant!"

"Now, when I was a baby, Momma named me after the great Civil War hero, General Nathan Bedford Forrest. She said we was related to him in some way. And what he did was, he started up this club called the Ku Klux Klan. They'd all dress up in their robes and their bedsheets and act like a bunch of ghosts or spooks or something. They'd even put bedsheets on their horses and ride around. And anyway, that's how I got my name, Forrest Gump. Momma said that the Forrest part was to remind me that sometimes we all do things that, well, just don't make no sense."

"My Momma always said, "Life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get.""

"My Mama always said you've got to put the past behind you before you can move on."

"Susan Floyd - Joan"

"Christine Tucci - Woman Singer"

"Peter McRobbie - Loan Officer"

"Liev Schreiber - Leo"

"Gene Canfield - Charlie"

"Andre Belgrader - Stash"

"Robert W. Castle - Father O'Brien"

"Pasquale Cajano - Alberto N. Pisani"

"Is what the customer wants, is what the customer ask for, make it, make it, make it!"

"Brianna Maja Harrington - Baby Dawn"

"Keith Allen - Dealer"

"Irvine Welsh - Mikey Forrester"

"Shirley Henderson - Gail"

"Pauline Lynch - Lizzy"

"Susan Vidler - Allison"

"Eileen Nicholas - Mrs. Renton"

"James Cosmo - Mr. Renton"

"Peter Mullan - Swanney "Mother Superior""

"Kelly Macdonald - Diane Coulston"

"Robert Carlyle - Francis Begbie"

"Kevin McKidd - Tommy MacKenzie"

"Jonny Lee Miller - Simon "Sick Boy" Williamson"

"Ewan Bremner - Daniel "Spud" Murphy"

"Ewan McGregor - Mark "Rent Boy" Renton"

"Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a starter home. Choose dental insurance, leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose your future. But why would anyone want to do a thing like that?"

"Never let your friends tie you to the tracks."

"Picture the scene. The other fucking week there, down the fucking Volley with Tommy, playing pool. I'm playing like Paul fucking Newman by the way. Giving the boy here the tanning of a lifetime. So it comes to the end, to the last shot, the deciding ball of the whole tournament. I'm on the black and he's sitting in the corner looking all fucking biscuit-arsed. When this hard cunt comes in, obviously fucking fancied himself, like, starts staring at me. Looking at me, like right fucking at me, as if to say, "Come ahead, square go." You ken me. I'm not the type of cunt that goes looking for fucking bother, like, but at the end of the day I'm the cunt with a pool cue, and he can get the fat end in his puss any time he fucking wanted like. So I squares up, casual like. What does the hard cunt do? Or the so-called hard cunt? Shites it. Puts down his drink, turns, and gets the fuck out of there. And after that, well, the game was mine."

"Well, it's not our fault! Your boy went down because he was a fucking smack-head, and if that's not your fault then I don't know what is! I was the fucking cunt trying to get hum off it."

"See, inside you won't last two fucking days."

"You better clean up your fucking act, sunshine. Cut that shite out forever."

"It was fucking obvious that that cunt was gonna fuck some cunt."

"Hey rent boy, no fucking skag!"

"No way I would poison my body with that shite. All the fucking chemicals. No fucking way!"

"[Closing narration] Now, I've justified this to myself in all sorts of ways. It wasn't a big deal, just a minor betrayal. Or we'd outgrown each other, you know, that sort of thing. But let's face it, I ripped them off - my so-called mates. But Begbie, I couldn't give a shite about him. And Sick Boy; well, he'd have done the same to me, if he'd only thought of it first. And Spud; well...okay, I felt sorry for Spud - he never hurt anybody. So why did I do it? I could offer a million answers - all false. The truth is that I'm a bad person. But, that's gonna change - I'm going to change. This is the last of that sort of thing. Now I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on, going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm gonna be just like you. The job, the family, the fucking big television, the washing machine, the car, the compact disc and electric tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisure wear, luggage, three piece suite, DIY, game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, nine to five, good at golf, washing the car, choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing gutters, getting by, looking ahead, the day you die."

"This seems however I really am the luckiest guy in the world. Several years of addiction, right in the middle of an epidemic, surrounded by the living dead. But not me. I am negative. It's official. And once the pain goes away, that's when the real battle starts. Depression. Boredom. You feel so fucking low, you'll want to fucking top yourself."

"Since I was on remand, they've had me on this programme. The state-sponsored addiction. Three sickly sweet doses of methadone a day instead of smack. But it's never enough. And at the moment, it's nowhere near enough. I took all three this morning, and now I've got 18 hours to go till my next shot, and the sweat on my back is like a layer of frost. I need to visit the mother-superior for one hit. One fucking hit to get us over this long, hard day."

"Our only response was to keep on going and fuck everything. Pile misery upon misery, heap it up on a spoon and dissolve it with a drop of bile. Then squirt it into a stinking, purulent vein, and do it all over again. Keep on going, getting up, going out, robbing, stealing, fucking people over. Propelling ourselves with longing towards the day that it would all go wrong. Because no matter how much you stash or how much you steal, you'll never have enough. No matter how often you go out and rob and fuck people over, you always need to get up and do it all over again."

"It looks easy this, but it's not. Looks like a doss, like a soft option. But living like this, it's a full-time business."