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| Year: | 1999 |
| Rating: | 8.8(381285) |
| Listed in: | Drama, Mystery, Thriller |
| Directed by: | David Fincher |
| Actors: | Edward Norton Brad Pitt Meat Loaf Zach Grenier Richmond Arquette Helena Bonham Carter |
| "Übermut. Chaos. Seife. (Mischief. Mayhem. Soap.)" | |
Cast
| Directed by | |
|---|---|
| David Fincher | |
| Actors | |
| Edward Norton | as The Narrator |
| Brad Pitt | as Tyler Durden |
| Meat Loaf | as Robert 'Bob' Paulson |
| Zach Grenier | as Richard Chesler |
| Richmond Arquette | as Intern |
| David Andrews | as Thomas |
| George Maguire | as Group Leader |
| Eugenie Bondurant | as Weeping Woman |
| Sydney 'Big Dawg' Colston | as Speaker |
| Tim De Zarn | as Inspector Bird |
| Ezra Buzzington | as Inspector Dent |
| Bob Stephenson | as Airport Security Officer |
| Charlie Dell | as Doorman |
| Rob Lanza | as Man in Suit |
| David Lee Smith | as Walter |
| Holt McCallany | as The Mechanic |
| Joel Bissonnette | as Food Court Maitre D' |
| Eion Bailey | as Ricky |
| Evan Mirand | as Steph |
| Robby Robinson | as Next Month's Opponent |
| Lou Beatty Jr. | as Cop at Marla's Building |
| Thom Gossom Jr. | as Detective Stern |
| Jared Leto | as Angel Face |
| Peter Iacangelo | as Lou |
| Carl Ciarfalio | as Lou's Body Guard |
| Stuart Blumberg | as Car Salesman |
| Todd Peirce | as Man #1 at Auto Shop |
| Mark Fite | as Man #2 at Auto Shop |
| Matt Winston | as Seminary Student |
| Joon B. Kim | as Raymond K. Hessel |
| Bennie Moore | as Bus Driver with Broken Nose |
| Pat McNamara | as Police Commissioner Jacobs |
| Tyrone R. Livingston | as Banquet Speaker |
| Owen Masterson | as Airport Valet |
| David Jean Thomas | as Policeman |
| Paul Carafotes | as Salvator, Winking Bartender |
| Christopher John Fields | as Proprietor of Dry Cleaners |
| Anderson Bourell | as Bruised Bar Patron #1 |
| Scotch Ellis Loring | as Bruised Bar Patron #2 |
| Michael Shamus Wiles | as Bartender in Halo |
| Edward Kowalczyk | as Waiter at Clifton's |
| Leonard Termo | as Desk Sergeant |
| Van Quattro | as Detective Andrew |
| Markus Redmond | as Detective Kevin |
| Michael Girardin | as Detective Walker |
| Michael Arturo | as BMW Salesman |
| Tommy Dallace | as Champion Fighter |
| Paul Dillon | as Irvin |
| Eddie Hargitay | as Chanting Fighter |
| Phil Hawn | as Banquet Guest |
| Jawara | as Fight Patron Saying 'What's going on?' |
| Baron Jay | as Waiter |
| Jim Jenkins | as Restaurant Maitre'd |
| Kevin Scott Mack | as Passenger Clutching Armrest |
| Trey Ore | as Fight Club Patron/Guy #2 in video store |
| Louis Ortiz | as Fight Patron |
| Hugh Peddy | as Fight Club Man |
| J.T. Pontino | as Fight Club Man |
| Chad Randau | as Waiter |
| David Rockit Hynes | as Bruised Fighter |
| Marcio Rosario | as Fighter |
| Gregory Silva | as Riley Wilde, Fighter |
| Brian Tochi | as Fight Bully |
| Alejandro Valdez | as Bar Worker saying "His name is Robert Paulsen" |
| Actresses | |
| Helena Bonham Carter | as Marla Singer |
| Christina Cabot | as Group Leader |
| Rachel Singer | as Chloe |
| Christie Cronenweth | as Airline Attendant |
| Dierdre Downing-Jackson | as Woman on Plane |
| Valerie Bickford | as Susan, Cosmetics Dealer |
| Lauren Sanchez | as Channel 4 Reporter |
| Andi Carnick | as Hotel Desk Clerk |
Movie info
| Languages: | English |
| Filming dates: | 1 June 1998 - 11 December 1998 |
| Budget: | USD 63,000,000 |
| Gross: |
USA - 37,023,395 USD (27 February 2000) UK - 5,424,113 GBP (2 January 2000) Worldwide - 71,000,000 USD (except USA) Hungary - 80,797 USD (4 February 2000) Singapore - 390,465 SGD (8 December 1999) Sweden - 4,244,529 SEK (30 December 1999) |
| Plot: | A young urban professional who works for a major car manufacturer can't sleep. Although he doesn't have any of the associated afflictions, he stumbles across support groups as a means to let out whatever emotions he is feeling, which in turn is allowing him to sleep. But the use of these support groups is ruined when he meets a young woman named Marla Singer, who is also going to all these support group meetings. Because he knows she too is not afflicted with any of the maladies for which the groups exist, her presence has lessened the impact of the stories he hears. His life changes when he meets a soap manufacturer named Tyler Durden, who in many ways is the antithesis of the insomniac. Due to unusual circumstances with his own condo, the insomniac moves in with Tyler, who lives in a large dilapidated house in an otherwise abandoned part of town. After a bit of spontaneous roughhousing with Tyler in a bar parking lot, the insomniac finds it becomes a ritual between the two of them, which is helping him cope with the other more difficult aspects of his life. The fights also attract a following, others who not only want to watch but join in. Understanding that there are other men like them, the insomniac and Tyler begin a secret fight club. As the fight club's popularity grows, so does its scope in all aspects. Marla becomes a circle not specifically of the fight clubs but of Tyler and the insomniac's collectives lives. As the nature of the fight clubs becomes out of control in the insomniac's view, the insomniac's life, in association, is one where he no longer understands what is happening around him, or how he can get out of it without harming himself. |
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"COFFEE STORE ZAK" Composed by Rolfe Kent Courtesy of Twentieth Century Fox Film Corporation "GIRL FROM YPSILANTI" Written and Performed by Daniel May Courtesy of Marc Ferrari/MasterSource "SVARGA" Composed by Azam Ali, Greg Ellis Performed by Vas Courtesy of Narada Producations, Inc. "CAFETERIA" Written by Christian Poulet Performed by Cezame Argile Courtesy of Koka Media/Killer Tracks "SMOKE STACK" Written by Franki Hulme, Kenton Hulme, John Wolfenden and Melle Steagall Performed by Junk Ferry "EASY SMACK IT UP" Written by M. Petrie and K. Moo Performed by The Odditorium Courtesy of Hi-Ho Records "FORBIDDEN TO LOVE" Music by Guy Moon Lyric by Bob Garret Arrangement by Jeff Haskett Produced by Guy Moon "SPLENDID & 4M15" Composed by Kenneth 'Babyface' Edmonds "GOIN' OUT WEST" Written by Tom Waits, Kathleen Brennan Performed by Tom Waits Courtesy of Island Records, Inc. Under License from Universal Music Special Markets "Theme From VALLEY OF THE DOLLS'" Words and Music by Dory and 'André Previn "NO LOVE, NO NOTHIN'" Music by Harry Warren Lyrics by Leo Robin Performed by Marlene Dietrich Courtesy of Columbia Records for the U.S. and Canada M. Dietrich Inc for the rest of the Universe "KDFW News Theme" Composed by Stephen Arnold "TZIGANY WALTZ" Written by George Fenton and John Leach Courtesy of Associated Production Music "WHERE IS MY MIND" Written by Frank Black Performed by Pixies (as The Pixies) Courtesy of Elektra Entertainment Group/4AD By Arrangement with Warner Special Products |
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FAIR: SPOILER: Most "continuity errors" are explained or implied within the film itself as 1) clues to the twist ending, 2) manifestations of the Narrator's confused, disoriented view of the world, 3) the sense that prankster Tyler Durden has tampered with this film, or 4) all of the above. Fact errors: When Tyler splices porno frames into family films, the audio and picture tracks would have only a barely noticeable 1/24 of a second interruption (as is shown). However, the image flash and sound flash are shown as happening simultaneously, when in fact, if they were spliced into the same frame on the reel (which is what we see Tyler doing), they would be 21 frames apart (i.e. the single image frame would occur about a second prior to the single audio frame). The sound for a 35mm film is read by a head located about a foot past the projection lamp; so, for the film and sound to remain in perfect sync, the soundtrack for a given frame is located about a foot in front of that frame, that way the image and the sound are projected simultaneously. For the sound and image flashes to occur at the same precise moment, Tyler would thus have to splice the frame of audio onto the reel about a foot further along than he splices the image frame, which he doesn't do (not to mention, it would be impossible to perfectly sync it by hand anyway). Continuity: When the Narrator is quitting his job, the thermostat alternates between white and black as the shot cuts back and forth between him and his boss. (The 2009 Blu-ray release digitally alters the scene so the thermostat is now consistently white.) Revealing mistakes: During the fight scene in the garage between Tyler and the Narrator, the concrete wall moves when the narrator is thrown against it. Crew: When the Narrator is getting off the table in the police station after getting the gun, the wireless mic pack is visible and connected to his underpants. Continuity: SPOILER: When the Narrator is breaking into the building (near the end of the movie), he slams a bench into the glass door, and it rebounds hits him. He eventually shoots the door he tried ramming, and when he kicks the glass and goes through, the bench is gone. Continuity: SPOILER: When the narrator is in the police interrogation room at the end of the movie with the detectives, the sweat on the neck of his shirt changes from shot to shot. Revealing mistakes: SPOILER: In the scene when Project Mayhem is returning from destroying the Starbucks, Bob is shown as being shot in the head. When the Space Monkeys uncover his body, there is a massive exit wound at the back of his head. In the flashback sequence when he is shot however, the police officer is clearly behind him when shooting, and Bob falls forward chest-first, as if getting shot in the back. The exit wound from a hollow-point bullet, which most police officers carry, would have a small entrance wound (in this case, the back of Bob's head) and a large exit wound (the front of Bob's head). This is not the case when looking at Bob's uncovered body. BOOM: When the Narrator is being held down on the table at the police station, a boom mic is clearly visible at the top of the screen for a few seconds. CHAR: When the narrator talks to his doctor, the x-ray on the wall behind him is not only back-to-front, but also upside-down. FAIR: SPOILER: When you see that Bob is dead on the table, as the narrator is talking, some viewers have reported that you can see his body breathing. However, the apparent breathing results from the swinging of the light fixture and besides, the body used for the shot was actually a life-size doll. FAIR: The 6th rule of Fight Club is "No Shirts, No Shoes." When The Narrator and Bob fight, Bob is obviously wearing a shirt. However, it's explained in the novel that the rules were changed because of Bob's condition. Revealing mistakes: SPOILER: (At 2:04:06) Towards the end of the movie when Tyler throws the Narrator down the stairs, you can clearly see the stunt double's face. SYNC: SPOILER: Towards the end of the movie, when the Narrator is attempting to defuse the bomb, the sound the bomb makes and the seconds going down do not match. FAIR: SPOILER: At the end of the movie, while the narrator is sitting in the chair and Tyler is holding a gun, Tyler lights up and takes a cigarette out of a pack, flips it with his fingers and puts it in his mouth. In a real situation, no cigarette packs are packed tobacco side up, so some say the pack Tyler was using had to be pre-packed for the shot. However, some smokers flip a single cigarette upside down and leave it in the pack until it is the last one left. This is known as a "wish smoke". It is possible that Tyler/writers/director did this on purpose given the situation. Revealing mistakes: After the scene in the bathroom where Tyler threatens the police chief, as the waiters are emerging into the parking lot, you see Bob's ('Meat Loaf' (qv)) pants fall down, briefly revealing the body suit he was wearing. BOOM: When Tyler is urinating in the soup, the boom microphone becomes visible as it moves to allow him to talk into it. *This has been corrected for the DVD.) Revealing mistakes: In the scene depicting Tyler cutting out various news clippings about the exploits of Fight Club/Project Mayhem none of the articles relate in any way to the headlines. Crew: When The Mechanic ('Holt McCallany' (qv)) sprays the Seminary Student ('Matt Winston (I)' (qv)) with a hose, the camera briefly shakes because the cameraman was laughing uncontrollably. Continuity: When Lou is punching Tyler, Lou punches once and there is blood, it shows Tyler again and there is no blood, and then blood again when he gets punched the second time. CHAR: In Project Mayhem there is no names, but Bob gets called Bob four times. Twice by Tyler as a waiter and twice by one of the Space Monkey's when he is shot lying on the table. Fact errors: When Tyler is discussing the reason oxygen masks are on airplanes he is incorrect. Breathing 100% oxygen does not create a state of euphoria. In a loss of cabin pressurization, it is hypoxia (lack of oxygen) that can induce euphoria. However, Tyler never says states as a fact that oxygen produces euphoria, it is simply his interpretation of the safety notices, and his explanation for why the people in the pictures have such calm expressions. |
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Narrator: You wake up at Seatac, SFO, LAX. You wake up at O'Hare, Dallas-Fort Worth, BWI. Pacific, mountain, central. Lose an hour, gain an hour. This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time. You wake up at Air Harbor International. If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person? Narrator: This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time. Lou: [Lou hits Tyler in the face] Do you hear me now? Tyler Durden: No, I didn't quite catch that, Lou. [Lou hits Tyler again] Tyler Durden: Still not getting it. [Lou hits Tyler a few more times] Tyler Durden: Ok, I got it. Shit, I lost it. [Lou continues to beat up Tyler] Tyler Durden: Fuck off with your sofa units and string green stripe patterns, I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say let... lets evolve, let the chips fall where they may. Tyler Durden: Fight Club was the beginning, now it's moved out of the basement, it's called Project Mayhem. Tyler Durden: Only after disaster can we be resurrected. Narrator: [Tyler steers the car into the opposite lane and accelerates] What are you doing? Tyler Durden: Guys, what would you wish you'd done before you died? Ricky: Paint a self-portrait. The Mechanic: Build a house. Tyler Durden: [to Narrator] And you? Narrator: I don't know. Turn the wheel now, come on! Tyler Durden: You have to know the answer to this question! If you died right now, how would you feel about your life? Narrator: I don't know, I wouldn't feel anything good about my life, is that what you want to hear me say? Fine. Come on! Tyler Durden: Not good enough. Tyler Durden: Now, a question of etiquette - as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch? Tyler Durden: Tomorrow will be the most beautiful day of Raymond K. Hessel's life. His breakfast will taste better than any meal you and I have ever tasted. Tyler Durden: Hey, you created me. I didn't create some loser alter-ego to make myself feel better. Take some responsibility! [first lines] [Tyler points a gun into the Narrator's mouth] Narrator: [voiceover] People are always asking me if I know Tyler Durden. Tyler Durden: Three minutes. This is it - ground zero. Would you like to say a few words to mark the occasion? Narrator: ...i... ann... iinn... ff... nnyin... Narrator: [voiceover] With a gun barrel between your teeth, you speak only in vowels. [Tyler removes the gun from the Narrator's mouth] Narrator: I can't think of anything. Narrator: [voiceover] For a second I totally forgot about Tyler's whole controlled demolition thing and I wonder how clean that gun is. Tyler Durden: Would you like to say a few words to mark the occasion? Narrator: mumbles... Tyler Durden: I'm sorry... Narrator: I still can't think of anything. Tyler Durden: Ah... flashback humor. Narrator: This is crazy... Tyler Durden: People do it everyday, they talk to themselves... they see themselves as they'd like to be, they don't have the courage you have, to just run with it. Tyler Durden: Fuck damnation, man! Fuck redemption! We are God's unwanted children? So be it! Narrator: OK. Give me some water! Tyler Durden: Listen, you can run water over your hand and make it worse or... [shouts] look at me... or you can use vinegar and neutralize the burn. Narrator: Please let me have it... *Please*! Tyler Durden: First you have to give up, first you have to *know*... not fear... *know*... that someday you're gonna die. Tyler Durden: All right, if the applicant is young, tell him he's too young. Old, too old. Fat, too fat. If the applicant then waits for three days without food, shelter, or encouragement he may then enter and begin his training. Robert 'Bob' Paulson: Go ahead, Cornelius, you can cry. Marla Singer: Candy-stripe a cancer ward. It's not my problem. Tyler Durden: [pointing at an emergency instruction manual on a plane] You know why they put oxygen masks on planes? Narrator: So you can breathe. Tyler Durden: Oxygen gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, you're taking giant panicked breaths. Suddenly you become euphoric, docile. You accept your fate. It's all right here. Emergency water landing - 600 miles an hour. Blank faces, calm as Hindu cows. Narrator: That's, um... That's an interesting theory. Marla Singer: I've got a stomachful of Xanax. I took what was left of a bottle. It might have been too much. Marla Singer: Your whacked out bald freaks hit me with a fucking broom! They almost broke my arm! They were burning their fingertips with lye, the stink was unbelievable! Tyler Durden: It's getting exciting now, two and one-half. Think of everything we've accomplished, man. Out these windows, we will view the collapse of financial history. One step closer to economic equilibrium. Narrator: Tyler, what the fuck is going on here? Tyler Durden: I ask you for one thing, one simple thing. Narrator: Why do people think that I'm you? Answer me! Tyler Durden: Sit. Narrator: Now answer me, why do people think that I'm you. Tyler Durden: I think you know. Narrator: No, I don't. Tyler Durden: Yes, you do. Why would anyone possibly confuse you with me? Narrator: Uh... I... I don't know. [Random flashbacks] Tyler Durden: You got it. Narrator: No. Tyler Durden: Say it. Narrator: Because... Tyler Durden: Say it. Narrator: Because we're the same person. Tyler Durden: That's right. [after vigorous sex with Tyler Durden] Marla Singer: My God. I haven't been fucked like that since grade school. Narrator: I am Jack's smirking revenge. Tyler Durden: Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off. Narrator: First person that comes out this fucking door gets a... gets a *lead salad*, you understand? Tyler Durden: All the ways you wish you could be, that's me. I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways that you are not. Narrator: [V.O] This is Bob. Bob had bitch tits. [Camera pans to a REMAINING MEN TOGETHER sign] Narrator: [V.O] This was a support group for men with testicular cancer. The big moosie slobbering all over me... that was Bob. Robert 'Bob' Paulson: We're still men. Narrator: [slightly muffled due to Bob's enormous breasts] Yes, we're men. Men is what we are. Narrator: [V.O] Eight months ago, Bob's testicles were removed. Then hormone therapy. He developed bitch tits because his testosterone was too high and his body upped the estrogen. And that was where I fit... Robert 'Bob' Paulson: They're gonna have to open my pecs again to drain the fluid. Narrator: [V.O] Between those huge sweating tits that hung enormous, the way you'd think of God's as big. Tyler Durden: It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything. Tyler Durden: [his last words] What's that smell? Richard Chesler: Is that your blood? Narrator: Some of it, yeah. Narrator: Oh, it's late. Hey, thanks for the beer. Tyler Durden: Yeah, man. Narrator: I should find a hotel. Tyler Durden: [in disbelief] What? Narrator: What? Tyler Durden: A hotel? Narrator: Yeah. Tyler Durden: Just ask, man. Narrator: What are you talking about? Tyler Durden: [laughs] Three pitchers of beer, and you still can't ask. Narrator: What? Tyler Durden: You call me because you need a place to stay. Narrator: Oh, hey, no, no, no, I didn't mean... Tyler Durden: Yes, you did. So just ask. Cut the foreplay and just ask. Narrator: Would - would that be a problem? Tyler Durden: Is it a problem for you to ask? Narrator: Can I stay at your place? Tyler Durden: Yeah. Tyler Durden: In the world I see - you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway. Tyler Durden: Where'd you go, psycho boy? Narrator: I felt like destroying something beautiful. Tyler Durden: You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. Narrator: When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep... and you're never really awake. Tyler Durden: Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else. Narrator: On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero. Tyler Durden: Welcome to Fight Club. The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is: you DO NOT talk about Fight Club! Third rule of Fight Club: if someone yells "stop!", goes limp, or taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule: only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule: one fight at a time, fellas. Sixth rule: the fights are bare knuckle. No shirt, no shoes, no weapons. Seventh rule: fights will go on as long as they have to. And the eighth and final rule: if this is your first time at Fight Club, you have to fight. Narrator: [about the soap] Tyler sold his soap to department stores at $20 a bar. Lord knows what they charged. It was beautiful. We were selling rich women their own fat asses back to them. Narrator: When people think you're dying, they really, really listen to you, instead of just... Marla Singer: - instead of just waiting for their turn to speak? [after meeting and having sex with Marla] Tyler Durden: Man, you've got some fucked up friends, I'm tellin' ya. Limber, though... Tyler Durden: The things you own end up owning you. Narrator: Well, what do you want me to do? You just want me to hit you? Tyler Durden: C'mon, do me this one favor. Narrator: Why? Tyler Durden: Why? I don't know why; I don't know. Never been in a fight. You? Narrator: No, but that's a good thing. Tyler Durden: No, it is not. How much can you know about yourself, you've never been in a fight? I don't wanna die without any scars. So come on; hit me before I lose my nerve. Narrator: This is crazy. Tyler Durden: So go crazy. Let 'er rip. Narrator: I don't know about this. Tyler Durden: I don't either. Who gives a shit? No one's watching. What do you care? Narrator: Whoa, wait, this is crazy. You want me to hit you? Tyler Durden: That's right. Narrator: What, like in the face? Tyler Durden: Surprise me. Narrator: This is so fucking stupid... [Narrator swings, connects against Tyler's head] Tyler Durden: Motherfucker! You hit me in the ear! Narrator: Well, Jesus, I'm sorry. Tyler Durden: Ow, Christ... why the ear, man? Narrator: Guess I fucked it up... Tyler Durden: No, that was perfect! Narrator: [to Tyler, while looking at a Calvin Klein-esque ad on the bus] Is that what a real man is supposed to look like? Narrator: [being embraced by Bob at the group therapy session for Testicular Cancer] Strangers with this kind of honesty make me go a big rubbery one. Tyler Durden: God Damn! We just had a near-life experience, fellas. [Tyler and Jack stand in the bathroom doorway, watching Steph finish shaving off all of his hair. Tyler comes to give the top of Steph's head a sharp slap] Tyler Durden: Like a monkey, ready to be shot into space. Space monkey! Ready to sacrifice himself for the greater good. Tyler Durden: From now on, all those with shaved heads: "Space Monkeys". [Tyler and Narrator are discussing ideal opponents] Tyler Durden: OK: any historic figure. Narrator: I'd fight Gandhi. Tyler Durden: Good answer. Narrator: How about you? Tyler Durden: Lincoln. Narrator: Lincoln? Tyler Durden: Big guy, big reach. Skinny guys fight 'til they're burger. Narrator: A new car built by my company leaves somewhere traveling at 60 mph. The rear differential locks up. The car crashes and burns with everyone trapped inside. Now, should we initiate a recall? Take the number of vehicles in the field, A, multiply by the probable rate of failure, B, multiply by the average out-of-court settlement, C. A times B times C equals X. If X is less than the cost of a recall, we don't do one. Business woman on plane: Are there a lot of these kinds of accidents? Narrator: You wouldn't believe. Business woman on plane: Which car company do you work for? Narrator: A major one. Tyler Durden: Did you know that if you mix equal parts of gasoline and frozen orange juice concentrate you can make napalm? Narrator: No, I did not know that; is that true? Tyler Durden: That's right... One could make all kinds of explosives, using simple household items. Narrator: Really...? Tyler Durden: If one were so inclined. Narrator: Tyler, you are by far the most interesting single-serving friend I've ever met... see I have this thing: everything on a plane is single-serving... Tyler Durden: Oh I get it, it's very clever. Narrator: Thank you. Tyler Durden: How's that working out for you? Narrator: What? Tyler Durden: Being clever. Narrator: Great. Tyler Durden: Keep it up then... Right up. [Gets up from airplane seat] Tyler Durden: Now a question of etiquette; as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch...? Tyler Durden: You have a kind of sick desperation in your laugh. [while burning the Narrator's hand with lye] Tyler Durden: Shut up! Our fathers were our models for God. If our fathers bailed, what does that tell you about God? Narrator: No, no, I... don't... Tyler Durden: Listen to me! You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen. Narrator: It isn't? Tyler Durden: We don't need him! First Man at Auto Shop: Here's where the infant's head went through the wind-shield. Three points. Man #2 at Auto Shop: The teenager's braces are still wrapped around the backseat ashtray. Might make a good anti-smoking ad. First Man at Auto Shop: The driver must have been huge, see where the fat burned to the seat? The polyester shirt? Very modern art. [they laugh] Marla Singer: There are things about you that I like. You're smart, you're funny, you're... spectacular in bed... But you're intolerable! You have very serious emotional problems. Deep seated problems for which you should seek professional help. Narrator: I know, and I'm sorry... Marla Singer: Yeah, you're sorry, I'm sorry, everybody's sorry, but... I can't do this anymore. I can't. And I won't. I'm gone. Tyler Durden: Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken. Narrator: I am Jack's cold sweat. [Holding up a wad of cash] Marla Singer: You're not getting this back. I consider it asshole tax. Narrator: If I did have a tumor, I'd name it Marla. [meeting aboard an airliner] Narrator: What do you do for a living? Tyler Durden: Why? So you can pretend like you're interested? Narrator: He was *the* guerilla terrorist in the food service industry. [the Narrator looks at Tyler, who's urinating in a pot] Tyler Durden: Do not watch. I cannot go when you watch. Narrator: Apart from seasoning the lobster bisque, he farted on the meringue, sneezed on braised endive, and as for the cream of mushroom soup, well... Tyler Durden: [snickers] Go ahead. Tell 'em. Narrator: ...you get the idea. Narrator: I am Jack's raging bile duct. Narrator: Oh, yeah, Chloe... Chloe looked the way Meryl Streep's skeleton would look if you made it smile and walk around the party being extra nice to everybody. Chloe: Well, I'm still here. But I don't know for how long. That's as much certainty as anyone can give me. But I've got some good news: I no longer have any fear of death. But... I am in a pretty lonely place. No one will have sex with me. I'm so close to the end, and all I want is to get laid for the last time. I have pornographic movies in my apartment, and lubricants, and amyl nitrite... [the group leader takes the mic] Group Leader: Thank you, Chloe... everyone, let's thank Chloe. Narrator: A guy who came to Fight Club for the first time, his ass was a wad of cookie dough. After a few weeks, he was carved out of wood. Narrator: I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. Then I ran some more. Narrator: After fighting, everything else in your life got the volume turned down. Narrator: If you wake up at a different time in a different place, could you wake up as a different person? Tyler Durden: Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing. Like the first monkey shot into space. Narrator: And then, something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom. Tyler Durden: Do you know what a duvet is? Narrator: It's a comforter... Tyler Durden: It's a blanket. Just a blanket. Now why do guys like you and me know what a duvet is? Is this essential to our survival, in the hunter-gatherer sense of the word? No. What are we then? Narrator: ...Consumers? Tyler Durden: Right. We are consumers. We're the bi-products of a lifestyle obsession. Narrator: [while brutally beating Angel Face] I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every Panda that wouldn't screw to save its species. I wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother all the French beaches I'd never see. I wanted to breathe smoke. Narrator: [reading] I am Jack's colon. Tyler Durden: I get cancer, I kill Jack. Narrator: Everywhere I travel, tiny life. Single-serving sugar, single-serving cream, single pat of butter. The microwave Cordon Bleu hobby kit. Shampoo-conditioner combos, sample-packaged mouthwash, tiny bars of soap. The people I meet on each flight? They're single-serving friends. Narrator: I'll tell you: we'll split up the week, okay? You take lymphoma, and tuberculosis... Marla Singer: You take tuberculosis. My smoking doesn't go over at all. Narrator: Okay, good, fine. Testicular cancer should be no contest, I think. Marla Singer: Well, technically, I have more of a right to be there than you. You still have your balls. Narrator: You're kidding. Marla Singer: I don't know... am I? Narrator: No, no! What do you want? Marla Singer: I'll take the parasites. Narrator: You can't have both the parasites, but while you take the blood parasites... Marla Singer: I want brain parasites. Narrator: I'll take the blood parasites. But I'm gonna take the organic brain dementia, okay? Marla Singer: I want that. Narrator: You can't have the whole brain, that's... Marla Singer: So far you have four, I only have two! Narrator: Okay. Take both the parasites. They're yours. Now we both have three... Narrator: I want bowel cancer. Narrator: I am Jack's complete lack of surprise. Tyler Durden: It could be worse. A woman could cut off your penis while you're sleeping and toss it out the window of a moving car. Narrator: There's always that. [the narrator pulls a loose tooth out of his mouth] Narrator: Fuck. Tyler Durden: Hey, even the Mona Lisa's falling apart. [about attending support groups for diseases she doesn't have] Marla Singer: It's cheaper than a movie, and there's free coffee. Narrator: Look, nobody takes this more seriously than me. That condo was my life, okay? I loved every stick of furniture in that place. That was not just a bunch of stuff that got destroyed, it was ME! [voice-over] Narrator: I'd like to thank the Academy... Narrator: I am Jack's wasted life. Narrator: I am Jack's inflamed sense of rejection. Tyler Durden: Fuck what you know. You need to forget about what you know, that's your problem. Forget about what you think you know about life, about friendship, and especially about you and me. Narrator: I am Jack's broken heart. Narrator: Is Tyler my bad dream? Or am I Tyler's? [last lines] Narrator: You met me at a very strange time in my life. Narrator: Life insurance pays off triple if you die on a business trip. Narrator: Was it ticking? Airport Security Officer: Actually throwers don't worry about ticking 'cause modern bombs don't tick. Narrator: Sorry, throwers? Airport Security Officer: Baggage handlers. But, when a suitcase vibrates, then the throwers gotta call the police. Narrator: My suitcase was vibrating? Airport Security Officer: Nine times out of ten it's an electric razor, but every once in a while... [whispering] Airport Security Officer: it's a dildo. Of course it's company policy never to, imply ownership in the event of a dildo... always use the indefinite article a dildo, never your dildo. Narrator: I don't own... [Officer waves Narrator off] Narrator: Fight Club wasn't about winning or losing. It wasn't about words. The hysterical shouting was in tongues, like at a Pentecostal Church. Narrator: I got in everyone's hostile little face. Yes, these are bruises from fighting. Yes, I'm comfortable with that. I am enlightened. Tyler Durden: The salt balance has to be just right, so the best fat for making soap comes from humans. Narrator: Wait. What is this place? Tyler Durden: A liposuction clinic. Narrator: Except for their humping, Tyler and Marla were never in the same room. My parents pulled this exact same act for years. Marla Singer: ...Condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip one on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night... then you throw it away. The condom, I mean, not the stranger. Narrator: What? Marla Singer: I got this dress at a thrift store for one dollar. Narrator: It was worth every penny. Marla Singer: It's a bridesmaid's dress. Someone loved it intensely for one day, and then tossed it. Like a Christmas tree. So special. Then, bam, it's on the side of the road. [Grabs Narrator's crotch] Tinsel still clinging to it. Like a sex crime victim. Underwear inside out. Bound with electrical tape. Narrator: Well, then it suits you. Marla Singer: You can borrow it sometime. Tyler Durden: We're consumers. We are by-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty, these things don't concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy's name on my underwear. Rogaine, Viagra, Olestra. Narrator: Martha Stewart. Tyler Durden: Fuck Martha Stewart. Martha's polishing the brass on the Titanic. It's all going down, man. So fuck off with your sofa units and Strinne green stripe patterns. [Of Marla] Tyler Durden: She's a predator posing as a house pet. Narrator: Marla... the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you could stop tonguing it, but you can't. Narrator: You had to give it to him: he had a plan. And it started to make sense, in a Tyler sort of way. No fear. No distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide. Members of Fight Club: [chanting] His name is Robert Paulson. Tyler Durden: [his face is soaked in blood; he is shaking it over Lou and screaming] You don't know where I've been. You don't know where I've been. Just let us have the basement, Lou! [while the narrator is on the phone with the police] Tyler Durden: Tell him. Tell him, The liberator who destroyed my property has realigned my perceptions. Narrator: And then, Tyler was gone. Marla Singer: You're the worst thing that's ever happened to me. Richard Chesler: [Reading a piece of paper] The first rule of Fight Club is you don't talk about Fight Club? Narrator: [Voice-over] I'm half asleep again; I must've left the original in the copy machine. Richard Chesler: The second rule of Fight Club - is this yours? Narrator: Huh? Richard Chesler: Pretend you're me, make a managerial decision: you find this, what would you do? Narrator: [pauses] Well, I gotta tell you: I'd be very, very careful who you talk to about that, because the person who wrote that... is dangerous. [Gets up from the chair] Narrator: [Talking slowly] And this button-down, Oxford-cloth psycho might just snap, and then stalk from office to office with an Armalite AR-10 carbine gas-powered semi-automatic weapon, pumping round after round into colleagues and co-workers. This might be someone you've known for years. Someone very, very close to you. Narrator: [Voice-over] Tyler's words coming out of my mouth. [Snatches the piece of paper from boss' hands] Narrator: [Voice-over] And I used to be such a nice guy. Narrator: Or maybe you shouldn't bring me every little piece of trash you happen to pick up. [Phone rings] Narrator: [Into phone] Compliance and Liability...? Marla Singer: My tit's gonna rot off. Narrator: [to boss] Would you excuse me? I need to take this. Tyler Durden: Self improvement is masturbation. Now self destruction... Narrator: What are we doing tonight? Tyler Durden: Tonight? We make soap. Narrator: Really. Tyler Durden: To make soap, first we render fat. Narrator: Hello? Tyler Durden: [Eating breakfast cereal] Who is this? Narrator: Tyler? Tyler Durden: Who is this? Narrator: Uh... we met... we met on the airplane. We had the same suitcase. Uh... the clever guy? Tyler Durden: Oh yeah, right. [Snickers] Ok? Narrator: I called a second ago, th - there was no answer, I'm at the payphone... Tyler Durden: - yeah, I *69ed you, I never pick up my phone. [Crunch, crunch] So what's up, huh? Narrator: Uh, well... You're not gonna believe this... Narrator: I know it seems like I have more than one side sometimes... Marla Singer: More than one side? You're Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Jackass! Narrator: I flipped through catalogs and wondered: What kind of dining set defines me as a person? Narrator: Marla's philosophy of life is that she might die at any moment. The tragedy, she said, was that she didn't. Narrator: I can't get married - I'm a thirty-year-old boy. Marla Singer: [after taking a bottle of sleeping pills] This isn't a real suicide-thing. This is probably one of those cry-for-help things. Tyler Durden: Hitting bottom isn't a weekend retreat. It's not a goddamn seminar. Stop trying to control everything and just let go! LET GO! [to the Narrator who has just fired a warning shot into the window of an explosives filled van] Tyler Durden: WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! Ok, you are now firing a gun at your 'imaginary friend' near 400 GALLONS OF NITROGLYCERINE! Narrator: Deja vu - all over again. Tyler Durden: I'll bring us through this. As always. I'll carry you - kicking and screaming - and in the end you'll thank me. Narrator: He was full of pep. Must've had his grande-latte enema. Narrator: Every evening I died, and every evening I was born again, resurrected. Narrator: We have just lost cabin pressure. [about Tyler splicing frames of pornography into family films] Narrator: So when the snooty cat, and the courageous dog, with the celebrity voices meet for the first time in reel three, that's when you'll catch a flash of Tyler's contribution to the film. [the audience is watching the film, the pornography flashes for a split second] Narrator: Nobody knows that they saw it, but they did... Tyler Durden: A nice, big cock... [several audience members look rattled, a little girl is crying] Narrator: Even a hummingbird couldn't catch Tyler at work. Tyler Durden: [to the police chief] Hi. You're going to call off your rigorous investigation. You're going to publicly state that there is no underground group. Or... these guys are going to take your balls. They're going to send one to the New York Times, one to the LA Times press-release style. Look, the people you are after are the people you depend on. We cook your meals, we haul your trash, we connect your calls, we drive your ambulances. We guard you while you sleep. Do not... fuck with us. Narrator: You're insane. Tyler Durden: No, you're insane. Narrator: Bob loved me because he thought my testicles were removed too. Being there, pressed against his tits, ready to cry. This was my vacation... and she ruined *everything*. Marla Singer: This is cancer, right? Narrator: This chick Marla Singer did not have testicular cancer. She was a liar. She had no diseases at all. I had seen her at Free and Clear, my blood parasite group Thursdays. Then at Hope, my bi-monthly sickle cell circle. And again at Seize the Day, my tuberculous Friday night. Marla... the big tourist. Her lie reflected my lie. Suddenly, I felt nothing. I couldn't cry, so once again I couldn't sleep. Narrator: Bob had bitch tits. Narrator: Tyler was a night person. While the rest of us were sleeping, he worked. He had one part time job as a projectionist. See, a movie doesn't come all on one big reel. It comes on a few. So someone has to be there to switch the projectors at the exact moment that one reel ends and the next one begins. If you look for it, you can see these little dots come into the upper right-hand corner of the screen. Tyler Durden: In the industry, we call them "cigarette burns." Narrator: That's the cue for a changeover. He flips the projectors, the movie keeps right on going, and nobody in the audience has any idea. Tyler Durden: Why would anyone want this shit job? Narrator: Because it affords him other interesting opportunities. Tyler Durden: Like splicing single frames of pornography into family films. [while narrator is on the phone] Tyler Durden: Reject the basic assumptions of civilization, especially the importance of material possessions. Lou: I'm fucking Lou. Who the fuck are you? Tyler Durden: You're too old, fat man. Your tits are too big. [Tyler walks away, throwing his cigarette] Tyler Durden: Get the fuck off my porch. Narrator: We have front row seats for this theatre of mass destruction. The demolitions committee of Project Mayhem wrapped the foundation columns of a dozen buildings with blasting gelatin. In two minutes primary charges will blow base charges and a few square blocks will be reduced to smoldering rubble. I know this, because Tyler knows this. Narrator: Tyler, I'm grateful to you; for everything that you've done for me. But this is too much. I don't want this. Tyler Durden: What do you want? Wanna go back to the shit job, fuckin' condo world, watching sitcoms? Fuck you, I won't do it. [the Narrator's apartment has just been blown to pieces] Narrator: I had it all. I had a stereo that was very decent, a wardrobe that was getting very respectable. I was close to being complete. Tyler Durden: Shit man, now it's all gone. Narrator: Clean food, please. Waiter: In that case, sir, may I advise against the lady eating clam chowder? Narrator: No clam chowder, thank you. Narrator: By the end of the first month, I didn't miss TV. Narrator: If I didn't say anything, people always assumed the worst. Narrator: I wasn't really dying. I wasn't host to cancer or parasites. I was the warm little center that the life of this world crowded around. Narrator: Most of the week we were Ozzie and Harriet, but every Saturday night we were finding something out: we were finding out more and more that we were not alone. It used to be that when I came home angry and depressed I'd just clean my condo, polish my Scandinavian furniture. I should have been looking for a new condo. I should have been haggling with my insurance company. I should have been upset about my nice, neat, flaming little shit. But I wasn't. [after beating an 'applicant' with a broom] Narrator: I'm gonna go inside, and I'm gonna get a shovel. Tyler Durden: Just tell him you fuckin' did it. Tell him you blew it all up. That's what he wants to hear. Marla Singer: I've been going to Debtor's Anonymous. You want to see some really fucked-up people... Narrator: You're making a big mistake, fellas! Police Officer: You said you would say that. Narrator: I'm not Tyler Durden! Police Officer: You told us you'd say that, too. Narrator: All right then, I'm Tyler Durden. Listen to me, I'm giving you a direct order. We're aborting this mission right now. Police Officer: You said you would definitely say that. Police Officer: You said that if anyone ever interferes with Project Mayhem, even you, we gotta get his balls. Narrator: Tyler was now involved in a class action lawsuit against the Pressman Hotel over the urine content of their soup. Tyler Durden: We're a generation of men raised by women. I'm wondering if another woman is really the answer we need. Narrator: Home was a condo on the fifteenth floor of a filing cabinet for widows and young professionals. The walls were solid concrete. A foot of concrete is important when your next-door neighbor lets their hearing aid go and have to watch game-shows at full volume. Or when a volcanic blast of debris that used to be your furniture and personal effects blows out of your floor-to-ceiling windows and sails flaming into the night. I suppose these things happen. Narrator: You can swallow a pint of blood before you get sick. Richard Chesler: Get the fuck out of here, you're fired! Narrator: I have a better solution. You keep me on the payroll as an outside consultant and in exchange for my salary, my job will be never to tell people these things that I know. I don't even have to come into the office, I can do this job from home. Narrator: It's just, when you buy furniture, you tell yourself, that's it. That's the last sofa I'm gonna need. Whatever else happens, I've got that sofa problem handled. [after giving Marla a breast exam] Marla Singer: I wish I could return the favor. Narrator: There's not a lot of breast cancer in the men in my family. Marla Singer: I could check your prostate. Narrator: When deep space exploration ramps up, it'll be the corporations that name everything, the IBM Stellar Sphere, the Microsoft Galaxy, Planet Starbucks. Tyler Durden: Well you did lose a lot of versatile solutions for modern living Narrator: Bob is dead, they shot him in the head! Tyler Durden: You wanna make an omelet, you gotta break some eggs. Narrator: It's called a changeover. The movie goes on, and nobody in the audience has any idea. Tyler Durden: [the Narrator places the gun under his chin and cocks back the hammer] Now why would you want to go and blow your head off? Narrator: Not my head, Tyler, *our* head. Tyler Durden: [the Narrator is trying to disarm a car bomb of nitroglycerin] You don't know which wire to pull. Narrator: I know everything you do, so if you know I know. Tyler Durden: Or maybe, since I knew you'd know I spent all days thinking about the wrong wires. [Narrator pauses] Narrator: I want you to listen to me very carefully, Tyler. Tyler Durden: Okay... Narrator: My eyes are open. [the Narrator puts the gun into his mouth and pulls trigger] Doctor: You wanna see pain? Swing by First Methodist Tuesday nights. See the guys with testicular cancer. That's pain. Tyler Durden: We are all part of the same compost heap. Tyler Durden: Now, ancient people found their clothes got cleaner if they washed them at a certain spot in the river. You know why? Narrator: No. Tyler Durden: Human sacrifices were once made on the hills above this river. Bodies burnt, water speeded through the wood ashes to create lye. [holds up a bottle] This is lye - the crucial ingredient. The lye combined with the melted fat of the bodies, till a thick white soapy discharge crept into the river. May I see your hand, please? [Tyler licks his lips until they're gleaming wet - he takes the Narrator's hand and kisses the back of it] Narrator: What is this? Tyler Durden: This... [pours the lye on the Narrator's hand]... is chemical burn. Ricky: [to Bob, while interviewing for applicants] You're too old, fat man. [to Angel Face] Ricky: And you, you are too fucking... *blonde*! Narrator: Tyler's not here. Tyler went away. Tyler's gone. Narrator: Fuck you! Fuck Fight Club! Fuck Marla! I am sick of all your shit! Narrator: You're fucking Marla, Tyler. Tyler Durden: Uh, technically, you're fucking Marla, but it's all the same to her. Tyler Durden: Something on your mind, dear? Angel Face: Bury him in the garden. Come on people, let's go! Narrator: Get away from him! Get the fuck away! Angel Face: He was killed serving Project Mayhem, sir. Narrator: This is Bob. He was a decent man, and we're not gonna bury him in the fucking garden! Narrator: How embarrassing... a house full of condiments and no food. Ricky: I can't believe he's still standing. Thomas: One tough motherfucker. Tyler Durden: This is a chemical burn. It will hurt more than you've ever been burned before. You will have a scar. Narrator: I had it all. Even the glass dishes with tiny bubbles and imperfections, proof they were crafted by the honest, simple, hard-working indigenous peoples of... wherever. Tyler Durden: If you could fight anyone, who would you fight? Narrator: I'd fight my boss, prob'ly. Tyler Durden: Really. Narrator: Yeah, why, who would you fight? Tyler Durden: I'd fight my dad. Narrator: I don't know my dad. I mean, I know him, but... he left when I was like six years old. Married this other woman, had some other kids. He like did this every six years, he goes to a new city and starts a new family. Tyler Durden: Fucker's setting up franchises. Angel Face: [the Narrator is about to look at some files but Angel Face stops him] Don't worry. It's all taken care of, sir. Tyler Durden: Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think every thing you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned- Tyler. Narrator: When the fight was over, nothing was solved, but nothing mattered. We all felt saved. Narrator: [voiceover] It must've been Tuesday. He was wearing his cornflower-blue tie. Narrator: Like so many others, I had become a slave to the Ikea nesting instinct. Tyler Durden: My dad never went to college, so it was real important that I go. Narrator: Sounds familiar. Tyler Durden: So I graduate, I call him up long distance, I say "Dad, now what?" He says, "Get a job." Narrator: Same here. Tyler Durden: Now I'm 25, make my yearly call again. I say Dad, "Now what?" He says, "I don't know, get married." Narrator: I can't get married, I'm a 30 year old boy. Tyler Durden: We're a generation of men raised by women. I'm wondering if another woman is really the answer we need. Narrator: I've found a new one. For men *only*. Marla Singer: Oh, is it a testicle thing? Narrator: With insomnia, nothing's real. Everything's far away, everything's a copy. Narrator: What do you do? Tyler Durden: What do you mean? Narrator: What do you do for a living? Tyler Durden: Why? So you can pretend like you're interested? Narrator: Why wasn't I told about Project Mayhem? Tyler Durden: What are you talking about? Narrator: Why didn't you include me, in the beginning? Tyler Durden: Fight Club *was* the beginning. Narrator: Do you want me to deprioritize my current reports until you advise me of a status upgrade? Richard Chesler: Yes. Make these your primary action items. Narrator: [looking at a Calvin Klein ad on a bus] Is that what a man looks like? Tyler Durden: [laughs] Self-improvement is masturbation. Now self-destruction... Narrator: I wrote little haiku poems. I emailed them to everyone. [Poem on Narrator's computer] Narrator: Worker bees can leave. Even drones can fly away. The Queen is their slave. Tyler Durden: If you could fight anyone, who would you fight? Narrator: Shatner. I'd fight William Shatner. Tyler Durden: *slaps the Narrator, throws away goggles* Listen to me! You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you, never wanted you, and in all probability, he HATES you. It's not the worst thing that can happen. Narrator: It isn't? Tyler Durden: We don't NEED Him! Narrator: *squirms* We don't - we don't - ! Tyler Durden: Fuck damnation, man! Fuck redemption! We're God's unwanted children, SO BE IT! Lou: *punches Tyler in face* You here me now? Tyler Durden: Alright, alright, I got it. I got it - shit I lost it. Tyler Durden: I want you to hit me as hard as you can. |
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