Oh, God, why are you doing this? It's cheaper than a movie, and there's free coffee. No, look... this is important, OK? These are my groups. I've been coming here for over a year. Why do you do it? I don't know. When people think you're dying, man, they really, really listen to you instead of just... Instead of just waiting for their turn to speak. Yeah. Yeah. Share yourself... completely.
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Marla's philosophy of life was that she might die at any moment. The tragedy, she said, was that she didn't. It doesn't have your name. Who are you, Cornelius, Rupert, Travis, any of the stupid names you give each night?
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I'm onto you. What? Yeah. You're a faker. You're not dying. Sorry? In the Tibetan philosophy, Sylvia Plath sense of the word, I know we're all - we're all dying, all right? But you're not dying the way Chloe back there is dying.
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What do you do? What do you mean? What do you do for a living? Why? So you can pretend like you're interested?
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There's nothing up there. You can't go into the unit. Police orders.
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Hey, Marla!
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Deal.
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Slide.
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Hey.
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Soap. Sorry? I make and I sell soap- the yard stick of civilization. And this is how I met... "Tyler Durden." Did you know, if you mixed equal parts of gasoline and frozen or angejuice concentrate, you can make napalm? No, I did not know that. Is that true? That's right. One can make all kinds of explosives using simple household items. Really? If one were so inclined. Tyler, you are, by far, the most interesting "single-serving" friend I've ever met. See, obviously, everything on a plane is single-serving, even- Oh, I get it. It's very clever. Thank you. How's that working out for you? What? Being clever. Great. Keep it up, then. Right up. Now a question of etiquette. As I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch?
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On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero. I was a recall coordinator. My job was to apply the formula. Here's where the infant went through the windshield. 3 points. A new car built by my company leaves somewhere traveling at 60 miles per hour. The rear differential locks up. The teenager's braces are wrapped around the back seat ashtray. Might make a good antismoking ad. The car crashes and burns with everyone trapped inside. Now, should we initiate a recall? The father must've been huge. You see where the fat has burned to the seat, the polyester shirt? - Very modern art. - Ha ha ha! Take the number of vehicles in the field, "A," multiply it by the probable rate of failure, "B," then multiply the result 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. Are there a lot of these kinds of accidents? You wouldn't believe. Which car company do you work for? A major one.
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Everywhere I travel, tiny life... single-serving sugar... single-serving cream... single pat of butter... a microwave cordon-bleu hobby kit. Shampoo-conditioner combos. Sample package mouthwash, tiny bars of soap. The people I meet on each flight, they're single-serving friends. Between takeoff and landing, we have our time together, but that's all we get. Welcome!
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You wake up at SeaTac. S.F.O... L.A.X... You wake up at O'Hare... Dallas-Fort Worth... B.W.I... Pacific, mountain, central... Lose an hour, gain an hour... Check-in for that flight doesn't begin for another 2 hours, sir. This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time. You wake up at Air Harbor international... ...the aircraft has come to a complete stop. If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?
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This is how I met Marla Singer.
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Was-Was it ticking? Actually, throwers don't worry about ticking, 'cause modern bombs don't tick. Sorry. "Throwers"? Baggage handlers. But when a suitcase vibrates, then the thrower's gotta call the police. My suitcase... was vibrating? 9 times out of 10, it's an electric razor, but every once in a while... it's a dildo. Of course, it's company policy never to imply ownership in the event of a dildo. We have to use the indefinite article a dildo. Never your dildo. I don't own a- I had everything in that suitcase- my CK shirts, my DKNY shoes, my AX ties.
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Home was a condo on the 15th floor of a filing cabinet for widows and young professionals. The walls were solid concrete. A foot of concrete's important when your next-door neighbor lets her hearing aid go and has to watch game shows at full volume... Or when a volcanic blast and 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.
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Oh, it's late. Hey, thanks for the beer. Yeah, man. I should find a hotel. Oh. What? What? A hotel. Yeah. Just ask, man. What are you talking about? Oh, God. 3 pitchers of beer, and you still can't ask. What? You called me 'cause you needed a place to stay. Oh, hey, no, no, no. Yes, you did. So just ask. Cut the foreplay and just ask, man. Would that be a problem? Is it a problem for you to ask? Can I stay at your place? Yeah. Thanks.
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The police would later tell me that the pilot light might have gone out, Letting out just a little bit of gas. That gas could have slowly filled the condo- 1,700 square feet of high ceilings for days and days.