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Shit.

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You, too, big guy.

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Looks like this is good-bye. Well, let's not make a big thing out of it, OK? How's this for not making a big thing?

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Pull any one but the green one. I asked you not to do that!

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Thanks, Lou.

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If only I had wasted a couple of minutes and gone to watch Marla Singer die, none of this would've happened. Unhh! Unhh! Unhh! Unhh!

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You fucker! What kind of sick fucking game are you playing now, putting me on a fucking bu- Oh, my God, your face! Yeah, I know.

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You shot yourself? Yes, but it's OK. Marla, look at me. I'm really OK. Trust me. Everything's gonna be fine.

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You met me at a very strange time in my life.

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When deep space exploration ramps up, it'll be the corporations that names everything: The I.B.M. Stellar sphere, the Microsoft Galaxy, Planet Starbucks. Gonna need you out of town a little more this week. We got some red flags to cover. It must've been Tuesday. He was wearing his cornflower-blue tie. You want me to deprioritize my current reports until you advise of a status upgrade? Make these your primary action items. Here's your flight coupons. Call me from the road if there's any snags. He was full of pep. Must have had his grandee latte enema.

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Tyler? Who is this? Um, ahem, we met on the airplane. We had the same suitcase. Uh, the clever guy. Oh, yeah. Right. OK? I called a second ago. There was no answer. I'm at a pay phone. Yeah. I star-69ed you. I never pick up my phone. So, what's up, man? Uh, well... you're not gonna believe this.

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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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Wrap it around the top of his hacky sack, Bob. Yeah. His bails are ice cold.

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People are always asking me if I know Tyler Durden. 3 minutes. Ground zero. Would you like to say a few words to mark the occasion? With a gun barrel between your teeth, you speak only in vowels. I can't think of anything. For a second I totally forget about Tyler's whole controlled demolition thing, and I wonder how clean that gun is. Getting exciting now. That old saying, how you always hurt the one you love? Well, it works both ways.

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I always wanted 3 kids, 2 boys and a girl. Mindy wanted 2 girls and a boy. We never could agree on anything. Well, uh, you know, she- She had her first child last week, a... a girl. With-With her, uh, with her new husband. Fuck. Hey-Hey, thank God, you know. I'm-I'm glad for her. Because she deserves it.

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And this is how I met the big moosey... Come on. Let's go over here. His eyes already shrink-wrapped in tears... knees together, those awkward little steps.

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Hey, come on. I'm in pain. You wanna see pain? Swing by First Methodist Tuesday nights. See the guys with testicular cancer. That's pain.

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Shit.

You, too, big guy.

Looks like this is good-bye. Well, let's not make a big thing out of it, OK? How's this for not making a big thing?

Pull any one but the green one. I asked you not to do that!

Thanks, Lou.

If only I had wasted a couple of minutes and gone to watch Marla Singer die, none of this would've happened. Unhh! Unhh! Unhh! Unhh!

You fucker! What kind of sick fucking game are you playing now, putting me on a fucking bu- Oh, my God, your face! Yeah, I know.

You shot yourself? Yes, but it's OK. Marla, look at me. I'm really OK. Trust me. Everything's gonna be fine.

You met me at a very strange time in my life.

Tyler? Who is this? Um, ahem, we met on the airplane. We had the same suitcase. Uh, the clever guy. Oh, yeah. Right. OK? I called a second ago. There was no answer. I'm at a pay phone. Yeah. I star-69ed you. I never pick up my phone. So, what's up, man? Uh, well... you're not gonna believe this.

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?

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.

Wrap it around the top of his hacky sack, Bob. Yeah. His bails are ice cold.

And this is how I met the big moosey... Come on. Let's go over here. His eyes already shrink-wrapped in tears... knees together, those awkward little steps.

Hey, come on. I'm in pain. You wanna see pain? Swing by First Methodist Tuesday nights. See the guys with testicular cancer. That's pain.