Whoa-Ohh! After fighting, everything else in your life got the volume turned down.
Fight Club
4.1s
What? You could deal with anything. Have you finished those reports?
Fight Club
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Ooh! At night, Tyler and I were alone for a half a mile in every direction.
Fight Club
3.4s
You can swallow a pint of blood before you get sick.
Fight Club
6.2s
It went smooth until... Police! Freeze! Until what? They shot Bob.
Fight Club
7.2s
Aah! OK, OK, OK. I got it. I got it. I got it. Shit, I lost it. Ooh! Back! All of you!
Fight Club
10.3s
First rule of Fight Club is you do not talk about- Who are you?
Fight Club
5.9s
Why would you do that? Oh, my God. No! Please stop!
Fight Club
4.4s
Ohhh... Still not gettin' it.
Fight Club
2.5s
Who am I? Yeah.
Fight Club
15.6s
Had I slept? You are not a beautiful unique snowflake, do you understand me? The house had become a living thing, wet inside from so many people sweating and breathing. We are all from the same compost. So many people moving, the house moved.
Fight Club
13.9s
Planet Tyler. I had to hug the walls. Trapped inside this clock work of space monkeys. You can't be smoking in here. Do you know how much ether we have in this fucking house? Cooking, working, and sleeping in teams.
Fight Club
8.1s
What comes next in Project Mayhem, only Tyler knows. The second rule is you do not ask questions.
Fight Club
6.3s
Sorry. What did - Come here! Leave me alone! You crazy? Uhh!
Fight Club
2.2s
Can I come in?
Fight Club
1.1s
OK.
Fight Club
1.7s
I'm keeping your license.
Fight Club
1m21s
He was wearing his yellow tie. I didn't even wear a tie to work anymore. "The first rule of Fight Club is you don't talk about Fight Club"? I'm half asleep again. I must've left the original in the copy machine. "The second rule of Fight Club - " is this yours? Huh? Pretend you're me. Make a managerial decision. You find this. What would you do? Well, I gotta tell ya... I'd be very, very careful who you talk to about that. Because the person who wrote that... is dangerous. And this buttoned-down, oxford-cloth psycho might just snap and then stalk from office to office with an Armilade AR-10 carbine gas-powered semi-automatic weapon, pumping round after round into colleagues and coworkers. This might be someone you've known for years... someone very... very... close to you. Tyler's words coming out of my mouth. And I used to be such a nice guy. Maybe you shouldn't bring me every little piece of trash you happen to pick up. Liability. My tit's gonna rot off. Will you excuse me? I need to take this.
