Every time the plane banked too sharply on takeoff or landing, I prayed for a crash or a midair collision. Anything.
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Now you see our dilemma. She knows too much.
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I am Jack�s wasted life.
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Ohhh... - That's right, Lou, get it- - Shut the fuck up! Oh, yeah! Yeah! Ha ha ha ha ha! Ho ho ho ha ha ha! Think that's fuckin' funny?! Ho ho, ho! Ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha - Ohh! Ho ho ho!
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Security? I am Jack's smirking revenge. Ohh!
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Ohh! Ahh... ahh... What the hell are you doing?
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Ohh!
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Marla!
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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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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?