Raymond K. Hessel, 1320 Southeast Banning, apartment A. Small, cramped basement apartment, Raymond? How did you know? Because they give shitty basement apartments Letters instead of numbers. Raymond... you're going to die. Oh, my God, no... Is that your mom and dad? Mom and dad are going to have to call up kindly Dr. So-And-So to pick up your dental records. You want to know why? Because there's going to be nothing left of your face. Aw, come on. An expired community college student I.D. What'd you study, Raymond? S-S-S-Stuff. Stuff? Were the midterms hard?
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Where to begin? With your constant absenteeism? With your unpresentable appearance? You're up for review. I am Jack�s... complete lack of surprise. What? Let's pretend. You're the Department of Transportation. OK? Someone informs you that this company installs front seat mounting brackets that never pass collision tests... brake linings that fail after a thousand miles, and fuel injectors that explode and burn people alive.
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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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There's a sign in the front that says "Lou's Tavern."
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I could've moved to another room... on the third floor, where I might not have heard them. Oh, baby! But I didn't.
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Hold it right there. Shut up! Shut up! Take this money and get on this bus. And I promise you I will never bother you again if that's what you want. Shut up! Please get on the bus. Please get on the bus!
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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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I don't know about this, Marla. Please? She didn't call Tyler. I'm neutral in her book.
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Ohh! Motherfucker! You hit me in the ear. Well, Jesus, I'm sorry. Ow! Christ! Why the ear, man? Aw, I fucked it up. No. That was perfect. Ohh! Uhh!
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Yeah?
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But that's me, and I could be wrong. Maybe it's a terrible tragedy. No. It�s just stuff. It's not a tragedy, but... Well, you did lose a lot of versatile solutions for modern living. Fuck. You're right. No. I don't smoke.
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That's nice. Taking food to Mrs... Hanna burr, Mrs. Raines? Who are they... exactly? Tragically, they're dead. I'm alive, and I'm in poverty. You want any? No. No. I got one for you. Thanks for the thought.
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Hello. I need you to arrest me. I am the leader of a terrorist organization responsible for numerous acts of vandalism, and assault all over this city.
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It's me... Bob! Hey... Bob.
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...in the metropolitan area, with probably a couple hundred members. Chapters have sprung up in 5 or 6 other major cities already. This is a tightly regimented organization, with many cells capable of operating completely independent of central leadership. Look, look, go to that house, OK? 1537 Paper Street. That's our headquarters. In the back, buried in the garden, you'll find the body of Robert Paulson. In the basement, you're gonna find some bathtubs that have been used very recently to make large quantities of nitroglycerin. I believe the plan is to blow up the headquarters of these credit card companies, and the T.R.W. Building.
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- Aah! Ohhh! Ohh! - Ow!
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Who told you motherfuckers that you could use my place? We have a deal worked out with Irvin. Irvin? Irvin's at home with a broken collarbone. He don't own this place. I do.
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Hey! Watch out, jackass! Come on! Now, this is not as easy as it sounds.