Come on. If I didn't say anything... people always assumed the worst. Welcome, Travis. Welcome, Travis.
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Ahh!
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Babies don't sleep this well.
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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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Goddamn it, Tyler! What do you want?! Statement of purpose? Should I e-mail you? Should I put this on your action item list? You decide your own level of involvement! I will! I want to know certain things first. The first rule of Project Mayhem- Shut up! I want to know what you're thinking. Fuck what you know. You need to forget about what you know. That's your problem. Forget about what you think you know about life, about friendship, and especially about you and me. What? What is that supposed to mean? What... What are you doing?
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Sir.
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They cried harder... then I cried harder.
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Go. You're trespassing, and I will have to call the police.
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Tyler dreamed up new homework assignments. He handed them out in sealed envelopes.
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You've got about 30 seconds.
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Tyler was now involved in a class-action lawsuit with the Pressman Hotel over the urine content of their soup.
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I became addicted.
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You, too, big guy.
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Thanks, Lou.
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Uhh! Uh... uhh! What are you doing? Oh, God, no! Please! No! For some reason, I thought of my first fight with Tyler. No!
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You had to give it to him. Come on. He had a plan. And it started to make sense in a Tyler sort of way. No fear. No distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide.