Imagine how he feels. Come on, this isn't funny! That wasn't funny. What the fuck was the point of that? Tomorrow will be the most beautiful day of Raymond K. Hessel's life. His breakfast will taste better than any meal you and I have ever tasted.
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Tyler dreamed up new homework assignments. He handed them out in sealed envelopes.
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I'll be out of your way in a sec. You don't have to go.
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You're not how much money you have in the bank.
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Are you still going to groups? Yeah.
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You're not your fuckin' khakis.
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I am Jack�s wasted life.
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I feel ill.
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Advertising has its taste in cars and clothes... working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War... no Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war. Our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars. But we won't. We're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off. - Yeah! - Yeah!
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I didn't hurt you, did I? Actually, you did. Thank you for this. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Fight Club. Bob. Bob. Bob. Bob. This was mine and Tyler's gift... our gift to the world. Look around. Look around. I see a lot of new faces. - Ha ha! - Ha ha! Shut up! Which means a lot of you have been breaking the first 2 rules of Fight Club.
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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.