Why are you doing this? Because they think you're some kind of a threat. I-I can't explain it right now, just trust me. If I see where you're going, you will not be safe. I'm not paying this back. I consider it asshole tax. That's fine. Remember, stay out of major cities for at least a couple of days, OK? Tyler.
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23.6s
How'd you find me? You left that forwarding number. I haven't seen you in any support groups. We split them up. That was the idea, remember? Yeah, but you haven't been going to yours. How do you know? I cheated. I found a new one. Really? It's for men only. Like the testicle thing? Waaah!
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If I fall asleep, I'm done for. You're gonna have to keep me up... all... night. Un-fucking-believable. He was obviously able to handle it. You know what I mean. You fucked her.
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Fight Club became the reason to cut your hair short or trim your fingernails. OK. Any historical figure. I'd fight Gandhi. Good answer. How about you? Lincoln. Lincoln? Mm. Big guy, big reach. Skinny guys fight till they're burger. Fuck. Hey. Even the Mona Lisa's falling apart.
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7.1s
Where is Tyler? Sir, the first rule of Project Mayhem is you do not- Right, uh... OK.
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13.1s
Fight Club wasn't about winning or losing. It wasn't about words. The hysterical shouting was in tongues, Like in a Pentecostal church.
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I really admire what you're doing.
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3s
Life insurance pays off triple if you die on a business trip.
Excuse me? Don't worry about us, sir. We're solid.
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12.4s
You give up the condo life... give up all your flaming worldly possessions... go live in a dilapidated house in a toxic waste part of town... and you have to come home to this. Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!
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12.9s
What-What are you doing here? What? This is my house. What are you doing in my house? Fuck you.
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5.4s
You won't believe this dream I had last night. Yeah, I can hardly believe anything about last night.
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15.3s
Tyler sold his soap to department stores at $20 a bar. God knows what they charged. This is the best soap. Why, thank you, Suzie. It was beautiful. We were selling rich women their own fat asses back to them.
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They shot him in the head. Those fuckin' pigs!
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Look, this is a bad time. I've been going to Debtors Anonymous. You wanna see some really fucked up people? I'm just on my way out. Me, too. I've got a stomach-full of Xanax. I took what was left of a bottle. It might have been too much. Just picture watching Marla Singer throw herself around her crummy apartment. But this isn't a for-real suicide thing. This is probably one of those cry-for-help things. This could go on for hours. So you're staying in tonight, then? Do you wanna wait and hear me describe death? Do you wanna listen and see if my spirit can use a phone?
