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1m13s
I'm sorry. This is just coming as quite a shock to me, sir. See, whoever set this homemade dynamite could've blown out your pilot light days before the actual explosion. The gas was just the detonator. Who would go and do such a thing? I'll ask the questions. Tell him. Tell him the liberator who destroyed my property has realigned my perception. Excuse me. Are you there? No, I am listening. It's a little hard to know what to make of all this. Have you recently made enemies with anyone who might have access to homemade dynamite? - Enemies? - Reject the basic assumption of civilization, especially the importance of material possessions. Son, this is serious. Yes, I know it's serious. I mean that. Yes, it's very serious. Look, nobody takes this more seriously than me. That condo was my life. OK? I loved every stick of furniture in that place. That was not just a bunch of stuff that got destroyed. It was me! I'd like to thank the Academy. Is this not a good time for you? Just tell him you fuckin' did it. Shhh! Tell him you blew it all up. That's what he wants to hear. Are you still there? Wait. Are you saying that I'm a suspect? No, no. I may need to talk to you a little further, so how about you just lettin' me know if you�re gonna leave town? OK? OK.
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1m27s
Once the tallow hardens, we skim off a layer of glycerin. If you were to add nitric acid, you got nitroglycerin. If you were then to add sodium nitrate and a dash of sawdust, you got dynamite. Yeah, with enough soap, we could blow up just about anything. Tyler was full of useful information. Now, ancient peoples found that clothes got cleaner when they washed them at a certain point in the river. - You know why? - No. Human sacrifices were once made on the hills above this river. Bodies burned. Water seeped into the wood and ashes to create lye. This is lye, the crucial ingredient. Once it mixed with the melted fat of bodies, a thick, white, soapy discharge crept into the river. May I see your hand, please? What is this? This... is chemical burn. Uh-Aah! Aah! It'll hurt more than you've ever been burned, and you will have a scar. If meditation worked for cancer, it could work for this. Stay with the pain. Don't shove to center. No, no! Oh, God! Look at your hand. The first soap was made from the ashes of heroes, Like the first monkey shot into space. Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothin'. I tried not to think of the the words "sear" or "flesh." Stop it! This is your pain. This is your burning hand. It's right here. I'm going to my cave. I'm going to my cave and find my power animal. No! Don't deal with it the way those dead people do! Come on! I get the point! OK! Please! No. What you're feeling is premature enlightenment.
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43.8s
I got this dress at a thrift store for $1.00. It was worth every penny. It's a bridesmaid's dress. Someone loved it... intensely for one day... then tossed it. Like a Christmas tree... so special... then... bam... it's on the side of the road... tinsel still clinging to it... Like a sex crime victim... underwear inside out... bound with electrical tape. Well, then it suits you. You can borrow it sometime.
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24.2s
Except for their humping, Tyler and Marla were never in the same room. My parents pulled this exact same act for years. The condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip one on when you meet a stranger. You... dance all night. Then you throw it away. The condom, I mean. Not the stranger. What?
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1m25s
I want you to do me a favor. Yeah, sure. I want you to hit me as hard as you can. What? I want you to hit me as hard as you can. Let me tell you a little bit about Tyler Durden. Tyler was a night person. While the rest of us were sleeping, he worked. He had one part-time job as a projectionist. See, a movie doesn't come all on one big reel. It comes on a few. So someone has to be there to switch the projectors at the exact moment that one reel ends and the next one begins. If you look for it, you can see these little dots come into the upper right-hand corner of the screen. In the industry, we call them "cigarette burns." That's the cue for a changeover. He flips the projectors, the movie keeps right on going, and nobody in the audience has any idea. Why would anyone want this shit-job? Because it affords him other interesting opportunities. Like splicing single frames of pornography into family films. So when the snoot y cat and the courageous dog with the celebrity voices meet for the first time in reel 3, that's when you'll catch a flash of Tyler's contribution to the film. Nobody knows that they saw it, but they did. A nice big cock. Even a hummingbird couldn't catch Tyler at work.
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56.2s
He was the guerilla terrorist of the food service industry. Do not watch. I cannot go when you watch. Apart from seasoning the lobster bisque, he farted on meringues, sneezed on braised endive. And as for the cream of mushroom soup, well... Go ahead, tell them. You get the idea. What do you want me to do? You just want me to hit you? Come on. Do me this one favor. Why? Why? I don't know why. I don't know. I've never been in a fight. Have you? No, but that's a good thing. No, it is not. How much can you know about yourself if you�ve never been in a fight? I don't wanna die without any scars. So, come on, hit me before I lose my nerve. God, this is crazy. So go crazy. Let 'er rip. Hey, I don't know about this. I don't, either, but who gives a shit? No one's watching. What do you care? Wait. This is crazy. You want me to hit you? That's right. What, like, in the face? Surprise me. This is so fucking stupid.
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