Yeah, with enough soap, we could blow up just about anything.
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Wait, I gotta talk to you! Marla, Marla! Your whacked-out bald freaks hit me with a fucking broom! They almost broke my arm! They were burning their fingertips with lye, the stink was unbelievable. Look-Look, listen, it's gonna take a tremendous act of faith on your part, but you've got to hear me out. Oh, here comes an avalanche of bullshit. A little more faith than that.
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Sir! Are you checking out? Yeah, uh, b-bill me. I need you to initial this list of phone calls, please.
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1888. I'm sorry, who am I calling? 1888 Franklin. This is Maintenance.
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Have I been Tyler longer and longer?
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It's a lot of responsibility. Wanna switch seats? No. I'm not sure I'm the man for that particular job. An exit-door procedure at 30,000 feet. Mm-hmm. The illusion of safety. Yeah. I guess so. You know why they put oxygen masks on planes? So you can breathe. Oxygen gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, you're taking giant panicked breaths. Suddenly you become euphoric, docile. You accept your fate. It's all right here. Emergency water landing- 600 miles an hour. Blank faces, calm as Hindu cows. That's, um... That's an interesting theory.
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Why is she here? Tying up loose ends. Put me down, you bald-headed fucks! I'm begging you, please don't do this. I'm not doing this. We are doing this. This is what we want. No, I don't want this. Right, except you is meaningless now. We have to forget about you. Jesus, you're a voice in my head. You're a voice in mine. You're a fucking hallucination, why can't I get rid of you? You need me. No, I don't, I really don't anymore. Hey, you created me. I didn't create some loser alter ego to make myself feel better. Take some responsibility. I do. I am responsible for all of it, and I accept that. So please, I'm begging you, please call this off.
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7.8s
What're you talking about? I need you to check and see if there's a lump in my breast. Go to a hospital. I can't afford to throw money away on a doctor.
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What happened? Don't ask. You're shot. Yes, I'm shot. Oh, my God. I can't believe he's standing. One tough motherfucker.
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Come on.
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What happened to your hand? Uh... nothin'.
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Are you, uh... Are you alright, sir? Oh, yeah, I'm OK. You look terrible, sir. What happened? Oh, nothing. It's no problem. Oh, no, no, sir, he's not kidding. You look really awful. You need medical assistance. - I'm fine. - Ugh. Look, I'm fine. Everything's fine.
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Leave her with me, get your stuff, I'll meet you downstairs. Are you sure? Yes, I'm sure.
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Wrap it around the top of his hacky sack, Bob. Yeah. His bails are ice cold.
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I want you to really listen to me. OK. My eyes are open.
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You fucker! What kind of sick fucking game are you playing now, putting me on a fucking bu- Oh, my God, your face! Yeah, I know.
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6.1s
Who did this? I did, actually. Find some gauze.
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6.2s
How I came to live with Tyler is... airlines have this policy about vibrating luggage.