Oh... thank God. Please don't hit me again. Please... Telephone, computer, fax machine, 52 weekly paychecks, and 48 airline flight coupons. We now had corporate sponsorship. This is how Tyler and I were able to have Fight Club every night of the week.
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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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8.8s
Now nobody was the center of Fight Club except the 2 men fighting. The leader walked through the crowd, out in the darkness.
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Under and behind and inside, everything this man took for granted... something horrible had been growing.
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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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5.6s
Come on, man! But Ricky was a god for 10 minutes when the trounced the maitre d' of a local food court.
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I mean, all this. Why do you keep... Is this making you happy?
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Don't worry, Mr. Durden. Airport parking, long term.
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Get down on the floor!
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Did you know there's a Fight Club up in Delaware City? Yeah, I heard.
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Whatever.
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Run, Forrest, run!
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No, I mean, uh... It's OK.
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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.
