Bv, "If I had a tumor, i'd call it marla"
Wie vult aan?!
quote:Narrator: This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time.
Op donderdag 31 oktober 2002 10:30 schreef Keffo- het volgende:
Wie vult aan?!
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[after vigorous sex with Tyler Durden]
Marla Singer: I haven't been fucked like that since grade school!
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Narrator: I am Jack's smirking revenge.
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Tyler Durden: Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing 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. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.
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Narrator: First person that comes out this fucking door gets a... gets a LEAD SALAD, you understand?
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Tyler Durden: All the ways you wish you could be, that's me. I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways that you are not.
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Boss: Is that your blood?
Narrator: Some of it, yeah.
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Narrator: I felt like destroying something beautiful.
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Tyler Durden: You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
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Narrator: When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep; you're never really awake.
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Tyler Durden: We were raised on television to believe that we'd all be millionares, movie gods, rock stars, but we won't. And we're starting to figure that out.
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Tyler Durden: You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
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Narrator: On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.
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Tyler Durden: First rule of Fight Club, you do not talk about Fight Club. Second rule of Fight Club, you DO NOT talk about Fight Club. Third rule of Fight Club, when someone says stop, goes limp or taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule of Fight Club, only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule of Fight Club, one fight at a time. Sixth rule of Fight Club, no shirt, no shoes. Seventh rule of Fight Club, fights go on as long as they have to. Eighth and final rule of Fight Club, if this is your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight.
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Narrator: We were selling rich women their own fat asses back to them.
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Narrator: When people think you're dying, they listen--
Marla Singer: --instead of waiting for their turn to speak.
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Tyler Durden: It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything.
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[After meeting and having sex with Marla]
Tyler Durden: Man, you've got some fucked up friends, I'm tellin' ya. Limber, though...
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Tyler Durden: The things you own end up owning you.
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Narrator: Well, what do you want me to do? You just want me to hit you?
Tyler Durden: C'mon, do me this one favor.
Narrator: Why?
Tyler Durden: Why? I don't know why; I don't know. Never been in a fight. You?
Narrator: No, but that's a good thing.
Tyler Durden: No, it is not. How much can you know about yourself, 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.
Narrator: This is crazy.
Tyler Durden: So go crazy. Let 'er rip.
Narrator: I don't know about this.
Tyler Durden: I don't either. Who gives a shit? No one's watching. What do you care?
Narrator: Whoa, wait, this is crazy. You want me to hit you?
Tyler Durden: That's right.
Narrator: What, like in the face?
Tyler Durden: Surprise me.
Narrator: This is so fucking stupid...
[Narrator swings, connects against Tyler's head]
Tyler Durden: Motherfucker! You hit me in the ear!
Narrator: Well, Jesus, I'm sorry.
Tyler Durden: Ow, Christ... why the ear, man?
Narrator: Guess I fucked it up...
Tyler Durden: No, that was perfect!
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[Tyler and Narrator are discussing ideal opponents.]
Tyler Durden: OK: any historic figure.
Narrator: I'd fight Gandhi.
Tyler Durden: Good answer.
Narrator: How about you?
Tyler Durden: Lincoln.
Narrator: Lincoln?
Tyler Durden: Big guy, big reach. Skinny guys fight 'til they're burger.
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Narrator: A new car built by my company leaves somewhere traveling at 60 mph. The rear differential locks up. The car crashes and burns with everyone trapped inside. Now, should we initiate a recall? Take the number of vehicles in the field, A, multiply by the probable rate of failure, B, multiply by the average out-of-court settlement, C. A times B times C equals X. If X is less than the cost of a recall, we don't do one.
Business woman on plane: Are there a lot of these kinds of accidents?
Narrator: You wouldn't believe.
Business woman on plane: Which car company do you work for?
Narrator: A major one.
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Tyler Durden: Did you know that by mixing equal parts of gasoline and frozen orange juice concentrate you can make napalm?
Narrator: No I didn't know that; is that true?
Tyler Durden: That's right... One could make all kinds of explosives, using simple house-hold items.
Narrator: Really...?
Tyler Durden: If one were so inclined.
Narrator: You know Tyler, you are by far the most interesting single-serving friend I've ever met... see I have this thing; everything on a plane is single-serving--
Tyler Durden: Oh I get it, it's very clever.
Narrator: Thank you.
Tyler Durden: How's that working out for you?
Narrator: What?
Tyler Durden: Being clever.
Narrator: Good.
Tyler Durden: Well keep it up then.
[Gets up from airplane seat]
Tyler Durden: Now a question of etiquette; as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch...?
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Tyler Durden: You have a kind of sick desperation in your laugh.
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Tyler Durden: Our fathers were our models for God. If they bailed, what does that tell you about God? You have to be prepared for the possibility that God does not like you.
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Tyler Durden: Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.
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Narrator: I am Jack's cold sweat.
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[Holding up a wad of cash]
Marla Singer: You're not getting this back. I consider it asshole tax.
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Narrator: If I had a tumor, I'd name it Marla.
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Tyler Durden: We're designed to be hunters and we're in a society of shopping. There's nothing to kill anymore, there's nothing to fight, nothing to overcome, nothing to explore. In that social emasculation this everyman is created.
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[meeting aboard an airliner]
Narrator: What do you do for a living?
Tyler Durden: Why? So you can pretend like you're interested?
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Narrator: He was the guerilla terrorist for the food service industry. Apart from seasoning the lobster bisque, he farted on the meringue, sneezed on braised endive, and as for the cream of mushroom soup, well...
Tyler Durden: Tell 'em.
Narrator: ...you get the idea.
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Narrator: I am Jack's raging bile duct.
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[at a cancer support meeting]
Narrator: Oh yeah, Chloe... Chloe looked how Meryl Streep's skeleton would look if you made it smile and walk around the party being extra nice to everyone.
Chloe: Well, I'm still here. But I don't know for how long. That's as much certainty as anyone can give me... I have some good news: I no longer have any fear of death.
[audience claps]
Chloe: But I am in a pretty lonely place. No one will have sex with me. I'm so close to the end and all I want is to get laid for the last time... I have pornographic movies in my apartment, lubricants, and amyl nitrate...
[the group leader takes the mic]
Group Leader: Everyone, let's thank Chloe.
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Narrator: A guy started at Fight Club, his ass was a wad of cookie dough. After a few weeks, he was carved out of wood.
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Narrator: I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. And then I ran some more.
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Narrator: After fighting, everything else in your life has got the volume turned down.
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Narrator: If you wake up at a different time in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?
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Tyler Durden: Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing.
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Tyler Durden: Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate, so we can buy shit we don't need.
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Narrator: And then, something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.
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Tyler Durden: Do you know what a "duvet" is?
Narrator: It's a comforter...
Tyler Durden: It's a blanket. Just a blanket.
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Narrator: [While brutally beating Angel Face] I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every Panda that wouldn't screw to save its species. I wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother all the French beaches I'd never see. I wanted to breathe smoke.
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Narrator: [reading] "I am Jack's colon."
Tyler Durden: I get cancer, I kill Jack.
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Tyler Durden: You just had a near-life experience.
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Narrator: Everywhere I travel, tiny life. Single-serving sugar, single-serving cream, single pat of butter. The microwave Cordon bleu hobby-kit. Shampoo-conditioner combos. Sample-packaged mouthwash. The people I meet on flights? They're single-serving friends.
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Narrator: We'll split up the week. You can have lymphoma, tuberculosis and --
Marla Singer: You take tuberculosis. My smoking doesn't go over at all.
Narrator: I think testicular cancer should be no contest.
Marla Singer: Well, technically, I have more of a right to be there than you. You still have your balls.
Narrator: You're kidding.
Marla Singer: I don't know -- am I? ...I'll take the parasites.
Narrator: You can't have both parasites. You can take blood parasites --
Marla Singer: I want brain parasites.
Narrator: Okay. I'll take blood parasites and organic brain dementia --
Marla Singer: I want that.
Narrator: You can't have the whole brain!
Marla Singer: So far, you have four and I only have two!
Narrator: Then take blood parasites. It's yours. Now we each have three.
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Narrator: I am Jack's complete lack of surprise.
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Tyler Durden: It could be worse. A woman could cut off your penis while you're sleeping and toss it out the window of a moving car.
Narrator: There's always that.
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[The narrator pulls a loose tooth out of his mouth.]
Tyler Durden: Hey, even the Mona Lisa's falling apart.
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[about attending support groups for diseases she doesn't have]
Marla Singer: It's cheaper than a movie, and there's free coffee.
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Narrator: Look, no one takes this more seriously than me! That condo was my life, okay? I loved every stick of furniture in that place. That was not just a bunch of stuff that got destroyed, that was ME!
[voice-over]
Narrator: I'd like to thank the Academy...
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Narrator: I am Jack's wasted life.
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Narrator: I am Jack's inflamed sense of rejection.
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Tyler Durden: Forget about what you think you know about life.
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Narrator: I am Jack's broken heart.
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Narrator: Is Tyler my bad dream? Or am I Tyler's?
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[last line]
Narrator: You met me at a very strange time in my life.
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Narrator: Life insurance pays off triple if you die on a business trip.
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Narrator: Was it ticking?
Airport Security Officer: Actually throwers don't worry about ticking 'cause modern bombs don't tick.
Narrator: Sorry, throwers?
Airport Security Officer: Baggage handlers. But, when a suitcase vibrates, then the throwers gotta call the police.
Narrator: My suitcase was vibrating?
Airport Security Officer: Nine times out of ten it's an electric razor, but every once in a while...
[whispering]
Airport Security Officer: it's a dildo. Of course it's company policy never to, imply ownership in the event of a dildo... always use the indefinite article "a dildo", never "your dildo".
Narrator: I don't own...
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Narrator: With a gun barrel stuck between your teeth, you only speak in vowels.
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Narrator: Fight club wasn't about winning or losing. It wasn't about words. The hysterical shouting was in tongues, like at a Pentecostal Church.
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Narrator: I got in everyone's hostile little face. Yes, these are bruises from fighting. Yes, I'm comfortable with that. I am enlightened.
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Tyler Durden: The best fat for making soap comes from humans.
Narrator: Wait. What is this place?
Tyler Durden: A liposuction clinic.
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Narrator: Except for their humping, Tyler and Marla were never in the same room. My parents pulled this exact same stunt for years.
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Marla Singer: A condom is the glass slipper for our generation. You slip one on when you meet a stranger. You "dance" all night, and then you throw it away. The condom, I mean, not the stranger.
Narrator: What?
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Marla Singer: I got this dress at a thrift store for one dollar.
Narrator: It was worth every penny.
Marla Singer: It's a bridesmaid's dress. Someone loved it intensely for one day, and then tossed it. Like a Christmas tree. So special. Then, bam, it's on the side of the road.
[Grabs Narrator's crotch.]
Marla Singer: Tinsel still clinging to it. Like a sex crime victim. Underwear inside out. Bound with electrical tape.
Narrator: Well, then it suits you.
Marla Singer: You can borrow it sometime.
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Tyler Durden: Fuck Martha Stewart. Martha's polishing the brass on the titanic. Shit man, It's all going down.
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[Of Marla.]
Tyler Durden: She's a predator posing as a house pet.
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Narrator: Marla... the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you could stop tonguing it, but you can't.
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Narrator: He had a plan. Maybe you just didn't see it 'til it hit you between the eyes. But, 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.
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Tyler Durden: In the world I see -- you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You will wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You will climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. You will see tiny figures pounding corn and laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of the ruins of a superhighway.
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[After reading an emergency instruction manual on a plane]
Tyler Durden: Look at their faces, as calm as Hindu cows.
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Members of Fight Club: [Chanting] His name is Robert Paulsen.
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Tyler Durden: [His face is soaked in blood. He is shaking it over Lou and screaming] You don't know where I've been. You don't know where I've been. Just let us have the basement Lou.
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[While the narrator is on the phone with the police]
Tyler Durden: Tell him. Tell him, "The liberator who destroyed my property has realigned my perceptions".
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[while burning the narrator's hand with lye.]
Tyler Durden: You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. This is not the worst thing that's gonna happen to you.
Narrator: It isn't?!
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Narrator: And then, Tyler was gone.
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Marla Singer: Tyler ... you're the worst thing that's ever happened to me.
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Narrator: People are always asking me if know Tyler Durden.
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Narrator: When deep space exploration ramps up, it will be the corporations that name everything. The IBM Stellar Sphere. The Philip-Morris Galaxy. Planet Starbucks.
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Boss: [Reading a piece of paper] "The first rule of fight club is you don't talk about fight club. The second rule of fight club is you don't talk about fight club." Is this yours?
Narrator: Huh?
[voice over]
Narrator: I'm half asleep again, I must have left the original in the copy machine.
Boss: We don't pay you to abuse the copy machine.
Narrator: Now there's an image...
Boss: What do you know about this?
Narrator: Well, I gotta tell ya - I'd be very careful who I talk to about this. Because the person who wrote this is dangerous. And one day they could just snap. And then this button-down, Oxford-cloth psycho, stalking from office to office with an Armalite AR-180 carbine gas-operated semi-automatic, pumping round after round into colleagues and coworkers. This could be someone you've known for years. Someone very close to you.
[voice over]
Narrator: Tyler's words coming out of my mouth.
[on screen]
Narrator: Or maybe you shouldn't go bringing me every little piece of trash you happen to pick up.
[voice over]
Narrator: And I used to be such a nice guy.
[phone rings]
Narrator: [into phone] Compliance and Liability.
Marla Singer: My tit's gonna rot off.
Narrator: [to Boss] Would you excuse me? I have to take this.
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Tyler Durden: Self improvement is masturbation. Now self destruction, that may be the answer.
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Narrator: What are we doing tonight?
Tyler Durden: Tonight we make soap. In order to make soap, first we must render fat.
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Narrator: Hello?
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Marla Singer: You're Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Jackass!
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Narrator: I flipped through the catalog and wondered what kind of dining set defines me as a person?
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Narrator: Marla's philosophy of life is that she might die at any moment. The tragedy, she said, was that she didn't.
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Narrator: I can't get married - I'm a thirty-year-old boy.
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Marla Singer: [After taking a bottle of sleeping pills]
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Tyler Durden: Hitting the bottom isn't a weekend retreat! It's not a fucking seminar! Stop trying to control everything and just let go!
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Tyler Durden: OK, you are now firing a gun at your imaginary friend before gallons of nitroglycerine!
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Narrator: Deja vu - all over again.
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Tyler Durden: I'll bring us through this. As always. I'll carry you - kicking and screeming - and in the end you'll thank me.
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Narrator: He was full of pep. Must've had his grande-latte enema.
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Narrator: Every night I died and every night I was born again, ressurrected.
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Narrator: We have just lost cabin pressure.
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[about Tyler splicing frames of pornography into family films]
Narrator: So when the snoody cat, and the courageous dog, with the celebrity voices meet for the first time in reel three, that's when you'll catch a flash of Tyler's contribution to the film.
[the audience is watching the film, the pornography flashes for a split second]
Narrator: Nobody knows that they saw it, but they did-
Tyler Durden: A nice, big, cock...
[several audience members look rattled, a little girl is crying]
Narrator: Even a hummingbird couldn't catch Tyler at work.
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Tyler Durden: [To club owner] Got it. Oh shit I forgot!
[Club owner punches Tyler in the face]
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Tyler Durden: Look... the people you are after are the people you depend on. We cook your meals. We haul your trash. We connect your calls. We drive your ambulances. We guard you while you sleep. Do not fuck with us.
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Narrator: Bob loved me because he thought my testicles were removed too. Being there, pressed against his tits, ready to cry. This was my vacation... and she ruined *everything*.
Marla Singer: This is cancer right?
Narrator: This chick Marla singer did not have testicular cancer. She was a liar. She had no diseases at all. I had seen her at Free and Clear my blood parasite group Thursdays. Then at Hope, my bi-monthly sickle cell circle. And again at Seize the Day, my tuberculous Friday night. Marla... the big tourist. Her lie reflected my lie. Suddenly I felt nothing. I couldn't cry, so once again I couldn't sleep.
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Narrator: Bob had bitch tits.
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Narrator: With insomnia, nothing is real. Everything is far away. Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy.
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Narrator: It's called a change-over. The movie goes on and nobody knows the difference.
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[While narrator is on the phone]
Tyler Durden: Reject the basic assumptions of civilization, especially the importance of materiel possessions.
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Lou: I'm fucking Lou. Who the fuck are you?
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Narrator: We have front row seats for this theatre of mass destruction. The demolitions committee of Project Mayhem wrapped a the foundation columns of a dozen buildings with blasting gelatin. In two minutes primary charges will blow base charges and a few square blocks will be reduced to smoldering rubble. I know this, because Tyler knows this.
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Narrator: I never wanted this!
Tyler Durden: What do you want?! You wanna go back to the shit job, fuckin' condo world watchin' sitcoms all day? Fuck you, I wont do it.
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[The Narrator's apartment has just been blown to pieces]
Narrator: I had it all. I was close to being complete.
Tyler Durden: Shit man; now it's all gone.
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Narrator: Clean food please.
Maitre D: Then may I advise the lady against the clam chowder?
Narrator: No! No clam chowder!
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Marla Singer: Listen. I tried Tyler. I really tried. There are things about you that I like, you're smart, you're funny, you're spectacular in bed. But you are intolerable. You have serious emotional problems, deep seated problems for which you should seek professional help.
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Narrator: By the end of the first month, I didn't miss TV.
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Tyler Durden: Would you like to say a few words to mark the occasion?
Narrator: [with Tyler's gun in his mouth] mm mm mm mm mm mmmmmm.
[Tyler removes the gun]
Narrator: I still can't think of anything.
Tyler Durden: Ah. Flashback humor.
[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door CloudBox op 31-10-2002 10:37]
quote:Post anders het hele filmscript. Waar haal je dit trouwens zo snel vandaan?
Op donderdag 31 oktober 2002 10:36 schreef CloudBox het volgende:Ongeveer alle tekst in de hele film...
Gr.
S.
Klik dan als je durft
quote:Mijn secretaresse heeft het voor me ingetypt.
Op donderdag 31 oktober 2002 11:03 schreef Suijk het volgende:[..]
Post anders het hele filmscript. Waar haal je dit trouwens zo snel vandaan?
Gr.
S.
Zie trouwens ook:
Onsterfelijke quotes
Fokkers favoriete filmquotes..
[13:57:43] <@Daggla> ik weet ei'k ook niet wie corleone is.. Uit ER ofzo?
quote:Ja, vraag dan niet om aanvulling
Op donderdag 31 oktober 2002 12:04 schreef mitt het volgende:
CloudBox gooit meteen alle quotes der ff in
[13:57:43] <@Daggla> ik weet ei'k ook niet wie corleone is.. Uit ER ofzo?
quote:Mooi he, dat IMDB
Op donderdag 31 oktober 2002 10:36 schreef CloudBox het volgende:[..]
-quotes-
quote:Hier
Op donderdag 31 oktober 2002 11:03 schreef Suijk het volgende:[..]
Waar haal je dit trouwens zo snel vandaan?
quote:Wie vult ze aan? Nou, ik dus
Op donderdag 31 oktober 2002 12:14 schreef mitt het volgende:
Hij vraagt toch niet of iemand alle quotes uit de film wil geven
Vlak voor zijn apartement ontploft iets in de sfeer van:
"..That comes in handy if ...... or your entire furniture gets blown out of the window"
hoe was die ook weer precies?
quote:Hoezee voor Control Cee en Control Vee!
Op donderdag 31 oktober 2002 14:44 schreef Blast het volgende:[..]
Mooi he, dat IMDB
[..]
quote:Dat is inderdaad ook een van de beste quotes
Op donderdag 31 oktober 2002 10:37 schreef TommydaSilva het volgende:
Run Forest ruuuuuun !
Vanaf nu zetten we gewoon ons eigen favoriete quote uit de film neer
*********opent nieuw topic in een al bestaand topic***************
goed idee he?
Een van mijn favoriete quotjes is: (zie sig)
Self improvement is masturbation...
De perfectie 
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