Fight Club Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Fight Club Script

People always ask me if I know Tyler Durden.

Three minutes.

This is it. Ground zero.

Do you have a speech for the occasion?

With a gun barrel between your teeth, you speak only in vowels.

I can't think of anything.

For a second, I forget about Tyler's controlled demolition thing

and I wonder how clean that gun is.

It's getting exciting now.

That old thing, how you always hurt the one you love.

Well, it works both ways.

We have front -row seats for this theatre of mass destruct ion.

The Demolitions Committee of Project Mayhem

wrapped the foundations of buildings with explosives.

In two minutes, primary charges will blow base charges

and a few blocks will be reduced to smouldering rubble.

I know this because Tyler knows this.

Two and a half. Think of everything we've accomplished.

Suddenly I realise that all of this, the gun, the bombs, the revolution,

has got something to do with a girl named Marla Singer.

Bob. Bob had bitch tits.

This was a support group for men with testicular cancer.

The big moosie slobbering all over me, that was Bob.

We're still men.

Yes, we're men.

Men is what we are.

Bob had had his testicles removed. Then hormone therapy.

He developed bitch tits because his testosterone was too high

and his body upped the oestrogen.

- That was where I fit... - They'll have to drain my pecs again.

... between those huge sweating tits

that hung enormous, the way you'd think of God's as big.

OK, you cry now.

No, wait. Back up. Let me start earlier.

For six months, I couldn't sleep.

I couldn't sleep.

Everything's far away. He had on his cornflower blue tie. Like so many others. Here's your flight coupons. nothing's real. The Planet Starbucks. The Microsoft Galaxy. Call me if there's any snags. I had become . Everything's a copy of a copy of a copy. You want me to deprior itise my reports until you advise of a status upgrade? Prioritise these. He was full of pep. When deep space exploration ramps up. It must have been Tuesday.With insomnia. it'll be the corporations that name everything. I need you out of town this week to cover some red flags. Must have had his grande latte enema. The IBM Stellar Sphere.

hard-working.Please hold. Yes. Or the Ohamshab sofa with the Strinne green stripe pattern.. The Hovetrekke home exerbike.wherever. I'd flip through catalogues and wonder "What kind of dining set defines me as a person?" I had it all. Even the Ryslampa wire lamps of environmentally -friendly unbleached paper. I had to have it. .. The Klipsk personal office unit.Please hold.Anything clever. like a coffee table in the shape of a yin -yang. Even the glass dishes with tiny bubbles and imperfections. I'd like to order the Erika Pekkari dust ruffles. . indigenous peoples of.. . proof that they were crafted by the honest. . .a slave to the lkea nesting instinct..

No. See the guys with testicular cancer. I have no idea how I got there. .You need to lighten up. Now it was the Horchow collection. Tuesday nights.What about narcolepsy? I nod off. Chew some valerian root and get more exercise. You need healthy. come on. lipstick -red Seconals. .No.. .We used to read pornography.Can you please just give me something? Red and blue Tuinals.. . I wake up in strange places. . . You can't die of insomnia. Hey. .I'm in pain. natural sleep.You wanna see pain? Swing by First Methodist. That's pain.

Thank you. two boys and a girl.. With her new husband. She. let's thank Thomas for sharing himself with us. and I see a lot of courage. She deserves. She had her first child last week. Everyone. I.. We never could agree on anything.. I look around this room. I'm glad for her. Fuck! Thank God.. Well.. Thomas. With her. you know.. A girl... .. With..I always wanted three kids.. Mindy wanted two girls and a boy....

Bob? Bob had been a champion bodybuilder. Those awkward little steps.My name is Bob. You know that chest expansion programme on late-night TV? That was his idea.And that gives me strength. I was ajuicer. using steroids? Diabonal and . It's time for the one -on-ones. So let's all of us follow Thomas's example and really open ourselves up. You know. His eyes already shrink -wrapped in tears. Knees together. . Could you find a partner? And this is how I met the big moosie. . We give each other strength.

That's really good. Dark and silent and complete.. Losing all hope was freedom.. Cornelius.. I let go. You can cry. Strangers with this kind of honesty make me go a big. I found freedom. Go ahead. . for Christ sakes. they use that on racehorses. Oh. My two grown kids won't even return my phone calls.. rubbery one. something happened .Wisterol. And then. Lost in oblivion. And now I'm bankrupt. I'm divorced.

then I cried harder.. I was the warm little centre that the life of this world crowded around. healing you. I wasn't really dying. Remember to breathe and step forward through the back door of the room. .. I wasn't host to cancer or parasites. They cried harder. Imagine your pain as a white ball of healing light. the heart chakra. Now keep this going. I became addicted.. If I didn't say anything people always assumed the worst..It's OK. Babies don't sleep this well. Now we're going to open the green door. It moves over your body.

You're going deeper into your cave. And every evening I was born again. And you're going to find your power animal. Slide. Every evening I died. Being there. That's right. Step forward into your cave. ready to cry. Bob loved me because he thought my testicles were removed too. . pressed against his tits.Where does it lead? To your cave. Resurrected.

Marla. Marla Singer. the big tourist. my bimonthly sickle -cell circle. She had no diseases at all. And suddenly. my tuberculosis. She was a liar. Friday night. at Seize The Day. Her lie reflected my lie. my blood parasites group. This is cancer. I had seen her at Free And Clear. . Thursdays. And she ruined everything.This was my vacation. did not have testicular cancer. Then at Hope. I felt nothing. And again. right? This chick.

We'll just let that dry. Chloe would like to say a few words. I'm gonna grab that bitch. get out! I hadn't slept in four days. you're never really asleep. when it's time to hug. after we open our heart chakras. I need this! Now.. you liar! You big tourist. Marla. after guided meditation. Chloe looked the way Meryl Streep's skeleton would look if you made it walk around . So once again. To begin tonight's communion. Marla Singer. Chloe. Next group.I couldn't cry. And you're never really awake. and scream. When you have insomnia. Oh. I couldn't sleep. yeah..

Everyone. I no longer have any fear of death. Now. That's as much certainty as anyone can give me.. let's thank Chloe..Thank you. No-one will have sex with me. . I'm so close to the end. Well. Thank you. Chloe. and all I want is to get laid for the last time. let's ready ourselves for guided meditation. Chloe. But I don't know for how long. . But I've got some good news.and lubricants and amyl nitrite. . I am in a pretty lonely place. I have pornographic movies in my apartment. But. I'm still here.being extra nice to everybody.

. Hey. You feel a healing energy all around you. You step inside your cave and you walk.We need to talk. .You're standing at the entrance of your cave.. Pick someone special to you tonight. OK. . Marla. I'd name it Marla.. Now find your power animal.Sure.I'm onto you. Slide.. . But you can't.. . If I did have a tumour. Let's partner up. The scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if you could stop tonguing it. deeper into your cave as you walk.

. Is it going as well as you hoped. You're a faker. I'll expose you. I saw you at melanoma..But you're not dying the way Chloe is..So? So you're a tourist. . Why are you doing this? . Sorry? In the Tibetan -philosophy. Go ahead..Telling me off. I saw you at testicular cancer! I saw you practising this. Sylvia -Plath sense of the word. Come together. You're not dying.Practising what? . Oh. Rupert? I'll expose you. I know we're all dying. Let yourselves cry. I saw you at tuberculosis. God. .What? Yeah. I've seen you.

Look. completely. Candystripe a cancer ward. this is important. Yeah... Instead of waiting for their turn to speak.. you don't want to get into this. Share yourself. You gotta find somewhere else to go. . they listen to you instead of. . I can't cry if another faker is present. . and I need this.It's cheaper than a movie and there's free coffee. It's not my problem. I've been coming for over a year.Really? I'm not kidding. .Why do you do it? ..I don't know. Yeah.It becomes an addiction. Look. These are my groups. When people think you're dying.

You're kidding. . So far. Hold on. . My smoking doesn't go over at all. Good.I want that. OK? You take lymphoma and tuberculosis. Am I? No. You take tuberculosis. . wait a second. No.I dunno. you have four. Technically. Testicular cancer should be no contest. . You can't have both.No.I want brain parasites. . OK. .What do you want? . Take the blood parasites. You still have your balls. Fine.I'll take the parasites. We'll split up the week. I have more right to be there.You can't have the whole brain. I only have two. . .I'll take the blood but I want brain dementia.

. Hey! You left half your clothes. we'll split it. . Take the first and third Sunday. Take both the parasites. Now we both have three. Deal. What about the seventh day? I want bowel cancer. That's your favourite too? . No.Look. They're yours.OK.Tried to slip it by me. are you selling those? . That's six. I want bowel cancer. Let's not make a big thing out of it.What. eh? . No.. Looks like this is goodbye.Yes! I'm selling some clothes! So! We each have three. The girl had done her homework..

We might wanna switch nights. she said. LAX. It doesn't have your name! Who are you? Cornelius? Rupert? Travis? Any of the stupid names you give each night? You wake up at SeaTac. The tragedy. SFO. was that she didn't. You wake up at O'Hare. Marla! Marla! Maybe we should exchange numbers. This is how I met Marla Singer.OK. Marla's philosophy of life was that she might die at any moment. .How's this for not making a big thing? Hey. . Should we? .

BWI. .Dallas Fort Worth. Shampoo-conditioner combos. The microwave cordon bleu hobby kit. This is your life. Single-serving sugar and cream. Mountain. and it's ending one minute at a time. You wake up at Air Harbor International. If you wake up at a different time. could you wake up as a different person? Everywhere I travel. Lose an hour. Pacific. sir. The check -in for that flight isn't for another two hours. Single pat of butter. Gain an hour. tiny life. in a different place. Central.

Might make a good anti -smoking ad. The teenager's braces are stuck to the ashtray. . we have our time together. Between takeoff and landing. they're single-serving friends. The rear differential locks up. That's all we get. Welcome! On a long enough time line. A new car built by my company leaves somewhere trave lling at mph. The people I meet on each flight. the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.Sample-package mouthwash. My job was to apply the formula. Tiny bars of soap. The car crashes and burns with everyone trapped inside. I was a recall coordinator. The infant went through the windshield.

A. See where the fat burned to the seat? The polyester shirt? Very modern art. A x B x C equals X. C. Are there a lot of these kinds of accidents? You wouldn't believe. . Multiply the result by the average out -of-court settlement. we don't do one. Multiply it by the probable rate of failure.Now. Which car company do you work for? A major one. B. should we initiate a recall? The father must have been huge. If X is less than the cost of a recall. Take the number of vehicles in the field.

Anything.Every time the plane banked too sharply on takeoff or landing. You know why . I guess so. Wanna switch seats? No. Yeah. Life insurance pays off triple if you die on a business trip. please ask a flight attendant to reseat you. An exit-door procedure at ft. "If you are seated in an emergency exit row and would be unable or unwilling to perform the duties listed on the safety card. I'm not sure I'm the man for that particularjob. I prayed for a crash or a midair collision." It's a lot of responsibility. The illusion of safety.

mph. . Blank faces. That's.. you take giant panic breaths. It's all right here. You have a kind of sick desperation in your laugh.What do you mean? What do you do for a living? Why? So you can pretend you're interested? OK.. . That's an interesting theory.So you can breathe.they put oxygen masks on planes? . In a catastrophic emergency. docile. Emergency water landing. Calm as Hindu cows.Oxygen gets you high.What do you do? . You accept your fate. Suddenly you become euphoric. .

We have the exact same briefcase.

Soap.

- Sorry? - I make and I sell soap.

The yardstick of civilisation.

And this is how I met...

Tyler Durden.

Did you know if you mix gasoline and frozen orange juice, you can make napalm?

- No, I did not. Is that true? - That's right.

One can make all kinds of explosives with simple household items.

- Really? - If one was so inclined.

Tyler, you a re by far the most interesting single-serving friend I have ever met.

- Everything on a plane is single -serving... - Oh, I get it. Very clever.

Thank you.

How's it working out for you?

- What? - Being clever?

Great.

Keep it up, then. Right up.

A question of etiquette.

As I pass, do I give you the ass or the

crotch?

How I came to live with Tyler is...

Airlines have this policy about vibrating luggage.

- Was it ticking? - Throwers know modern bombs don't tick.

- Sorry, throwers? - Baggage handlers.

But when a suitcase vibrates,

the throwers have got to call the police.

- My suitcase was vibrating? - Nine times out of ten

it's an electric razor.

But... every once in a while

it's a dildo.

It's company policy never to imply ownership in the event of a dildo.

We have to use the indefinite article, a dildo, never

your dildo.

I don't own...

I had everything in that suitcase. My CK shirts.

My DKNYshoes. My AX ties.

Never mind.

Hey! That's my car!

Home was a condo on the

th floor

of a filing cabinet for widows and professionals.

The walls were solid concrete.

A foot of concrete is important

when your next -door neighbour has to watch game shows at full volume. Then the refrigerator's compressor could have clicked on. Do you have somebody you can call? How embarrassing. . A houseful of condiments and no food. You can't go into the unit. Police orders. That gas could have filled the condo. I suppose these things happen.. The police later told me the pilot light might have gone out letting out just a little bit of gas. square feet with high ceilings for days and days. nothing up there. Or when a blast of debris that used to be your personal effects blows out of your windows and sails flaming into the night.. There's.

I couldn't tell you why I called him.Who's this? . I * 'd you. . You're not gonna believe this.. So what's up? Well.Yeah.. I never pick up my phone. ..I'm at a payphone. There was no answer.Tyler? . yeah. We had the same suitcase? The clever guy? Oh. I called a second ago.Yeah? I can hear you breathing. If you ask me now. . ..Hello? . We met on the airplane.Who is this? We met. Right.

When you buy furniture. Now it's all gone. . that's it. I was close to being complete. That's the last sofa I'll need. I had it all. I don't know. you tell yourself. There's always that. Why do guys like you and I know what a duvet is? . All gone. Just a blanket.It's a blanket. it could be worse.Shit. A wardrobe that was getting very respectable. that sofa problem is handled. I had a stereo that was very decent. Do you know what a duvet is? . .You know. A woman could cut off your penis while you sleep and toss it out of a car. .All gone.A comforter. Whatever happens. man.

Viagra.Fuck Martha Stewart. crime. What concerns me are celebrity magazines. What are we. She's polishing the brass on the Titanic. poverty. . Olestra. Rogaine. These things don't concern me. television with channels.Is this essential to our survival in the hunter -gatherer sense? No. . We are by -products of a lifestyle obsession. So fuck off with your sofa units and Strinne green stripe patterns. . Consumers. We're consumers. It's all going down. some guy's name on my underwear. then? I dunno. Right.Martha Stewart. Murder.

it's late. .. Not a tragedy. My insurance is probably gonna cover it. you're right. I say let's evolve. so. But that's me. man.. What? The things you own end up owning you. and I could be wrong. You did lose a lot of versatile solutions for modern living. thanks for the beer. Oh. Do what you like. man. Maybe it's a terrible tragedy. It's just stuff. I don't smoke.Yeah.. Let the chips fall where they may.. .I say never be complete. .Hey. I say stop being perfect. Fuck.

Yeah. hey. . . No. Would that be a problem? Is it a problem for you to ask? . no.A hotel? . you did.. Cut the foreplay and just ask. . Would..What are you talking about? Oh. God.Can I stay at your place? .Oh.Yeah. So just ask. Three pitchers of beer and you still can't ask. no. What? You called me because you needed a place to stay.Yes. .I should find a hotel. man.Just ask. What? What? . man. .

He had one part -time job as a projectionist. In the industry. .Thanks. That's the cue for a changeover.Yeah.I want you to do me a favour. It comes on a few. 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. A movie doesn't come all on one big reel. You can see little dots come into the upper right corner of the screen. . . Tyler was a night person. sure. he worked. we call them cigarette burns. Someone has to switch the projectors at the exact moment that one reel ends and the next one begins. While the rest of us slept.

I cannot go when you watch. big cock. So when the snooty cat and the courageous dog with the celebrity voices first meet. Even a hummingbird couldn't catch Tyler at work. that's when you'll catch a flash of Tyler's contribution to the film. Nice.He flips the projectors. he farted on meringues. Tyler also works sometimes as a banquet waiter at the luxurious Pressman hotel. Nobody knows that they saw it but they did. Like splicing a frame of pornography into family films. Do not watch. Why would anyone want this shitjob? Because it affords him interesting opportunities. Apart from seasoning the lobster bisque. He was the guerrilla terrorist of the food service industry. movie keeps going and the audience has no idea. .

. You get the idea. You want me to hit you?! That's right.I don't know about this.I don't know. . .Come on. Do me this one favour. You? .Come on. Who gives a shit? No -one's watching. This is crazy.Oh. But that's a good thing.and as for the cream of mushroom soup.You can't know yourself if you haven't! I don't wanna die without any scars. So go crazy! Let it rip.No. God. tell 'em. What do you care? This is crazy.. . . Hit me. .I don't either..You just want me to hit you? . Go ahead. Never been in a fight. . before I lose my nerve.Why? . .

.. Right. it's all right. No.I fucked it up.What car? I don't know how Tyler found that house . you hit me. . No.Ow. It really hurts. Motherfucker! He hit me in the ear! .Why the ear. Jesus.Where's your car? . that was perfect. Hit me again. in the face? .Where? Like. This is so fucking stupid. man? . Christ! .Surprise me. Come on! We should do this again sometime. No.Well. I'm sorry.

Just warehouses and a paper mill. Turning on one light meant another light in the house went out. There was no lock on the front door from when the police. I didn't know if he owned it or was squatting. Neither would have surpr ised me. Good? Yeah. . The stairs were ready to collapse. kicked it in. That's the toilet. It looked like it was waiting to be torn down. Most of the windows were boarded up.but he said he'd been there for a year. or whoever. That's you. thanks. There were no neighbours. What a shithole. That's me. Yep. Nothing worked.

Everything wooden swelled and shrank. I didn't even mind the warm. Every time it rained. Lose the tie.Hey.That fart smell of steam. stale refrigerator. What have we here? . Rain trickled down through the plaster and the light fixtures. The hamster -cage smell of wood chips . By the end of the first month. we had to kill the power. Can I be next? All right. . At night. The previous occupant had been a shut -in. man. I didn't miss TV. Tyler and I were alone for half a mile in every direction.Hey. Everywhere were rusted nails to snag your elbow on. guys. .

" . "I Am Jill's Nipples. Jack could not regulate his heart rate or breathing.Have you finished those reports? If you could choose. It's an article written by an organ in the first person. I Kill Jack. Really? ." ." After fighting."I Am Jack's Colon. . man. probably. everything else in life got the volume turned down."I Get Cancer. What? ." There's a whole series of these. "I am Jack's medulla oblongata. What are you reading? Listen to this.Hey. who would you fight? I'd fight my boss.You could deal with anything. Without me.

. I mean.. Married this other woman and had some other kids. Now I'm .I'd fight my dad. Get married." . Make my yearly call again.So it was real important that I go. "Dad. Call him up long -distance and say. six years old. "Dad.That sounds familiar. . "Get ajob. I know him.Same here. . now what?" He says. .He says. why? Who would you fight? . but. So I graduate. He left when I was like. I don't know my dad.Fucker's setting up franchises! My dad never went to college.He changes city and starts a new family. He did this every six years. "I dunno. ." ..Yeah. now what?" .

The premise of cybernetting an office is make things more efficient. But I wasn't. I should have been upset about my nice flaming little shit. It used to be that when I came home angry or depressed. I'd just clean my condo. Monday mornings. we were finding something out. I should have been looking for a new condo or haggling with my insurance company. . We're a generation of men raised by women.You can't get married. But every Saturday night. Most of the week. Polish my Scandinavian furniture. we were Ozzie and Harriet. We were finding out more and more that we were not alone. I'm wondering if another woman is really the answer we need. I'm a -year-old boy.

It was right in everyone's face. Gentlemen! . Can I get the icon in cornflower blue? Absolutely. Because waste is a thief. you've gotta go home! Turn off the jukebox. Efficiency is priority No. Every week. Tyler and I just gave it a name. It was on the tip of everyone's tongue. Come on. people. Tyler and I just made it visible. didn't you? You can swallow a pint of blood before you get sick. I showed this to my man here. Tyler gave the rules that he and I decided. Lock the back.I just thought about next week. You liked it.

Welcome to Fight Club. Fourth rule. The second rule of Fight Club is you do not talk about Fight Club! Third rule of Fight Club. Only two guys to a fight. No shoes. One fight at a time. the fight is over. fellas. Fifth rule. And the eighth and final rule. Sixth rule. taps out. Someone yells stop. goes limp. Fights will go on as long as they have to. If this is your first night at Fight Club . The first rule of Fight Club is you do not talk about Fight Club. No shirts. Seventh rule.

couldn't remember whether you ordered pens with blue ink or black. hard. I wouldn't be talking to the same man. But Fight Club only exists in the hours between when Fight Club starts and ends. Or the wet choke when someone gasped and sprayed. packing sounds over the yelling. This kid from work. all you could hear were the flat. Sometimes. Who you were in Fight Club is not who you were outside of it.you have to fight. Ricky. Even if I could tell someone they had a good fight. . But Ricky was a god for ten minutes when he trounced the maitre d' of a local food court... Stop! You weren't alive anywhere like you were there.

trying to look like how Calvin Klein or Tommy Hilfiger said they should. Excuse me. His ass was a wad of cookie dough. After a few weeks. we were sizing things up. I'd fight William Shatner. who would you fight? . he was carved out of wood.Doesn't matter.A guy came to Fight Club for the first time. Who'd be tough? Hemingway. I felt sorry for guys packed into gyms.Alive or dead? . We all started seeing things differently. If you could fight any celebrity.. You? Shatner.. self -destruction. Now. self-improvement is masturbation. Everywhere we went. Is that what a man looks like? Oh. .

. He fell down some stairs. .Is that it? . we all felt saved. It wasn't about words. New guy. Tyler spoke for me. But nothing mattered. Hey. Sometimes. nothing was solved. The hysterical shouting was in tongues like at a Pentecostal Church. Afterwards. man. Cool.Fight Club wasn't about winning or losing. How about next week? How about next month?! Everybody here in the middle.Stop! When the fight was over. you too.

How about you? . . Hello? Where have you been the last eight weeks? Marla? .You left a forwarding number.How did you find me? . Good answer. even the Mona Lisa's falling apart.I fell down some s tairs. Any historical figure. Skinny guys fight till they're burger. OK. Fight Club became the reason to cut your hair short or trim your fingernails. . I'd fight Gandhi. Fuck! Hey. big reach.Lincoln. Lincoln? Big guy.

I found a new one. Remember? Yeah.They're really fucked -up people.. It might have been too much.I cheated. . That was the idea.Really? . ..I'm on my way out. but you haven't been going to yours. I've got a stomach full of Xanax. this is a bad time. Like the testicle thing? Look. We split 'em up. Picture Marla Singer throw herself around her crummy apartment.How do you know? . I took what was left of a bottle. .I haven't seen you at any support groups. . . I've been going to Debtors Anonymous.It's for men only. Me too.

. then? Do you wanna wait and hear me describe death? Do you wanna listen and see if my spirit can use a phone? Have you ever heard a death rattle before? Tyler's door was closed. I'd been here for two months and his door was never closed.This isn't a for -real suicide thing. So you're staying in tonight. You won't believe this dream I had last night. you've got some fucked -up friends! Limber. What are you doing here? Fuck you! Oh. What are you doing here? What? This is my house. I can hardly believe anything about last night. This is probably a cry -for-help thing. though.

. I come in last night. .Silly cooze. Ten. four. Guess who's on the other end? I knew the story before he told me... How could Tyler. nine. Have you ever heard a death rattle before? Do you think it'll live up to its name? Or will it just be a death hairball? Prepare to evacuate soul. think it was a bad thing that Marla Singer was about to die? Five. Phone's off the hook. Hang on... eight.. of all people.

Oh. let us help you! .She's infectious human waste! . . lovely girl. . fuck! Somebody called the cops.End of the hall.Hey. Did I call you? The mattress is all sealed in slippery plastic.Miss Singer! . .You have every reason to live. where's ? . It's not a threat to you.Miss Singer. The girl who lives there used to be a charming. .You got here fast. I'm done for.She's a monster! .Good luck trying to save her! If I fall asleep. don't worry. Oh. She has lost faith in herself.

. I am Jack's raging bile duct. Are you sure? You can tell me. not at all. I didn't. He was obviously able to handle it. You're not into her. Un-fucking-believable.Never? . are you? No! God. Believe me.Put a gun to my head and spray my brains.That's good. I had never heard! . I'm sure. .You're gonna have to keep me up all night. . The shit that came out of this woman's mouth.You know what I mean. Stay away.No. . She's a predator posing as a house pet. you fucked her.No. .

. . he was splicing sex organs into Cinderella. Marla doesn't need a lover.Promise? . just a caseworker.My God. Why would I. I haven't been fucked like that since grade school. . You promise? . She invaded my support groups and now my home.Yeah. How could Tyler not go for that? The other night. Now. Or a wash. Say anything about me or what goes on in this house to her or anybody. I can't have you talking to her about me. hey.... This isn't love. we're done. Hey. it's sport fucking. listen. Sit down.OK. . I promise.Now promise me.

. I became the calm little centre of the world.I just said. harder! I could have moved to another room. thank you.I've found a cigarette.What are you doing? .Shut up. harder.Who were you talking to? . . If only I had wasted a few minutes and gone to watch Marla Singer die.Just going to bed. No.No. . But I didn't.. On the third floor where I might not have heard them. . none of this would have happened. . yes! Oh. Wanna finish her off? . I promise! What. . Harder..That's three times you promised. I was the Zen master. I wrote little haiku poems.

yeah. move to a dilapidated house in a toxic waste area. and you have to come home to this. . Take the rest of the day off. Is that your blood? Some of it." You give up the condo life. give up all your flaming worldly possessions. "Yes. I'm comfortable with that. You can't smoke in here. Come back Monday with some clean clothes. these are bruises from fighting. I got right in everyone's hostile face." "I am enlightened. ." "Yes.Hello. Get yourself together.I e-mailed them to everyone.

Dynamite? Left a residue of ammonium oxalate potassium perchloride.. This is just coming as quite a shock to me. They used a chisel to shatter the cylinder. I'm sorry.The dynamite .Do you know what this means? .No. . sir. . I am Jack's cold sweat. Very strange.This is Detective Stern with the Arson Unit. Yes. what does it mean? It means it was home -made. We have some new information about the incident at your former condo. I don't know if you're aware. I wasn't aware of that. . No. but someone sprayed Freon into your front -door lock. sir. Does this sound strange to you? Yes. strange.

Tell him. Tell him the liberator who destroyed my property realigned my perceptions. .Yes.Reject civilisation. Look. .Son. .I'll ask the questions. That condo was my life. .Yes. this is serious.Enemies? . Are you there? I am listening. nobody takes this more seriously than me.The gas was just a detonator. . . . I know it's serious.I mean that. Excuse me. Have you recently made enemies who might have access to home-made dynamite? .Whoever set this dynamite could have blown out your pilot light days before the explosion. OK? . it's very serious. especially material possessions. It's hard to know what to make of this.Who would go and do that? .

Are you saying that I'm a suspect? No.I'd like to thank the Academy. . dance all night. You slip one on when you meet a stranger.It was me! .Is this not a good time for you? . That was not just a bunch of stuff that got destroyed.Wait. . Tyler and Marla were never in the same room.I loved every stick of furniture in that place.OK? . . I may need to talk to you.Just tell him you fucking did it! Tell him you blew it all up! That's what he wants to hear. You.Are you still there? . . so you let me know if you're gonna leave town. Except for their humping. My parents pulled this exact same act for years.. The condom is the glass slipper of our generation.OK. ..

Like a Christmas tree. It was worth every penny.Then you throw it away. Then bam! It's on the side of the road. . What? I got this dress at a thrift store for $ . Then tossed it. Not the stranger. Someone loved it intensely for one day. Tinsel still clinging to it. It's a bridesmaid's dress. So special. The condom. I mean.

. Underwear inside out. I am six years old again. it suits you.Don't mention me. Gotta get..Not that we don't love your visits. . passing messages between parents. Gotta get off Thanks. Gotta get off of this merry -go-round Gonna get. .. Bye. You can borrow it sometime.Well then. I'm leaving. .Don't worry. . . need to get. . I can't keep up.You are such a nutcase. .What? You get rid of her! .Like a sex crime victim.I really think it's time you left.Bound with electrical tape... Get rid of her.

. The salt balance has to be just right so the best fat for soap comes from humans. .A liposuction clinic. . At least she's trying to hit bottom. Really? To make soap.You kids! Why do you still waste time with her? I'll say this about Marla.. creamiest fat in the world. What are we doing tonight? Tonight. what is this place? . first we render fat. we make soap. Pay dirt! Richest.Wait. And I'm not? Feathers up your butt do not make you a chicken.

.Keep stirring. Tyler was full of useful information. you've got nitroglycerin.No. Human sacrifices were once made . .It's hard to imagine you as a Boy Scout.Give me another one. God! . Once the tallow hardens. Yeah.Oh. Then add sodium nitrate and sawdust. Like in Boy Scouts. one could blow up just about anything. the tallows float to the surface. you skim off a layer of glycerin. don't pull it! . People found clothes got cleaner when washed at a certain point in the river. As the fat renders.Fat of the land! No! Don't pull it.You know why? . with enough soap. Add nitric acid. . you've got dynamite.

Water permeated the ashes to create lye. please? What is this? This is a chemical burn. The crucial ingredient. Meditation worked for cancer. God! The first soap was made from heroes' ashes.Don't shut the pain out.Oh. May I see your hand. like the first monkey shot into space. I tried not to think of the word searing of flesh. Bodies burnt. Stop it! . a white soapy discharge crept into the river. it could work now.on the hills above this river. It will hurt more than any burn and it will leave a scar. we would have nothing. . . Without pain or sacrifice. This is lye. Once it mixed with the melted body fat.

This is your pain, this is your burning hand.

I'm going to my cave to find my power animal.

No! Don't deal with this the way those dead people do! Come on!

- I get the point! - No! You're feeling premature enlightenment.

It's the greatest moment of your life, and you're off somewhere else!

I am not!

Shut up! Our fathers were our models for God.

If our fathers bailed, what does that tell you about God?

Listen to me. You have to consider the possibil ity that God does not like you.

He never wanted you. In all probability, He hates you.

This is not the worst thing that can happen. We don't need Him!

- I agree! - Fuck damnation, fuck redemption.

We are God's unwanted children? So be it!

- I'm getting water! - You can use water and make it worse or...

- Or use vinegar to neutralise the burn. - Please let me up!

First, you have to give up.

First, you have to know, not fear,

know that some day, you're gonna die.

You don't know how this feels!

It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.

OK.

Congratulations.

You're one step closer to hitting the bottom.

Tyler sold his soap to department stores at $

a bar.

God knows what they charged.

- This is the best soap. - Why, thank you, Susan.

It was beautiful.

We were selling rich women their own fat asses back to them.

He was wearing his yellow tie.

I didn't wear a tie to work any more.

"The first rule of Fight Club is don't talk about Fight Club."

I'm half-asleep again. I must have left it in the copy machine.

"The second rule..." Is this yours?

Pretend you're me. Make a managerial decision.

You find this. What would you do?

Well, I gotta tell you,

I'd be very, very careful who you talk to about that.

Because the person who wrote that is dangerous.

And this button -down, Oxford -cloth psycho might just snap

and then stalk from office to office

with an Armalite AR

carbine gas -powered

Please. Marla. Will you excuse me? I need to take this.Go to a hospital. I don't know about this. .I need you to check for a lump in my breast.I can't afford to waste money on a doctor.Compliance and Liability. And I used to be such a nice guy. . Tyler's words coming out of my mouth. . . Or maybe you shouldn't bring me every piece of trash you pick up. pumping round after round into colleagues and co -workers. very close to you. .What do you mean? . . This might be someone you've known for years. I'm neutral in her book. Someone very.semiautomatic weapon.My tit's gonna rot off. She didn't call Tyler.

they're dead.Feel anything? . . Want any? . Right there? . nothing. Well.No.That's nice. You feel nothing? No. that's a relief.No. no. Well. . make sure. nothing. I'm alive and I'm in poverty. OK.I got one for you. What happened to your hand? Oh. exactly? Tragically. Taking food to Mrs Haniver and Mrs Raines. Where are they. Thank you. I'm pretty sure. Thanks for the thought.

Breast cancer doesn't run in my family. no.We all thought you were dead. .Better than I've ever been in my whole life.Yeah..No. . . See you. . Bob.No. .I could check your prostate.. anyway. . around. Bob? . Still here.Really. thanks.I got something so much better now.No problem..How are you. we're done. . what is it? .Are we done? .I wish I could return the favour.Really? Still remaining men together? . no. . Cornelius? Cornelius! It's me! Bob! Hey. .I think I'm OK. . Well.

. I'm a member.. Bob. Bob. I'm not supposed to talk about it.I hear all kinds of things. to both of us. . . . hey.Well.Congratulations. .I've never seen you there. Look at my face.. fucking great. That's fucking. he was born in a mental institution . And the second rule is I'm not supposed to talk about it... Yeah.Bob.And the third rule is.. right? Have you heard about the guy that invented it? . ...Yeah. Supposedly.I go Saturday..I go Tuesdays and Thursdays. actually. . The first rule is.

I look around. Do you know about Tyler Durden? I didn't hurt you. I see in Fight Cl ub the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. Fight Club. did I? Actually. you did. I look around. This was mine and Tyler's gift. Our gift to the world.and he sleeps only one hour a night. Our gift to the world. thank you. . thank you. Thank you for this. Thank you. He's a great man. I see a lot of new faces. Shut up! Which means a lot of people have been breaking the first two rules of Fight Club.

Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes. Our great war is a spiritual war. We've all been raised on television to believe . We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Slaves with white collars. No purpose or place. We're the middle children of history. Waiting tables. Working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. an entire generation pumping gas.I see all this potential. And I see it squandered. Our great depression is o ur lives. Goddamn it.

I'm fucking Lou. . Who the fuck are you? Tyler Durden. There's a sign on the front that says Lou's Tavern.Who am I? .that one day we'd be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars. Irvine's at home with a broken collarbone. Who told you motherfuckers that you could use my place? We have a deal worked out with Irvine.First rule of Fight Club is. And we're very. very pissed off. do not talk. But we won't.Yeah. We're slowly learning that fact.. Yeah! .. Who are you? .

I got it. Lou. Did you hear what I just said? You and your friend. Look. I lost it.He don't own this place. .How much money's he getting for this? . Still not getting it. You hear me now? No.Ain't that something? It is. I didn't quite catch that.I want everybody out of here right now. OK. Shit. actually. . I got it. I got it. . .There is no money. OK.Hey! You should join our club. Back! All of you! .Free to all. stupid fuck! . I do.

You don't know where I've been. my God! You don't know where I've been! Please let us keep it. Lou. Lou! Come on.That's right. . Lou! I want your word! On my mother's eyes. Unbelievable. man! We really like this place.Everybody back! Ah. yeah! Is that fucking funny? Fucking guy is a loony. Oh.Oh. .Shut the fuck up. Lou! Please. Lou. I'm telling you. Lou! Fucking use the basement! Christ! I want your word. . Get it out. . .

. normal people. Hey! Watch out. Excellent choice. sir. We'll see you next week. sir. You're gonna start a fight with a total stranger. big guy. this is not as easy as it sounds.. Lou. That's not necessary. each one of you has a homework assignment. jackass! Come on! Now. This week. You too. You're gonna go out. Son of a bitch! Most people. Excuse me! You sprayed me with your hose. You're gonna start a fight and you're gonna lose.Thanks.. Excellent choice. do just about anything to avoid a fight.

We need to talk.Let's pretend. Where to begin? With your constant absenteeism? With your unpresentable appearance? You're up for review. OK? Someone informs you that this company . .Jay! Go call ! Put the hose down. Stop it! Stop it! Sorry. I am Jack's complete lack of surprise.What? . You're the Department of Transportation. OK.

my job will be never to tell people these things that I know. you crazy little shit? . In exchange for my salary. What then? Are you threatening me? .No..installs front -seat mounting brackets that failed collision tests. Keep me on the payroll as an outside consultant. brake linings that fail after miles. and fuel injectors that explode and burn people alive. Who the fuck do you think you are..Security! .I am Jack's smirking revenge. I don't even have to come into the office.Get the fuck out of here. You're fired! I have a better solution.. Who. What the hell are you doing? That hurt. .. . I can do this job from home.

I thought of my first fight. God. my God! No! Please stop! What are you doing? Oh.. at our most excellent moment together. something horrible had been growing. with Tyler. like I asked.. Look. Telephone. computer. fax machine.Why would you do that? Oh. and you won't ever see me again. Thank God! Please don't hit me again. no! Please! No! For some reason. Then. weekly paychecks . Give me the paychecks. No! Under and behind and inside everything this man took for granted.

There's one in Penns Grove too. the centre of Fight Club became the two men fighting. . We now had corporate sponsorship.and airline flight coupons.There's a Fight Club up in Delaware City. The leader walked through the crowd. out in the darkness. Tyler was now involved in a lawsuit with the Pressman Hotel over the urine content of their soup.Yeah. This is how Tyler and I were able to have Fight Club every night of the week. Thank you. Now. . I am Jack's wasted life. Bob even found one up in New Castle. I heard. Tyler dreamed up new homework assignments. . He handed them out in sealed envelopes. sir.

Turn around.Homework assignment.Stop for a second. .Did you start that one? . . On a long enough time line.Don't fuck around! .. . what are we doing? .It's a gun. . what are we doing? . I thought you did. No.Meet me in the back. . . .No.Stop for a second. the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.What kind? Human sacrifice.What are you doing? . What are you doing? Come on! . .Is that a gun? Please tell me it's not.Hey.Hey.Meet me in the back. .What are we doing? .

. Raymond! You're going to die.Small. cramped basement apartment? . come on! An expired community college student ID. mostly. Raymond? . .Stuff? Were the midterms hard? . . SE Banning. Raymond K Hessel. What did you study.Why? .Hands behind your back.How did you know? They give shitty apartments letters. No! Is that your mom and dad? They're gonna have to call the kindly doctor. Give me your wallet.Biology.S.. Know why? ..There'll be nothing left of your face. Apartment A. S. ..I asked you what you studied! . Stuff. Pick up your dental records. .Oh.

Animals. .Yeah.Veterinarian.. .Stuff. You'd rather die here. Jesus! . I'm keeping your licence. . Animals and stuff.Too much school. Raymond. Veterinarian. . . . was what did you want to be? Answer him.No. in the back of a convenience store? Please.. Gonna check in on you. on your knees.Would you rather be dead? .So you need more schooling. I got that. I know where you live. What did you wanna be. no.I don't know. If you're not working to be a veterinarian in six weeks. please. Yeah. Raymond. Raymond K Hessel?! The question.. you will be dead. .

. No distractions. this isn'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. Come on. No fear. Imagine how he feels. run! I feel ill. The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide. . You had to give it to him. And it started to make sense in a Tyler -sort of way.Come on. Forrest. Run. .Now run on home.He had a plan.

You're not your fucking khakis. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. Wow. Chloe. I mean. You don't have to go. No. You're not the contents of your wallet. Are you still going to groups? Yeah. all-dancing crap of the world. It's OK. I'll be out of your way in a sec. Whatever.. Chloe's dead. You are the all -singing.You are not your job.. When did that happen? .

. Why do you keep.. It was the smart move on her part.... That's not the same thing at all. Why does a weaker person need to latch on to a strong person? What is. I haven't thought about it in a while. Listen.. well. What is that? What do you get out of it? No. What are you getting out of all this? What? I mean. . I don't know.. Yeah. Is this making you happy? Yeah.Do you care? I dunno. sometimes.. I don't understand... all this. well.

.No. . My God. Nothing.It's nothing.I'm sorry.No. .Hear what? . Who did this? . Hold on. .Look at me. Don't worry.What are you talking about? .Playing doctor.No.You're not talking about me.It's totally different with us. Us? What do you mean by us? .Nothing.All that noise. What? . . wait! Don't change the subject! I want to talk about this. What was going on there? .I don't think so.What? .What do you want? .What is that?! . Do you hear this? . . are you? .

.Leave me alone.is over. .This conversation ..What do you care if I ask? . .I am not. Let me go. . I just can't win with you.Is over.This conversation .Guy or girl? .No! Talk to me.A person.What do you care? . . why do we need bunk beds? Hey! . What is all this? What do you think? Hey. this is getting a little old! What is.You're afraid to say.. can I? Hey. . Let go of me! .

tell him he's too young. . Quit wasting our time. It's not the end of the world. Fat. . . What's all that? If the applicant is young. end of story. Sorry. too fat.Applicant? If the applicant waits three days without food or shelter. Training for what? You think this is a game? You're too young to train here. he may enter and begin training. friend. Sorry if there was a misunderstanding. Bad news. It's not gonna happen.Old. Get the fuck out of here. too old.Too young.

sir. sir.Got two black shirts? .One pair black boots? Black socks? .Two pair of black pants? . sir. .Yes.. You're trespassing and I will have to call the police.$ personal burial money? . Now get the fuck off my porch! Get off my porch! Sooner or later.. . sir. .Yes. . we all became what Tyler wanted us to be.One blackjacket. I'm gonna go inside and I'm gonna get a shovel. . go away. . .Just.Yes.Yes. sir. Don't you look at me! You're never getting in this fucking house! Never.Yes. Go.

You're too fucking blond! Get out of here. You are too fucking old. fatty! And you. Space monkey. fat man. Listen up.All right. You're too old. Get the fuck off my porch. the both of you! And so it went. You are not special. Your tits are too big.. . Bob! Bob! Like a monkey ready to be shot into space. maggots. Ready to sacrifice himself for the greater good..

You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. I was like. Tyler built himself an army. what's all this? Hey! OK! . . You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else. Why was Tyler Durden building an army? To what purpose? For what greater good? In Tyler we trusted.What's going on? . We are the all -singing. all-dancing crap of the world. "Yeah!" Hey. "You are not yourjob". We are all part of the same compost heap. (man) When he was like.We're celebrating.

She's hot. Back to you in the studio.Go on. . Pepsi.What are we celebrating? . . . That was Police Commissioner Jacobs who just arrived on the scene .of a four -alarm fire that broke out. Could you tell us what you think has happened here? We believe this is one of many recent acts of vandalism in the city somehow related to underground boxing clubs..Yeah! ..Let me get that for you. . The Police Commissioner has arrived. The same great taste.Hey. Ssh! Investigators are here. We will be coordinating a rigorous investigation..

. These are the first steps in a long journey. Bob. the first rule of Project Mayhem is you do not ask questions.. cooperation.Yeah! What the fuck did you guys do? Arson investigators are on the premises.Yeah! . The victory in the war against crime will not come overnight. However. Project Hope will be ajoint effort . That is why we have created Project Hope. I gotta take a piss...Holy shit! . Streets are safer now. Sir. most of all. It will take dedication and commitment and. There is hope in the inner city. sir..

Do not fuck with us. It will be a powerful new weapon in the war against crime. Hi. We connect your calls. Look. you're this way. We haul your trash. . . Ball check! Bob. We guard you while you sleep. We drive your ambulances. You will publicly state there is no underground group or these guys are gonna take your balls. The people you are after are the people you depend on. They'll send one to the New York Times and one to the LA Times. You're gonna call off your rigorous investigation.Wrap it around the top of his Hacky Sack.His balls are ice cold.between t he police and community leaders. . We cook your meals.

I wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother those French beaches I'd never see.Let's go. Hey! Yeah! I felt like putting a bullet in every panda that wouldn't screw to save its species. Where did you go. Mr Durden. . Don't worry. Get him to a fucking hospital. Airport parking. Long term. I am Jack's inflamed sense of rejection. I wanted to breathe smoke. psycho boy? I felt like destroying something beautiful. Yeah.

After you. . Mr Durden. . Why didn't you include me in the beginning? Fight Club was the beginning.Something on your mind.Goddamn it.What do you want?! . Yeah. dear? . You should have told me. why wasn't I told about Project Mayhem? First rule of Project Mayhem is you do not ask questions. We started Fight Club together. After you. Tyler! . Remember? It's as much mine as it is yours. Hey.Yeah. We are not special. Weren't we doing this together? This does not belong to us. Tyler! .No. Fuck that. Now it's left the basements and it's Project Mayhem.Is this about you and me? .

Nothing.Build a house. . . and especially about you and me.Shut up! . .I wanna know what you're thinking.The first rule of Project Mayhem. What is that supposed to mean? What are you doing? What do you wish you'd done before you died? .Paint a self -portrait.A statement of purpose? Should I e -mail you? . .Get in the right lane. .. friendship.Oh.Fuck what you know! Forget about what you think you know about life.I don't know.You decide your level of involvement! I will! I wanna know certain things first! .. ..And you? . ..You have to know! .

. Is that what you want to hear? .If you died now. It's not a goddamned seminar. man.Look at you. You're fucking pathetic! .Come on! . . how would you feel about your life? I don't know! Nothing good.Why? Why? What are you talking about? .Quit screwing around.Steer! .Look at you! . Fuck Marla! I am sick of all your shit! OK.Why do you think I blew up your condo? What? Hitting bottom isn't a weekend retreat. Stop fucking around! Tyler! Jesus Christ! Goddamn it! Goddamn it! Fuck you! Fuck Fight Club. Steer! .Not good enough.

Fine. I'd never been in a car accident. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. Goddamn! We've just had a near -life experience! In the world I see. . You'll climb the thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. This must have been what all those people felt like before I filed them as statistics in my reports. you're stalking elk through the Grand Canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center.Stop trying to control everything and just let go! Let go! All right. Fine.

. The house had become a living thing... Tyler was gone. So many people moving. And then. Wet inside from so many people sweating and breathing. laying strips of venison in the empty car -pool lane of some abandoned superhighway. Tyler? . the house moved..And when you look down. Was I asleep? Had I slept? You are not a beautiful.. unique snowflake. you'll see tiny figures pounding corn... champ. Feel better. Planet Tyler.

It's under control.. The second rule is you do not ask questions. My father dumped me. Tyler dumped me. Trapped inside this clockwork of space monkeys. the first rule of Project Mayhem is you do not. You shouldn't be smoking in here! You know how much ether is here! Cooking and working and sleeping in teams...I had to hug the walls.. I'm all alone. . Right. sir. Hang on a second. Where's Tyler? Sir. I am Jack's broken heart. What comes next in Project Mayhem only Tyler knows. OK.

Tyler's gone. Tyler went away. Destroy a piece of corporate art.. We were supposed to kill two birds with one stone. Go! . What? Tyler isn't here.Get the fuck away from me! Get the fuck away! Who are all these people? The Paper Street Soap Company.. Operation Latte Thunder. Get some help! Two gunshot wounds coming through! Make some fucking room! What happened? What happened? We were on assignment. Can I come in? He's not here.

. .What? Take him to the garden and bury him. sir..Bury him..and trash a franchise coffee bar. . We had it all worked out.They shot him in the head.Fucking pigs! Oh. We gotta get rid of this body! . quick! Get rid of the evidence. You're running around in ski masks trying to blow things up? What did you think was gonna happen?! OK.It went smooth until.Those motherfuckers! .. .Police! Freeze! . let's go! .They shot Bob... .Come on.Get the fuck off! .What? . .You morons. God! . people.

This is a person. . and it's Robert Paulsen.This is Bob.Sir. His name is Robert Paulsen. In death.. . . Now.Robert Paulsen. we have no names. In Project Mayhem. sir. a member of Project Mayhem has a name. This is a man and he has a name.Get away from him! What are you talking about? This isn't fucking evidence. He's my friend and you're not burying him in the garden! He was killed serving Project Mayhem.. OK? . Do you understand that? I understand. you listen to me.He's a man and he's dead now because of us. in. .

Please. I wish I could help you. and somehow I just knew.. His name.No. Stop it. guys.His name is Robert Paulsen.. I need to see you. His name is Robert Paulsen. Come on. .. sir. but I could look at different bars. I went to all the cities on Tyler's used ticket stubs. .Tyler? . Shut up! This is all over with! Get the fuck out of here. His name is Robert Paulsen. It's very important that I talk to him. I'm looking for Tyler Durden. is Robert Paulsen.. I didn't know how or why. this is Detective Stern of the Arson Unit. barhopping.

I'm gonna have to as k you to leave.Every city I went to. setting up franchises all over the country. Tyler had been busy. I just need to know if you've seen Tyler. even if I had said information at this juncture... be able. Now.You're a moron. I'm not exposed to bespeak any such information to you nor would I. or am I Tyler's? .We've just heard the stories. . Hey! Hey! Taxi! Look at my face. .What kind of stories? . I'm a member. as soon as I set foot off the plane I knew a Fight Club was close... . Was I asleep? Had I slept? Is Tyler my bad dream.

Is Mr Durden building an army? I was living in a state of perpetual déjá vu. . like fried chicken. His name is Robert Paulsen. . The smell of dried blood. I felt I'd already been there.Is it true about Fight Club in Miami? . Welcome back. The feel of a floor still warm from a fight the night before. That aroma of old sweat. Everywhere I went...He has plastic surgery every three years. . dirty.Nobody knows what he looks like. That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. sir. It was like following an invisible man. I was always just one step behind Tyler.. bare footprints circling each other.

Yeah? . this is not a test.How have you been? Do you know me? Is this a test. . . You're the one who gave me this. This is not a test.Marla. Who do you think I am? Are you sure this isn't a test? No. You're Mr Durden. It's tight as a drum. Please return your seat backs to their full upright and locked position. asking how good security is. You were in here last Thursday. Thursday? You were standing where you are now. sir. it's me. sir? No.

Is that what you're callin g it? Just answer the question! Did we do it or not?! You fuck me.Have we ever done it? . then snub me. What did you just say? . then you turn into an asshole.We did make love? . You love me.Done what? Had sex? What kind of stupid question is that? Stupid because it's yes or because it's no? . I need to know. Tyler? We just lost cabin pressure.. Does that describe our relationship..No. you hate me. You wanna know if I think we were just having sex or making love? . You're sensitive..Is this a trick? .

You fucking talked to her about me.No.. Tyler.What the fuck is going on? I asked you for one thing. Why would anyone possibly confuse you with me? . Why do people think that I'm you? Answer me! Sit. Jesus. . Answer me.I'm not there! You broke your promise. .I'm coming over! . One simple thing. .What is wrong with you? . Why do people think I'm you? I think you know.Yes.Say my name! Tyler Durden! You fucking freak! What's going on? . I don't. you do. .

All the ways you wish you could be.Say it. I am smart. that's me. . most importantly. That's right.. You could not do this on your own.I. ..I don't understand this.You got it. We are the all -singing..No..Do not fuck with us! . I don't know. I fuck like you wanna fuck. .You wanted a way to change your life. . Because. . . all -dancing crap. capable and. I look like you wanna look. Say it! Because we're the same person.

This is crazy. you imagine you're watching me. . They talk to themselves. Little by little.Tyler's not here.What? This isn't possible. You still wrestle with it.I'm free in all the ways that you are not. you're just letting yourself become Tyler Durden. Oh.We should do this again sometime. Tyler went away. . you have to fight. . People do it every day. no. You are not yourjob or how much money you have! . If this is your first time.At times. . They see themselves as they'd like to be. They don't have the courage you have to just run with it. so sometimes you're still you.

Now you see our dilemma. We simply do not have time for this crap. You're insane. my God. I think we're gonna have to talk about how this might compromise our goals. This is bullshit. You have a house.. Or you stay up and make soap.No. .You are insane! . What are you saying? This is bullsh it.You have jobs. It's all the same to her. She knows too much.. you are. What.No.You work nights because you can't sleep. . .Rented in your name. I'm not listening to this! . It's called a changeover. a life. . ..Technically.You're fucking Marla. Tyler. Oh. The movie goes on .

Hello? Hello? Franklin Street? . and . Can you initial this list of phone calls? . my God. With enough soap.Between .Yeah. .Who am I calling? Franklin. Have I been going to bed earlier every night? Have I been sleeping later? Have I been Tyler longer and longer? Is anybody here? Déjá vu all over again. Oh. one could blow up anything.When were these made? . . Bill me. this morning.Sir! Are you checking out? . . This is maintenance.and nobody in the audience has any idea.

Speaking. I need to talk to your supervisor right away. . sir. Can I help you? .OK. .A little more faith than that. listen to me.Here comes an avalanche of bullshit. sir.Yes. . .Yeah.Don't worry about us. Marla! Marla! Hey. This needs a tremendous act of faith on your part. Something terrible is about to happen to your building. yeah. . .Hello? . wait! Wait! I gotta talk to you! Marla! Marla! Your bald freaks hit me with a fucking They almost broke my arm! broom! They were burning their fingertips with lye. . It's under control.Excuse me? . but hear me out. We're solid.

. Anything you order is free of charge.Don't ask. I'll have the clam chowder. No clam chowder. Thank you.. I'll just have a coffee. Why is it free of charge? . In that case. . thanks.Two sides? . You have every right to be.I don't wanna hear anything you have to say. Sir. Clean food..I know it seems there's two sides to me. You got about seconds..You're Dr Jekyll and Mr Jackass. I know I've been acting very strange. sir. OK? . fried chicken and baked potato and a chocolate chiffon pie. please.. .Whatever. may I advise against the clam chowder.

your life is in danger.I know I haven't treated you well.Whatever. . What? You need to leave town for a while.I know. don't open your mouth. please! Fifteen seconds. . What I've come to realise is that I really like you. I'm trying to tell you I'm sorry. . No. You do? I really do. Marla.. Fifteen seconds. But I realised something important. I care about you and I don't want anything bad to happen to you because of me. no. Get out of any major city.The nature of our relationship wasn't clear to me for reasons I won't go into.What? . Marla. .

Tyler.No. . I'm sorry. . . You're smart. . Deep-seated problems for which you should seek professional help. There are things about you I like.No. I really tried. I can't do this any more.. I've involved you in something terrible.I know you did. and I'm sorry. . I can't. But you're intolerable.I know. I tried. Shut up! . Everyone's sorry. .You're an insane person. .Listen.You're not safe. funny. You have very serious emotional problems.Shut up! .. .. You're spectacular in bed.You're sorry.Just go camping. And I won't.

If I know where you are.. .I'll keep this. I can't explain it now. I am trying to protect you! . you don't understand! . just trust me! . Marla! You're not safe! . I promise I won't bother you again.Marla.I'm gone.Marla.Let go! .. Please get on the bus. Shut up! Please get on the bus. You can't leave. wait right here! Hold it right there! Shut up! Take this money and get on this bus. Here. it's asshole tax. you won't be .I don't ever wanna see you again! . Why are you doing this? They think you're a threat.That's fine.Leave me alone! . safe.

. In the back. Hello. we had probably members. In the metropolitan area. stay out of major cities. That's our headquarters. buried in the garden. Go to the house.Tyler. I am the leader of a terrorist organisation responsible for numerous acts of vandalism and assault all over this city. Chapters have sprung up in five or six other major cities already. . You're the worst thing that ever happened to me. This is a tightly -regimented organisation with many cells capable of operating independent of central leadership. I need you to arrest me.Fine. Remember. you'll find the body of Robert Paulsen. OK? Paper Street. .

Why these buildings? Why credit card companies? If you erase the debt record. then we all go back to zero.In the basement. You'll create total chaos. you're gonna find some bathtubs that have been used very recently to make large quantities of nitroglycerin. Keep him talking. I need to make a phone call. You're a genius. . sir. I really admire what you're doing. I believe the plan is to blow up the headquarters of these credit card companies and the TRW building. What? You're a brave man to order this. You said if anyone ever interferes with Project Mayhem. even you.

. I am Tyler Durden.You said you would definitely say that.All right.Be right there. Shit! Some of this information checks out. Listen to me. .You're making a big mistake! .It will set an example. I'm giving you a direct order. . wait! .You told us you'd say that too.It's a powerful gesture. Are you fucking out of your minds? You're police officers! Is somebody timing this? Keep your mouth shut.Let's go to that house on Paper Street.We're aborting this mission now. . . Hey.You said you'd say that. . . . .we gotta get his balls.I'm not Tyler Durden! . . Mr Durden.Don't fight.

Face down on the floor right now! Get down on the floor! The first person that comes out of this door gets a lead salad! Understand? Get away! Stay away! I ran.Stop fighting! . Then I ran some more.Where's the rubber band? Get away from me! Drop that fucking knife! Back up. What the fuck are you doing? Running around in your underpants! You look crazy! No. I'm onto you. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. we have to do this. . .Sir.I got him. ..

you gotta break some eggs. . We're setting 'em free! Bob is dead. No. . You're not even there. .Now what are you doing? . Christ.The greatest thing you've ever done. I got us a great place to watch from.I know what's going on here.I can't let this happen. . Come on.I'm stopping this. I wouldn't do that. I'm not listening to you. You wanna make an omelette. Not unless you knew which wires were what. It'll be like pay -per-view.Oh.Why? . . They shot him in the head. Since when is Project Mayhem about murder? The buildings are empty. then. There are other bombs in other buildings. We're not killing anyone.

If you know, I know.

Or maybe I knew you'd know, so I spent all day thinking about the wrong ones.

You think?

Oh, heavens, no. Not the green one.

Pull any one but the green one.

I asked you not to do that!

Fuck!

Tyler, get away from the van.

Tyler, I'm not kidding! Get away from the van!

Goddamn it!

OK.

You are now firing a gun at your imaginary friend

near

gallons of nitroglycerin!

Cool it, Tyler!

Come on!

Don't go!

What?!

Three minutes.

Three minutes.

This is it.

The beginning.

Ground zero.

I think this is about where we came in.

Do you have a speech for the occasion?

I'm sorry?

I still can't think of anything.

Flashback humour.

It's getting exciting now.

Two and a half.

Think of everything we've accomplished.

Out these windows, we will view the collapse of financial history.

One step closer to economic equilibrium.

Why is she here?

Tying up loose ends.

Put me down, you baldheaded fuck!

- I beg 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. - You're a voice in my head.

You're a voice in mine!

- Why can't I get rid of you? - You need me.

No. I don't. I really don't any more.

You created me. I didn't create some loser alter ego to make me feel better.

For everything that you've done for me.Take some responsibility. please call this off. Tyler.It's already done. please. Have I ever let us down? How far have you come because of me?! I will bring us through this. . What do you want? Your shitjob back? Fucking condo world. I don't want this. so shut up! .. So. Tyler.I do. I'm begging you. . . But this is too much. I am responsible for all of it and I accept that.This can't be happening. I'm grateful to you. watching sitcoms? Fuck you! I won't do it. As always. I will carry you kicking and screaming and in the end you will thank me.

seconds till CRI. It's you and me. Where are you going with this. Tyler. Why do you wanna put a gun to your head? Not my head. You're not real. Good for you. That gun isn't even in your hand.. that gun. Interesting. Our head.. Friends? Tyler. I can figure this out. lkea boy? Hey. It doesn't change a thing. The gun's in my hand. Thi s isn't even real. . No. I want you to really listen to me.

Are you all right.. You need assistance.OK. .Where is everybody? . no. . What's that smell? .Let her go. I'm OK. What's going on? Mr Durden! Oh.You look terrible. . no. Stop it! . it's no problem.You look awful. Look. I'm fine. He's not kidding.Christ Almighty! You! . sir. Everything's fine.. My eyes are open..Oh. no.. yeah.No.Oh. What happened? . my God! Are you. . sir. .I'm fine.Nothing. sir? .

Hi. .. . I'm shot. Find some gauze. You fucker! What kind of sick fucking game are you playing at?! Putting me on a. Oh. actually. . I'm sure. ..Leave her with me. What happened? .I can't believe he's standing. your face! Yeah. my God. my God.You're shot. . . Who did this? I did. .Yes. I know. Meet me downstairs.Don't ask.Are you sure? Yes. You shot yourself? .Oh. Marla.One tough motherfucker.

Trust me.Yes. I'm really OK. Special help by SergeiK . You met me at a very strange time in my life. Marla. Everything's gonna be fine. look at me. but it's OK.