FIGHT CLUB Literature 1996. Written by Chuck Palahniuk. | |||
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Bob Bob: Huevos. Gonads. Nuts. Jewels. Testes. Balls. In Mexico, where you buy your steroids, they call them eggs. | |||||||||||
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Narrator Narrator: For two years, Chloe's been crying in my arms during hug time, and now she's dead, dead in the ground, dead in an urn, mausoleum, columbarium. Oh, the proof that one day you're thinking and hauling yourself around, and the next, you're cold fertilizer, worm-buffet. | |||||||||||
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Narrator Narrator: Is Tyler my bad dream? Or am I Tyler's? | |||||||||||
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Narrator Narrator: I used to work in a funeral home to feel good about myself, just the fact that I was breathing. | |||||||||||
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Narrator Narrator: What Tyler had created was the shadow of a giant hand. Only now the fingers were Nosferatu-long and the thumb was too short, but he said how at exactly four-thirty the hand was perfect. The giant shadow hand was perfect for one minute, and for one perfect minute Tyler had sat in the palm of a perfection he'd created himself. One minute was enough, Tyler said, a person had to work hard for it, but a minute of perfection was worth the effort. A moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection. | |||||||||||
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Narrator Narrator: The security asked my name and address and phone number, and then he asked me what was the difference between a condom and a cockpit. 'You can only get one prick into a condom,' he said. | |||||||||||
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Narrator Narrator: Eyes closed, we imagined our pain as a ball of white healing light floating around our feet and rising to our knees, our waist, our chest. Our chakras opening. The heart chakra. The head chakra. Chloe talked us into caves where we meet our power animal. Mine was a penguin. | |||||||||||
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Narrator Narrator: A single frame in a movie is on the screen for one-sixtieth of a second. Divide a second into sixty different parts. That's how long the erection is. Towering four stories tall over the popcorn auditorium, slippery red and terrible, and no one sees it. | |||||||||||
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Narrator Narrator: After a night at fight club, everything in the real world gets the volumn turned down. Nothing can piss you off, your word is law, and if other people break the law or question you, even that doesn't piss you off. | |||||||||||
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Narrator Narrator: Home was a condominium on the fifteenth floor of a high-rise, a sort of filing cabinet for widows and young professionals. The marketing brochure promised a foot of concrete floor, ceiling, and wall between between me and any adjacent stereo or turn-up television. a foot of concrete was important when your next-door neighbour lets the battery on her hearing aid go and has to watch her game shows at full blast. Or when a volcanic blast of burning gas and debris that used to be your living-room set and personal effects blows out your floor to ceiling windows and sails down flaming to leave just your condo, only yours, a gutted charred concrete hole in the cliffside of the building. | |||||||||||
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Narrator Narrator: I found stacks and stacks of Reader's Digest in the basement, and now there's a pile of Reader's Digest in every room. In the oldest magazines, there's a series of articles where organs in the human body talk about themselves in the first person: I am Jane's uterus. I am Joe's Prostrate. I am Joe's Gallbladder. I am Joe's Raging Bile Duct. I am Joe's Grinding Teeth. I am Joe's Inflamed Flaring Nostrils. I am Joe's White Knuckles. I am Joe's Enraged, Inflamed Sense of Rejection. I am Joe's Clenching Bowels. | |||||||||||
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Narrator Narrator: Where would Jesus be if no one had written the gospels? | |||||||||||
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Narrator Narrator: What Tyler had created was the shadow of a giant hand. Only now the fingers were Nosferatu-long and the thumb was too short, but he said how at exactly four-thirty the hand was perfect. The giant shadow hand was perfect for one minute, and for one perfect minute Tyler had sat in the palm of a perfection he'd created himself. | |||||||||||
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Narrator Narrator: This was freedom. Losing all hope was freedom. If I didn't say anything, people in the group assumed the worst. They cried harder. I cried harder. Look up into the stars and you're gone. | |||||||||||
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Narrator Narrator: Think about the animals used in product testing. Think about the monkeys shot into space. | |||||||||||
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Narrator Narrator: The old theatres that run a movie with two projectors, a projectionist has to stand right there to change projectors at the exact second so that the audience never sees the break when one reel starts and one reel ran out. You have to look for the white dots at the top, right-hand corner of the screen. This is the warning. Watch the movie, and you'll see two dots at the end of the reel. | |||||||||||
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Narrator Narrator: Sometimes you do something, and you get screwed. sometimes it's the things you don't do, and you get screwed. | |||||||||||
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Narrator Narrator: Nothing is static. Even the Mona Lisa is falling apart. Since fight club, I can wiggle half the teeth in my jaw. Maybe self-improvement isn't the answer. Maybe self-destruction is the answer. | |||||||||||
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Narrator Narrator: I've met god across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and god asks me, "Why?" Why did I cause so much pain? Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can't I see that we're all manifestations of love? I look at god behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but god's got this all wrong. We are not special. We are not crap or trash either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens. And god says, "No, that's not right." Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach god anything. | |||||||||||
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Narrator Narrator: If a new car built by my company leaves Chicago traveling west at 60 miles per hour, and the rear differential locks up, and the car crashes and burns with everyone trapped inside, does my company initiate a recall? You take the population of vehicles in the field - A, and multiply it by the probable rate of failure - B, then multiply the result by the average cost of an out-of-court settlement - C. A times B times C equals X. This is what it will cost if we don't initiate a recall. If X is greater than the cost of a recall, we recall the cars and no one gets hurt. If X is less than the cost of a recall, then we don't recall. | |||||||||||
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Narrator Narrator: I just don't want to die without a few scars, I say. It's nothing any more to have a beautiful stock body. You see those cars that are completely stock cherry, right out of a dealer's showroom in 1955, I always think, what a waste. | |||||||||||
22 | Project Mayhem | Criminals | Criminal Organizations | ||||||||
Project Mayhem Committees: arson, assault, mischief, misinformation. | |||||||||||
23 | Tyler Durden | Quotes | Quotes | ||||||||
Tyler Durden 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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