You're not getting this back. I consider it asshole tax.

Marla Singer

If I did have a tumor, I'd name it Marla.

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Narrator: What do you do for a living?
Tyler Durden: Why? So you can pretend like you're interested?

I am Jack's raging bile duct.

Narrator

Narrator: Oh, yeah, Chloe... Chloe looked the way Meryl Streep's skeleton would look if you made it smile and walk around the party being extra nice to everybody.
Chloe: Well, I'm still here. But I don't know for how long. That's as much certainty as anyone can give me. But I've got some good news: I no longer have any fear of death. 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, and lubricants, and amyl nitrate...

After fighting, everything else in your life got the volume turned down.

Narrator

If you wake up at a different time in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?

Narrator

[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.

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, tiny bars of soap. The people I meet on each flight? They're single-serving friends.

Narrator

Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing.

Tyler Durden

Goddamn! You just had a near-life experience!

Tyler Durden

Narrator: [reading] I am Jack's colon.
Tyler Durden: I get cancer, I kill Jack.

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