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Tyler Durden: [29:10] 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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Narrator: [1:49:38] Is Tyler my bad dream? Or am I Tyler's?

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Narrator: [1:54:59] It's called a changeover. The movie goes on, and nobody in the audience has any idea.

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Narrator: Every evening I died, and every evening I was born again, resurrected.

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Narrator: Look, nobody 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, it was ME! [voice-over] Narrator: I'd like to thank the Academy...

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Narrator: With insomnia, nothing's real. Everything's far away. Everything's a copy of a copy of a copy.

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Narrator: Oh, it's late. Hey, thanks for the beer. Tyler Durden: Yeah, man. Narrator: I should find a hotel. Tyler Durden: [in disbelief] What? Narrator: What? Tyler Durden: A hotel? Narrator: Yeah. Tyler Durden: Just ask, man. Narrator:

What are you talking about? Tyler Durden: [laughs] Three pitchers of beer, and you still can't ask. Narrator: What? Tyler Durden: You call me because you need a place to stay. Narrator: Oh, hey, no, no, no, I didn't mean... Tyler Durden: Yes, you did. So just ask. Cut the foreplay and just ask.

Narrator: Would - would that be a problem? Tyler Durden: Is it a problem for you to ask? Narrator: Can I stay at your place? Tyler Durden: Yeah.

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[to the Narrator who has just fired a warning shot into the window of an explosives filled van] Tyler Durden: [2:07:41] WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! Ok, you are now firing a gun at your 'imaginary friend' near 400 GALLONS OF NITROGLYCERINE!

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Tyler Durden: [1:23:50] 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.

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Marla Singer: ...Condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip one on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night... then you throw it away. The condom, I mean, not the stranger. Narrator: What?

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Tyler Durden: My dad never went to college, so it was real important that I go. Narrator: Sounds familiar. Tyler Durden: So I graduate, I call him up long distance, I say "Dad, now what?" He says, "Get a job." Narrator: Same here. Tyler Durden: Now I'm 25, make my yearly call again. I say Dad, "Now what?" He

says, "I don't know, get married." Narrator: I can't get married, I'm a 30 year old boy. Tyler Durden: We're a generation of men raised by women. I'm wondering if another woman is really the answer we need.

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Narrator: I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. Then I ran some more.

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Narrator: This is crazy... Tyler Durden: People do it everyday, they talk to themselves... they see themselves as they'd like to be, they don't have the courage you have, to just run with it.

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Narrator: Bob is dead, they shot him in the head! Tyler Durden: You wanna make an omelet, you gotta break some eggs.

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Lou: [1:12:25] Do you hear me now? Tyler Durden: No, I didn't quite catch that, Lou. [Lou hits Tyler again] Tyler Durden: Still not getting it. [Lou hits Tyler a few more times] Tyler Durden: Okay, I got it. Shit, I lost it. [Lou continues to beat up Tyler]

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Narrator: [19:14] You wake up at Seatac, SFO, LAX. You wake up at O'Hare, Dallas-Fort Worth, BWI. Pacific, mountain, central. Lose an hour, gain an hour. This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time. You wake up at Air Harbor International. If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?

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

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Narrator: I am Jack's wasted life.

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Tyler Durden: [to the police chief] Hi. You're going to call off your rigorous investigation. You're going to publicly state that there is no underground group. Or... these guys are going to take your balls. They're going to send one to the New York Times, one to the LA Times press-release style. 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: I am Jack's complete lack of surprise.