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fight club ... awesome movie ... go see it It's only after we lost everything that we are free to do anything. TYLER: An expired community student ID! What did you study, Raymond? RAYMOND: S-s-s-stuff... TYLER: Stuff? Where the mid-terms hard? You are not your job ... you are not how much money you have in the bank...not the car you drive ... not the contents of your wallet. You are not your fucking khakis. We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. We are the same decaying organic matter as everyone else. I felt like putting a bullet between in 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 those French beaches I'd never see. I wanted to breathe smoke. I felt like destroying something beautiful. And then something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion -- dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom. If I had a tumor, I'd named it Marla. Marla ... the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you could stop tonguing it, but you can't. MARLA: Why do you do it? JACK: I don't know. When people think you are dying, they really listen, instead-- MARLA: --instead of just waiting for their turn to speak. This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time. If you wake up at a different time and in a different place, could you wake up as a different person? On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero. Marla's philosophy was that she might die at any moment. The tragedy was, she said, that she didn't. TYLER: You know why the put oxygen masks on planes? JACK: So you can breathe. TYLER: Oxygen, gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, we're taking giant, panicked breaths ... suddenly you become euphoric, docile, you accept your fate ... emergency water landing, 600 miles per hour. Blank faces - calm as Hindu cows. Fuck Martha Stewart. Martha's polishing on the brass of the Titanic. But it's all going down, man! So fuck off, with your sofa units and your green stripe patterns. I say never be complete. I say stop being perfect. I say let's evolve and let the chips fall where they may. But that's me, I could be wrong, maybe it's a terrible tragedy. With a gun barrel between your teeth, you speak only in vowels TYLER: As the fat renders, the tallow floats to the surface. Like in Boy Scouts. JACK: I can imagine you as a Boy Scout. TYLER: Keep stirring. Once the tallow hardens, we skim off a layer of glycerin. If you were to add nitric acid, you got nitroglycerin. If you were to add sodium nitrate and a dash of sawdust, you got dynamite. Yeah, with enough soap we could blow just about anything. JACK (V.O.): Tyler was full of useful information