Movie: Fight club (Fight Club). Page 2

- What do you do?
Soap!
What?
- I make soap. After all, soap is the yardstick of civilization.

Stop trying to control everything and just let go... Spit!

To hell with perfection. It is not necessary to achieve it. It is necessary to develop. Let the chips fall as fall.

- You're a liar! You're not dying!
- I'm sorry?

I know I was acting really weird, and perhaps you thought me get on two different people.
- Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Asshole.

I feel like I put a bullet between the eyes of every Panda that wouldn't screw to save the species. I wanted to open the valves of the tankers and smother all those French beaches I'll never see. I wanted to breathe smoke. I felt like destroying something beautiful.

How's he still on his feet...
- The coolest guy ever.

We split the group. Okay? Keep the lymphocyte and tuberculosis.
- You take tuberculosis. My Smoking doesn't go over.
- Okay, okay. About testicular cancer a conversation can not be.
- Well, more like I have a right to be there, unlike you. You have the balls.
- Are you joking?
I do not know. Really?

Here I found my place. Between two large, sweaty Tits.

After the fight, everything else like sounds too quiet in my life. You can cope with anything.

I ran... Until my muscles began to burn with fire, and the blood was corrosive, like acid... And then... I ran on...

Single serving sugar, cream, single servings of butter, microwaveable products, mini sets of shampoo and conditioner, creams, microscopic, tiny bars of soap. The people I meet during flights, is a one - time friends! We have our time together from takeoff to landing and nothing more...

Trust me. We met at a very strange time in my life.

Who are we? We're just consumers, obsessed with the external trappings of prosperity. War, famine, violence doesn't care at all. And care of me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, and whose name is on the tag of my pants.