#7. INSIDE TYLER
JACK: Let me tell you a little bit about Tyler Durden.
JACK: Tyler was a night person. While the rest of us were sleeping, he worked. He had one part-time job as a projectionist. A movie doesn't come all in one big reel, it's on a few. Someone has to be there to switch the projectors at the exact moment when one reel ends and another reel begins. If you look for, you see little dots come into the upper right corner of the screen.
TYLER: In the industry we call them "cigarette burns."
JACK: That's the cue for a changeover. He flips the projectors. movie keeps ride on going and nobody in the audience has any idea.
TYLER: Why would anyone want this shitty job?
JACK: Because it affords him other interesting opportunities.
TYLER: Like splicing a frame of pornography into family films.
JACK: So when the snooty cat and the courageous dog with the celebrity voices meet for the first time in reel three, that's when you'ii catch a flash of Tyler's contribution to the film...
JACK: No one really knows that they've seen it. But they did.
TYLER: A nice, big cock.
JACK: Even a hummingbird couldn't catch Tyler at work.
JACK: Tyler also works sometimes as a banquet waiter at the luxurious Pressman Hotel.
JACK: He was the guerrilla terrorist in the food service industry.
TYLER: Do not watch. I can not go when you watch.
TYLER: ... Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.
JACK: He farted on meringue; he sneezed on braised endive; and as for the creme of mushroom soup, well...
TYLER: Go ahead, tell'em.
JACK: You get the idea.
JACK: What do you want me I did. You just want me to hit you?
TYLER: Come on. Do me this one favor.
JACK: Why?
TYLER I don't know why. I don't know. Never been in a fight. You?
JACK: No. But that's a good thing.
TYLER: How much can you know know about yourself if you have never been in a fight!
TYLER: I don't want to die without any scars. Come on. Hit me bedore I lose my nerve. JACK: Come on. This is crazy.
TYLER: So go crazy! Let it rip.
JACK: I don't know about this.
TYLER: I don't either. I don't know. Who gives a shit? No one is watching. What do you care?
JACK: this is crazy. You want me to hit you?
TYLER: That's right. J JACK: Where? Like in the face?
TYLER: Surprise me.
JACK: this is so fucking stupid.
TYLER: Motherfucker! He hit me in the ear!
JACK: Well, Jesus, I'm sorry.
TYLER: Ow, Christ! Why the ear, man?
JACK: I fucked it up.
TYLER: No. that was perfect!
JACK: No, it's all right. It really hurts.
TYLER: RIght. Hit me again.
JACK: No, you hit me. Come on!
JACK: We should do this again sometime.
JACK: Where's your car?
TYLER: What car?
JACK: I don't know how Tyler found the house, but he'd been there for a year.
JACK: It looked like it was waiting to be torn down. Most of the windows were boarded up. There was no lock on the front doorfrom where the police, or whoever, kicked . The stairs were ready to collapse. I didn't know if he owned it or he was squatting. Neither would have surprised me.
TYLER: Yep. That's you. That's me. That's the toilet. Good?
JACK: Yeah, thanks.
JACK: What a shithole. Nothing worked. Turning on a light meant another light in the house went out.
JACK: There were no neighbors. Just warehouses and the paper mill. That fart smell of steam, the hamster cage smell of wood chips.
TWO GUYS: What do we have here?
TYLER: Hey, guys.
TWO GUYS: Hey.
JACK: Every time it rained it, we had to kill the power. By the end of the first month, I didn't miss TV. I didn't even mind the warm, stale refrigerator.
SUIT MAN: Can I be next?
TYLER: All right, man. Lose the tie.
JACK: At night, Tyler and I were alone for half a mile in every direction. Rain trickled down through the plaster and the light fixtures. Everything wooden swelled and shrank. Everywhere were rusted nails to snag your elbow on. The previous occupant had been a bit in a shut-in.
JACK: Listen to this. It's an article written by an organ in the first person. "I am Jack's medulla oblongata. Without me Jack could not regulate his heart rate or breathing. There's a whole series of these -- "I am Jill's Nipples." " I am Jack's Colon"
TYLER: "I get cancer, and I kill Jack."
JACK: After fighting, everything else in life got the volume turned down.
