#9. Tyler The Saviour
JACK: How could Tyler, off all people, think it was a bad thing that Marla Singer was about to die?
MARLA: Five, four....
MARLA: You got here fast. Did I call you?
MARLA: The mattresses are all sealed in slippery plastic.
MARLA: Don't worry. It's not a threat to you.
MARLA: Oh, fuck! Somebody called the cops...
COP: 8-G! Where's 8-G?
MARLA: End of the hall.
MARLA: The girl who lives there used to be a charming, lovely girl, but she's lost faith in herself...
COP: Miss Singer, let us help you! You have every reason to live!
MARLA: She's a monster! Infectious human waste! Good luck trying to save her!
COP: Miss Singer!
MARLA: If I fall asleep, I'm done for. You're gonna have to keep me up all night.
TYLER: Un-fucking-believable, huh?
JACK: He was obviously able to handle it.
TYLER: You know, what I mean you fucked her...
JACK: No, I didn't.
TYLER: Never?
JACK: No.
TYLER You are not into her, aren't you?
JACK: No.
Not at all.
JACK: I am Jack Aging Bile Duct.
TYLER: Are you sure? You can tell
JACK: Believe me, I'm sure. Put a gun to my head and spray my brains.
TYLER: That's good. She's a predator posing as a house pet. Stay away from her. The shit that came ou t of that woman's mouth, I had never heard!
MARLA: My God. I haven't been fucked like that since grade school.
JACK: How could Tyler not go for that? Night before last, he was splicing sex organs into Cinderella.
JACK: Marla doesn't need a lover. She needs a case worker.
TYLER: Or a wash. This isn't love. Its sport-fucking.
JACK: She'd invaded my support groups, now she'd invaded my home.
TYLER: Hey, hey. Sit down
TYLER: Now listen. Don't ever talk to her about me. Say anything about me or what goes on in this house to her or anybody... we're done.
TYLER: Now promise me. You promise?
JACK: Yeah, I promise.
TYLER: Promise?
JACK: Yes, I promise.
TYLER: Promise?
JACK: I just said I promise! What...
TYLER: That was three times you promised.
JACK: If only I had wasted a couple of minutes and gone to watch Marla Singer die, none of this would have happened.
JACK: I could've moved to another room, one on the third floor, so I might not have heard them. But I didn't.
TYLER: What are you doing?
JACK: I... uh... just going to bed.
MARLA I have found a cigarette.
TYLER: You want to finish her off?
JACK: Uh... no. Thank you.
MARLA: Who were you talking to?
TYLER: Shut up.
JACK: I became the calm, little center of the world. I was the Zen master.
