Fight Club (1999)
Edward Norton: The Narrator
Narrator : I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.
Narrator : You met me at a very strange time in my life.
Narrator : [19:34] This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time.
Narrator : [34:11] Well, what do you want me to do? You just want me to hit you?
Tyler Durden : C'mon, do me this one favor.
Narrator : Why?
Tyler Durden : Why? I don't know why; I don't know. Never been in a fight. You?
Narrator : No, but that's a good thing.
Tyler Durden : No, it is not. How much can you know about yourself, you've never been in a fight? I don't wanna die without any scars. So come on; hit me before I lose my nerve.
Narrator : This is crazy.
Tyler Durden : So go crazy. Let 'er rip.
Narrator : I don't know about this.
Tyler Durden : I don't either. Who gives a shit? No one's watching. What do you care?
Narrator : Whoa, wait, this is crazy. You want me to hit you?
Tyler Durden : That's right.
Narrator : What, like in the face?
Tyler Durden : [beat] Surprise me.
Narrator : This is so fucking stupid...
[Narrator swings, connects against Tyler's head]
Tyler Durden : Motherfucker! You hit me in the ear!
Narrator : Well, Jesus, I'm sorry.
Tyler Durden : Ow, Christ... why the ear, man?
Narrator : Guess I fucked it up...
Tyler Durden : No, that was perfect!
Narrator : [1:04:30] Tyler sold his soap to department stores at $20 a bar. Lord knows what they charged. It was beautiful. We were selling rich women their own fat asses back to them.
Narrator : You're making a big mistake, fellas!
Police Officer : You said you would say that.
Narrator : I'm not Tyler Durden!
Police Officer : You told us you'd say that, too.
Narrator : All right then, I'm Tyler Durden. Listen to me, I'm giving you a direct order. We're aborting this mission right now.
Police Officer : You said you would definitely say that.
Tyler Durden : [22:28] You know why they put oxygen masks on planes?
Narrator : So you can breathe.
Tyler Durden : Oxygen gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, you're taking giant panicked breaths. Suddenly you become euphoric, docile. You accept your fate. It's all right here. Emergency water landing - 600 miles an hour. Blank faces, calm as Hindu cows.
Narrator : That's, um... That's an interesting theory.
Narrator : [12:56] When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep... and you're never really awake.
Woman on Plane : [20:35] A new car built by my company leaves somewhere traveling at 60 mph. The rear differential locks up. The car crashes and burns with everyone trapped inside. Now, should we initiate a recall? Take the number of vehicles in the field, A, multiply by the probable rate of failure, B, multiply by the average out-of-court settlement, C. A times B times C equals X. If X is less than the cost of a recall, we don't do one.
Woman on Plane : Are there a lot of these kinds of accidents?
Narrator : You wouldn't believe.
Woman on Plane : Which car company do you work for?
Narrator : A major one.
Narrator : [14:19] If I did have a tumor, I'd name it Marla.
Narrator : [20:22] On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.
[Poem on Narrator's computer]
Narrator : [55:00] Worker bees can leave. Even drones can fly away. The Queen is their slave.
Narrator : I am Jack's inflamed sense of rejection.
Narrator : If you wake up at a different time in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?
Tyler Durden : [1:03:32] Fuck damnation, man! Fuck redemption! We are God's unwanted children? So be it!
Narrator : OK. Give me some water!
Tyler Durden : Listen, you can run water over your hand and make it worse or...
Tyler Durden : Look at me... or you can use vinegar and neutralize the burn.
Narrator : Please let me have it... *Please*!
Tyler Durden : First you have to give up, first you have to *know*... not fear... *know*... that someday you're gonna die.
Narrator : [while brutally beating Angel Face] I felt like putting a bullet between 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 the French beaches I'd never see. I wanted to breathe smoke.
Narrator : Every evening I died, and every evening I was born again, resurrected.
Narrator : Marla's philosophy of life is that she might die at any moment. The tragedy, she said, was that she didn't.
Narrator : [1:49:38] Is Tyler my bad dream? Or am I Tyler's?
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.
Narrator : [1:52:23] Tyler, what the fuck is going on here?
Tyler Durden : I ask you for one thing, one simple thing.
Narrator : Why do people think that I'm you? Answer me!
Tyler Durden : Sit.
Narrator : Now answer me, why do people think that I'm you.
Tyler Durden : I think you know.
Narrator : No, I don't.
Tyler Durden : Yes, you do. Why would anyone possibly confuse you with me?
Narrator : Uh... I... I don't know.
Tyler Durden : You got it.
Narrator : No.
Tyler Durden : Say it.
Narrator : Because...
Tyler Durden : Say it.
Narrator : Because we're the same person.
Tyler Durden : That's right.
Narrator : [9:01] And then, something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.
Richard Chesler : [1:04:51] The first rule of Fight Club is you don't talk about Fight Club?
Narrator : [Voice-over] I'm half asleep again; I must've left the original in the copy machine.
Richard Chesler : The second rule of Fight Club - is this yours?
Narrator : Huh?
Richard Chesler : Pretend you're me, make a managerial decision: you find this, what would you do?
Narrator : [pauses] Well, I gotta tell you: I'd be very, very careful who you talk to about that, because the person who wrote that... is dangerous.
[Gets up from the chair]
Narrator : [Talking slowly] And this button-down, Oxford-cloth psycho might just snap, and then stalk from office to office with an Armalite AR-10 carbine gas-powered semi-automatic weapon, pumping round after round into colleagues and co-workers. This might be someone you've known for years. Someone very, very close to you.
Narrator : [Voice-over] Tyler's words coming out of my mouth.
[Snatches the piece of paper from boss' hands]
Narrator : [Voice-over] And I used to be such a nice guy.
Narrator : Or maybe you shouldn't bring me every little piece of trash you happen to pick up.
Narrator : [Into phone] Compliance and Liability...?
Marla Singer : My tit's gonna rot off.
Narrator : [to boss] Would you excuse me? I need to take this.
Narrator : I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. Then I ran some more.
Tyler Durden : Do you know what a duvet is?
Narrator : It's a comforter...
Tyler Durden : It's a blanket. Just a blanket. Now why do guys like you and me know what a duvet is? Is this essential to our survival, in the hunter-gatherer sense of the word? No. What are we then?
Narrator : ...Consumers?
Tyler Durden : Right. We are consumers. We're the by-products of a lifestyle obsession.
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.
Narrator : [1:54:59] It's called a changeover. The movie goes on, and nobody in the audience has any idea.
[while burning the Narrator's hand with lye]
Tyler Durden : [1:03:07] Shut up! Our fathers were our models for God. If our fathers bailed, what does that tell you about God?
Narrator : No, no, I... don't...
Tyler Durden : Listen to me! You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen.
Narrator : It isn't?
Tyler Durden : We don't need him!
Narrator : Marla... the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you could stop tonguing it, but you can't.
Narrator : With insomnia, nothing's real. Everything's far away. Everything's a copy of a copy of a copy.
Marla Singer : I got this dress at a thrift store for one dollar.
Narrator : It was worth every penny.
Marla Singer : It's a bridesmaid's dress. Someone loved it intensely for one day, and then tossed it. Like a Christmas tree. So special. Then, bam, it's on the side of the road.
[Grabs Narrator's crotch]
Marla Singer : Tinsel still clinging to it. Like a sex crime victim. Underwear inside out. Bound with electrical tape.
Narrator : Well, then it suits you.
Marla Singer : You can borrow it sometime.
Narrator : I am Jack's smirking revenge.
Narrator : If I didn't say anything, people always assumed the worst.
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?
Narrator : I am Jack's wasted life.
Narrator : [1:39:00] What are you doing?
Tyler Durden : Guys, what would you wish you'd done before you died?
Ricky : Paint a self-portrait.
The Mechanic : Build a house.
Tyler Durden : [to Narrator] And you?
Narrator : I don't know. Turn the wheel now, come on!
Tyler Durden : You have to know the answer to this question! If you died right now, how would you feel about your life?
Narrator : I don't know, I wouldn't feel anything good about my life, is that what you want to hear me say? Fine. Come on!
Tyler Durden : Not good enough.
Narrator : I am Jack's complete lack of surprise.
Narrator : [to Tyler, while looking at a Calvin Klein-esque ad on the bus] Is that what a real man is supposed to look like?
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.
Narrator : A guy who came to Fight Club for the first time, his ass was a wad of cookie dough. After a few weeks, he was carved out of wood.
Richard Chesler : Get the fuck out of here, you're fired!
Narrator : I have a better solution. You keep me on the payroll as an outside consultant and in exchange for my salary, my job will be never to tell people these things that I know. I don't even have to come into the office, I can do this job from home.
Narrator : I am Jack's broken heart.
Narrator : I can't get married - I'm a thirty-year-old boy.
Narrator : I am Jack's cold sweat.
Narrator : [1:55:55] Deja vu - all over again.
Narrator : When the fight was over, nothing was solved, but nothing mattered. We all felt saved.
Narrator : You had to give it to him: he had a plan. And it started to make sense, in a Tyler sort of way. No fear. No distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide.
Narrator : [24:45] Was it ticking?
Airport Security Officer : Actually throwers don't worry about ticking 'cause modern bombs don't tick.
Narrator : Sorry, throwers?
Airport Security Officer : Baggage handlers. But, when a suitcase vibrates, then the throwers gotta call the police.
Narrator : My suitcase was vibrating?
Airport Security Officer : Nine times out of ten it's an electric razor, but every once in a while...
Airport Security Officer : it's a dildo. Of course it's company policy never to, imply ownership in the event of a dildo... always use the indefinite article a dildo, never your dildo.
Narrator : I don't own...
[Officer waves Narrator off]
Narrator : I wrote little haiku poems. I emailed them to everyone.
Narrator : We have just lost cabin pressure.
Narrator : We have front row seats for this theatre of mass destruction. The demolitions committee of Project Mayhem wrapped the foundation columns of a dozen buildings with blasting gelatin. In two minutes primary charges will blow base charges and a few square blocks will be reduced to smoldering rubble. I know this, because Tyler knows this.
Narrator : Tyler was a night person. While the rest of us were sleeping, he worked. He had one part time job as a projectionist. See, a movie doesn't come all on one big reel. It comes on a few. So someone has to be there to switch the projectors at the exact moment that one reel ends and the next one begins. If you look for it, you can see these little dots come into the upper right-hand corner of the screen.
Tyler Durden : In the industry, we call them "cigarette burns."
Narrator : That's the cue for a changeover. He flips the projectors, the movie keeps right on going, and nobody in the audience has any idea.
Tyler Durden : Why would anyone want this shit job?
Narrator : Because it affords him other interesting opportunities.
Tyler Durden : Like splicing single frames of pornography into family films.
[First lines. Tyler points a gun into the Narrator's mouth]
Narrator : [voiceover] People are always asking me if I know Tyler Durden.
Tyler Durden : Three minutes. This is it - ground zero. Would you like to say a few words to mark the occasion?
Narrator : ...i... ann... iinn... ff... nnyin...
Narrator : With a gun barrel between your teeth, you speak only in vowels.
[Tyler removes the gun from the Narrator's mouth]
Narrator : I can't think of anything.
Narrator : For a second I totally forgot about Tyler's whole controlled demolition thing and I wonder how clean that gun is.
Tyler Durden : We're consumers. We are by-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty, these things don't concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy's name on my underwear. Rogaine, Viagra, Olestra.
Narrator : Martha Stewart.
Tyler Durden : Fuck Martha Stewart. Martha's polishing the brass on the Titanic. It's all going down, man. So fuck off with your sofa units and Strinne green stripe patterns.
Narrator : You can swallow a pint of blood before you get sick.
Tyler Durden : [39:29] If you could fight anyone, who would you fight?
Narrator : I'd fight my boss, prob'ly.
Tyler Durden : Really.
Narrator : Yeah, why, who would you fight?
Tyler Durden : I'd fight my dad.
Narrator : I don't know my dad. I mean, I know him, but... he left when I was like six years old. Married this other woman, had some other kids. He like did this every six years, he goes to a new city and starts a new family.
Tyler Durden : Fucker's setting up franchises.
Tyler Durden : [23:34] Did you know that if you mix equal parts of gasoline and frozen orange juice concentrate you can make napalm?
Narrator : No, I did not know that; is that true?
Tyler Durden : That's right... One could make all kinds of explosives, using simple household items.
Narrator : Really...?
Tyler Durden : If one were so inclined.
Narrator : Tyler, you are by far the most interesting single-serving friend I've ever met... see I have this thing: everything on a plane is single-serving...
Tyler Durden : Oh I get it, it's very clever.
Narrator : Thank you.
Tyler Durden : How's that working out for you?
Narrator : What?
Tyler Durden : Being clever.
Narrator : Great.
Tyler Durden : Keep it up then... Right up.
[Gets up from airplane seat]
Tyler Durden : Now a question of etiquette; as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch...?
Narrator : Bob loved me because he thought my testicles were removed too. Being there, pressed against his tits, ready to cry. This was my vacation... and she ruined *everything*.
Marla Singer : This is cancer, right?
Narrator : This chick Marla Singer did not have testicular cancer. She was a liar. She had no diseases at all. I had seen her at Free and Clear, my blood parasite group Thursdays. Then at Hope, my bi-monthly sickle cell circle. And again at Seize the Day, my tuberculous Friday night. Marla... the big tourist. Her lie reflected my lie. Suddenly, I felt nothing. I couldn't cry, so once again I couldn't sleep.
Narrator : When deep space exploration ramps up, it'll be the corporations that name everything, the IBM Stellar Sphere, the Microsoft Galaxy, Planet Starbucks.
Narrator : I had it all. Even the glass dishes with tiny bubbles and imperfections, proof they were crafted by the honest, simple, hard-working indigenous peoples of... wherever.
Narrator : I'll tell you: we'll split up the week, okay? You take lymphoma, and tuberculosis...
Marla Singer : You take tuberculosis. My smoking doesn't go over at all.
Narrator : Okay, good, fine. Testicular cancer should be no contest, I think.
Marla Singer : Well, technically, I have more of a right to be there than you. You still have your balls.
Narrator : You're kidding.
Marla Singer : I don't know... am I?
Narrator : No, no! What do you want?
Marla Singer : I'll take the parasites.
Narrator : You can't have both the parasites, but while you take the blood parasites...
Marla Singer : I want brain parasites.
Narrator : I'll take the blood parasites. But I'm gonna take the organic brain dementia, okay?
Marla Singer : I want that.
Narrator : You can't have the whole brain, that's...
Marla Singer : So far you have four, I only have two!
Narrator : Okay. Take both the parasites. They're yours. Now we both have three...
Marla Singer : So, we each have three... that's six. What about the seventh day? I want ascending bowel cancer.
Narrator : [Narrating] The girl had done her homework.
Narrator : No. No, I WANT bowel cancer.
[the clerk gives them both a weird look]
Marla Singer : That's your favorite too? Tried to slip it by me, eh?
Narrator : How embarrassing... a house full of condiments and no food.
Narrator : What do you want me to do? You want me to hit you?
Tyler Durden : Come on, do me this one favor.
Narrator : Why?
Tyler Durden : Why? I don't know why, I don't know. Never been in a fight, you?
Narrator : No, but that's a good thing.
Tyler Durden : No, man it's not. How much can you know yourself if you've never been in a fight? I don't wanna die with out any scars.
Narrator : Like so many others, I had become a slave to the Ikea nesting instinct.
Marla Singer : There are things about you that I like. You're smart, you're funny, you're... spectacular in bed... But you're intolerable! You have very serious emotional problems. Deep seated problems for which you should seek professional help.
Narrator : I know, and I'm sorry...
Marla Singer : Yeah, you're sorry, I'm sorry, everybody's sorry, but... I can't do this anymore. I can't. And I won't. I'm gone.
Narrator : Bob had bitch tits.
Narrator : Life insurance pays off triple if you die on a business trip.
[about Tyler splicing frames of pornography into family films]
Narrator : 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'll catch a flash of Tyler's contribution to the film.
[the audience is watching the film, the pornography flashes for a split second]
Narrator : Nobody knows that they saw it, but they did...
Tyler Durden : A nice, big cock...
[several audience members look rattled, a little girl is crying]
Narrator : Even a hummingbird couldn't catch Tyler at work.
Narrator : After fighting, everything else in your life got the volume turned down.
Tyler Durden : [1:01:50] Now, ancient people found their clothes got cleaner if they washed them at a certain spot in the river. You know why?
Narrator : No.
Tyler Durden : Human sacrifices were once made on the hills above this river. Bodies burnt, water speeded through the wood ashes to create lye.
[holds up a bottle]
Tyler Durden : This is lye - the crucial ingredient. The lye combined with the melted fat of the bodies, till a thick white soapy discharge crept into the river. May I see your hand, please?
[Tyler licks his lips until they're gleaming wet - he takes the Narrator's hand and kisses the back of it]
Narrator : What is this?
Tyler Durden : This...
[pours the lye on the Narrator's hand]
Tyler Durden : ... is chemical burn.
Narrator : Tyler's not here. Tyler went away. Tyler's gone.
Narrator : First person that comes out this fucking door gets a... gets a *lead salad*, you understand?
Narrator : [voiceover] It must've been Tuesday. He was wearing his cornflower-blue tie.
Narrator : I flipped through catalogs and wondered: What kind of dining set defines me as a person?
Narrator : Most of the week we were Ozzie and Harriet, but every Saturday night we were finding something out: we were finding out more and more that we were not alone. It used to be that when I came home angry and depressed I'd just clean my condo, polish my Scandinavian furniture. I should have been looking for a new condo. I should have been haggling with my insurance company. I should have been upset about my nice, neat, flaming little shit. But I wasn't.
Narrator : Hello?
Tyler Durden : [Eating breakfast cereal] Who is this?
Narrator : Tyler?
Tyler Durden : Who is this?
Narrator : Uh... we met... we met on the airplane. We had the same suitcase. Uh... the clever guy?
Tyler Durden : Oh yeah, right.
Tyler Durden : Ok?
Narrator : I called a second ago, th - there was no answer, I'm at the payphone...
Tyler Durden : - yeah, I *69ed you, I never pick up my phone.
Tyler Durden : So what's up, huh?
Narrator : Uh, well... You're not gonna believe this...
Narrator : It's just, when you buy furniture, you tell yourself, that's it. That's the last sofa I'm gonna need. Whatever else happens, I've got that sofa problem handled.
Tyler Durden : *slaps the Narrator, throws away goggles* Listen to me! You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you, never wanted you, and in all probability, he HATES you. It's not the worst thing that can happen.
Narrator : It isn't?
Tyler Durden : We don't NEED Him!
Narrator : *squirms* We don't - we don't - !
Tyler Durden : Fuck damnation, man! Fuck redemption! We're God's unwanted children, SO BE IT!
Narrator : Tyler was now involved in a class action lawsuit against the Pressman Hotel over the urine content of their soup.
Narrator : Except for their humping, Tyler and Marla were never in the same room. My parents pulled this exact same act for years.
Narrator : Fight Club wasn't about winning or losing. It wasn't about words. The hysterical shouting was in tongues, like at a Pentecostal Church.
Narrator : I am Jack's raging bile duct.
Narrator : Oh, yeah, Chloe... Chloe looked the way Meryl Streep's skeleton would look if you made it smile and walk around the party being extra nice to everybody.
Chloe : Well, I'm still here. But I don't know for how long. That's as much certainty as anyone can give me. But I've got some good news: I no longer have any fear of death. But... I am in a pretty lonely place. No one will have sex with me. I'm so close to the end, and all I want is to get laid for the last time. I have pornographic movies in my apartment, and lubricants, and amyl nitrite...
[the group leader takes the mic]
Group Leader : Thank you, Chloe... everyone, let's thank Chloe.
Narrator : I got in everyone's hostile little face. Yes, these are bruises from fighting. Yes, I'm comfortable with that. I am enlightened.
Narrator : I just need to know if you've seen Tyler.
Proprietor of Dry Cleaners : I'm not disclosed to bespeak any such information to you, nor would I, even if I had said information you want, at this juncture be able
Narrator : [Resigned] You're a moron.
Proprietor of Dry Cleaners : [as Narrator is leaving] I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.
Narrator : By the end of the first month, I didn't miss TV.
Narrator : And then, Tyler was gone.
Narrator : He was full of pep. Must've had his grande-latte enema.
Narrator : I wasn't really dying. I wasn't host to cancer or parasites. I was the warm little center that the life of this world crowded around.
Narrator : [1:54:17] No, you have a house.
Tyler Durden : Rented in your name.
Narrator : You have jobs! You have a whole life!
Tyler Durden : You have night jobs because you can't sleep. Why do you stay up and make soap?
Narrator : Marla. You're fucking Marla, Tyler.
Tyler Durden : Ah technically *you're* fucking Marla, but it's all the same to her.
Narrator : Oh my God.
Inspector Bird : [20:29] Here's where the infant's head went through the wind-shield. Three points.
Narrator : A new car built by my company leaves somewhere traveling at 60 miles per hour. The rear differential locks up...
Inspector Dent : The teenager's braces are still wrapped around the backseat ashtray. Might make a good anti-smoking ad.
Narrator : The car crashes and burns with everyone trapped inside. Now, should we initiate a recall?
Inspector Bird : The father must have been huge, see where the fat burned to the seat? The polyester shirt? Very modern art.
Narrator : Fuck you! Fuck Fight Club! Fuck Marla! I am sick of all your shit!
[after beating an 'applicant' with a broom]
Narrator : I'm gonna go inside, and I'm gonna get a shovel.
Narrator : He was *the* guerilla terrorist in the food service industry.
[the Narrator looks at Tyler, who's urinating in a pot]
Tyler Durden : Do not watch. I cannot go when you watch.
Narrator : Apart from seasoning the lobster bisque, he farted on the meringue, sneezed on braised endive, and as for the cream of mushroom soup, well...
Tyler Durden : [snickers] Go ahead. Tell 'em.
Narrator : ...you get the idea.
Narrator : [being embraced by Bob at the group therapy session for Testicular Cancer] Strangers with this kind of honesty make me go a big rubbery one.
Narrator : [V.O] This is Bob. Bob had bitch tits.
[Camera pans to a REMAINING MEN TOGETHER sign]
Narrator : [V.O] This was a support group for men with testicular cancer. The big moosie slobbering all over me... that was Bob.
Robert 'Bob' Paulson : We're still men.
Narrator : [slightly muffled due to Bob's enormous breasts] Yes, we're men. Men is what we are.
Narrator : Eight months ago, Bob's testicles were removed. Then hormone therapy. He developed bitch tits because his testosterone was too high and his body upped the estrogen. And that was where I fit...
Robert 'Bob' Paulson : They're gonna have to open my pecs again to drain the fluid.
Narrator : [V.O] Between those huge sweating tits that hung enormous, the way you'd think of God's as big.
Narrator : I want bowel cancer.
Narrator : Home was a condo on the fifteenth floor of a filing cabinet for widows and young professionals. The walls were solid concrete. A foot of concrete is important when your next-door neighbor lets their hearing aid go and have to watch game-shows at full volume. Or when a volcanic blast of debris that used to be your furniture and personal effects blows out of your floor-to-ceiling windows and sails flaming into the night. I suppose these things happen.