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Fight Club, #9. Tyler The Saviour

#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.

#9. Tyler The Saviour #9. Tyler der Retter #9. Tyler El Salvador #9.タイラー・ザ・セイヴァー #9. Tyler, o salvador #9. Тайлер Спаситель #9。泰勒救世主 #9。泰勒救世主

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.