— You know why they put oxygen masks on planes?
— So you can breathe.
— Oxygen gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, you take giant panic breaths. Suddenly you become euphoric, docile. You accept your fate. It's all right here. Emergency water landing, 600mph. Blank faces. Calm as hindu cows.
— That's um... That's an interesting theory.
The first rule of fight club is — you don't talk about fight club.
The second rule of fight club is — you don't talk about fight club.
The third rule in fight club is — when someone says "stop" or goes
limp, the fight is over. The fourth rule is — only two guys to a fight.
Fifth rule — one fight at a time.
Sixth rule — no shirts or shoes.
Seventh rule — fights go on as long as they have to.
And the eighth rule of fight club is — if this is your first night, you *have* to fight.
— 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 those French beaches I'd never see. I wanted to breathe smoke.
— Where'd you go, psycho boy?
— I felt like destroying something beautiful.