Narrator: What do you do for a living?
Tyler: Why? So you can pretend like you're interested?
Narrator: Everywhere I travel, tiny life. Single-serving sugar, single-serving cream, single pat of butter… The people I meet on each flight? They're single-serving friends.
Narrator: If I didn't say anything, people always assumed the worst.
Tyler: Fuck damnation, man! Fuck redemption! We are God's unwanted children? So be it!
Tyler: Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
Tyler: We are all part of the same compost heap.
Narrator: When people think you're dying, they really, really listen to you, instead of just-
Marla: - instead of just waiting for their turn to speak?
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