Tyler: You know why they put oxygen masks on planes?
Narrator: So you can breath.
Tyler: 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. [pointing at an emergency instruction manual on a plane] Emergency water landing - 600 miles an hour. Blank faces, calm as Hindu cows.
Narrator: That's, um... That's an interesting theory.
Narrator: This is Bob. Bob has bitch tits.
Narrator: Bob is dead, they shot him in the head!
Tyler: You wanna make an omelet, you gotta break some eggs.
Richard Chesler: Is that your blood?
Narrator: Some of it, yeah.
Narrator: I can't get married - I'm a thirty-year-old boy.
Tyler: Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.
Narrator: Deja vu - all over again.
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