We’ll just tell your mother that… we ate it all.
Welcome to Fight Club. The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is: you DO NOT talk about Fight Club! Third rule of Fight Club: someone yells “stop!”, goes limp, taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule: only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule: one fight at a time, fellas. Sixth rule: No shirts, no shoes. Seventh rule: fights will go on as long as they have to. And the eighth and final rule: if this is your first time at Fight Club, you have to fight.
You look down, they know you’re lying and up, they know you don’t know the truth. Don’t use seven words when four will do. Don’t shift your weight, look always at your mark but don’t stare, be specific but not memorable, be funny but don’t make him laugh. He’s got to like you then forget you the moment you’ve left his side. And for God’s sake, whatever you do, don’t, under any circumstances…
What was the part in the middle?
Do not try and bend the spoon. That’s impossible. Instead… only try to realize the truth.
You can’t handle the truth!!
The only true law is that which sets us free.
Please! You can’t keep me in here!
Listen, Rose. You’re gonna get out of here, you’re gonna go on and you’re gonna make lots of babies, and you’re gonna watch them grow. You’re gonna die an old… an old lady warm in her bed, not here, not this night. Not like this, do you understand me?
Twelve kids… that’s nuts.
You are the twelfth in a long line of governesses who have come here to look after my children since their mother died. I trust you will be an improvement on the last one. She stayed only two hours.
I’m sorry, dear, but when I chose Katie Nana, I thought she would be firm with the children. She looked so solemn and cross.
Let them hear. Let the whole world know. This [indicating Nanna] is not a nurse. This… is a dog.
Dogs got no reason to live.
It’s like I said all along, poopsie: cats rule and dogs drool.
Dogs don’t like to be left alone. It’s not like, when you leave, he goes, “Great, time to finish writing my novel!” No, when their humans leave, dogs get depressed, and they show it.
There are two dilemmas… that rattle the human skull. How do you hold onto someone who won’t stay? And how do you get rid of someone who won’t go?
Going so soon? I wouldn’t hear of it. Why my little party’s just beginning.
The lords have all accepted our invitations!
Welcome to the party, pal!