We accept her! One of us! One of us! Gooble-gobble, gooble-gobble!
Whoa.
Whoo-ah.
Attica! Attica! Attica!
J-J-Jail?
So it’s to be torture then? I can cope with torture.
You put your god damn hand on that scanning screen, or I’ll hack it off and put it on for you!
Torture you? That’s a good idea. I like that.
Thank you for your cooperation.
So long, so long, so long, so long, so long…so long, so long, so long, so long…so long, so long and thanks for all the fiiish!
If you’d come here yesterday, we coulda had chicken.
If a frog had wings, it wouldn’t bump its ass a-hoppin’.
Yes, I’m shattered, but it’s nothing that some sleep and a good fuck wouldn’t cure. As my sister used to say.
Then at lunch she got drunker and drunker and finally she became Joan Collins!
Tonight’s lecture: How many brain cells did I kill last night?
Stop me before I kill again!
I murdered that audience. I killed 'em.
The game starts now. You have to score one thousand points. If you do that, you take home a tank with a big gun. Each day we will announce the scores from that loudspeaker. The one who has the fewest points will have to wear a sign that says “Jackass” on his back. There are three ways to lose points. One, turning into a big crybaby. Two, telling us you want to see your mommy. Three, saying you’re hungry and want something to eat.
And the eighth and final rule: if this is your first time at Fight Club, you have to fight.
What’s in the box?