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disheveled; Jack seems to be losing his will to fight. TYLER. We won't really die. We'll be immortal. JACK oor -- ee-ee --uh -- aa-i JACK (V.O.) (CONT'D). Fight Club script at the Internet Movie Script Database. I've been looking around, but none of the versions of the script are as complete

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Fight Club (PDF script) February 16, Unspecified Draft Written by Jim Uhls. Take a watch of the brilliant screenplay breakdown videos below. David Fincher Screenplays, Se7en screenplay, Fight Club Screenplay, Gone Girl .. Kaufman, Charlie Kaufman PDF, Charlie Kaufman Screenplays PDF. Simply the largest collection of pdf screenplays. FIGHT CLUB () Jim Uhls [ ] · Fight Club () [] [Scan] · Fight Club · Final Defiance.

As most of you know, the scripts of Hollywood films are easily available online, even the unreleased ones. So that has been the primary reason for this initiative. And it has been possible only because some of the screenwriters and filmmakers have been very supportive about it. To read the scripts of best bollywood films of last few years, click here. From this year, we have also decided that we will be sharing the pictures of the writers, and not some random still from the film. We should have done it earlier par jab jaago tab savera. Amit L Mayank R Amit Masurkar made his debut with a small delightful indie film, Sulemani Keeda, which perfectly captured the mood and feel of the bollywood writers surviving on the fringe. Mayank Tewari was one of the leads in this film. The biggest achievement of the script was that it explored every political and human angle related to the story but was never morose, dry or heavy. No wonder it has emerged one of the top favourites of the critics and was a commercial success, too. We are sharing the script of Newton in this post. Happy reading!

And it killed at the BO! Rather than a lack of motivation, now the story lacks logic, a missing link in the chain of cause and effect. But like coincidence, holes are a part of life. Things often happen for reasons that cannot be explained.

The problem is how to handle it. If you can forge a link between illogical events and close the hole, do so. In which case ask: Will they notice? But onscreen the story flows in time. Gittes to investigate Hollis Mulwray for adultery. After Gittes discovers what appears to be an affair, the real wife shows up with her lawyer and a lawsuit. Gittes realizes that someone is out to get Mulwray, but before he can help the man is murdered.

In this call she also gives Gittes a vital clue to the motivation for the killing. Later, however, he pieces her clue to other evidence he unearths and thinks he knows who did it and why. But when she tells Gittes, we have no idea who Ida Sessions is and what she could or could not know. But maybe it will. Then what? Other writers face this problem manfully. They expose the hole to the audience, then deny that it is a hole. Ferrari Sidney Greenstreet is the ultimate capitalist and crook who never does anything except for money.

Yet at one point Ferrari helps Victor Laszlo Paul Henreid find the precious letters of transit and wants nothing in return. Knowing this, the writers gave Ferrari the line: On with the film. In robots have all but exterminated the human race, when the remnants of humanity, lead by John Connor, turn the tide of the war. Connor captures their device and sends a young officer, Reese, back to try to destroy the Terminator first.

He does this knowing that indeed Reese will not only save his mother but get her pregnant, and therefore his lieutenant is his father. But respecting the intelligence of the audience, they also knew that after the film over coffee the audience might think: So they wrote this resolution scene. The pregnant Sarah Connor heads for the safety of remote mountains in Mexico, there to give birth and raise her son for his future mission.

At a gas station she dictates memoirs to her unborn hero into a tape recorder and she says in effect: If you know that Reese will be your father. And does that mean that this is going to happen again.

Last month, I got to hear Gale Anne Hurd speak. Amazing story teller. She spoke with Corman about him and the next week, Cameron was the lead Art Director. This is poorly written. This is the problem with plotholes. The only reason why anyone watches the fighting in the street is because of how strange it is. A couple people ask him about it, and Tyler has them hit him. Having it be the Narrator beating himself up makes more sense, since that would be much more unusual, and thus draw more attention.

Before we were led to believe seeing two people fight in an alley was enough to draw attention, but now we know he was actually doing something strange and fighting himself. We also later get this confirmed when the Narrator explicitly fights himself claiming his boss abused him , and no one thinks strangely of him for doing so. The scene where Ed Norton beats himself up in his bosses office is a personal favorite — it allowed his character to assume power and led to use of voice-over as your friend:.

Telephone, computer, fax machine, fifty-two weekly paychecks, and forty-eight airline flight coupons: This is how Tyler and I were able to have Fight Club every night of the week.

But I loved Jumper! Maybe my imagination allows me to enjoy those kinds of movies for more than what they acutally are. I bet the script was much better. According to Liman, Goyer was hired to adapt the book, which he did as a fairly straight superhero film: Liman wanted to strip away some of the conventions of the superhero genre such as the hero having to save the city in the final act , and make the character more of an anti-hero.

I guess it goes to show just how tough Hollywood can be, that you can write Fight Club one minute and be out of work the next.

Fight Club is beating the hell out of other people. How would seeing Alex Jones beating the hell out of himself earn the interest of those who want to take their aggressions out on others. Is Fight Club really just people punching themselves in a room? The fact that a man punching himself in the face is crazy and absurd could be seen as the reason WHY they identify with it — it is against everything that the society they hate and feel imprisoned by is against.

A movie which shows acts of masochism while disguising them as acts of aggression against others sends a mixed message. The guys mix laughter with their cheers, looking at each other in wondrous amusement.

The moment plays like this on screen. The wondrous amusement has been replaced by a genuine fight. Who started that fight? Well, it might have been Jack himself. Its plausible that he goes back and picks a fight with someone — possibly the guys from the beginning — and it expands from there.

It only seems unclear because if the fact it goes forwards and backwards in time constantly. Even the whole movie is one big flashback, with flashbacks inbetween.

I was completely fascinated that they were able to do this and keep the narrative clear and concise. Of course, this was all to keep people from recognizing the twist. This was also the era where movies with twists were big Sixth Sense came out the same year. Columbine hurt Fight Club… FC was supposed to come out in the summer of 99, and they had magazine covers and everything… Columbine happened and the movie got pushed back, which hurt it, and the violent themes bothered those who worried about trench coat wearing kids wreaking havoc and killing people… because movies are easier to blame than the real reason tragic shit happens….

So, yeah… Not much success at the BO but at least, the few people who went to see it got the real point: Yeah, we differ a little on how powerful the engine needs to be to drive a story, but I agree a question can do it. Do you want to sell it? In the end, Fight Club dares to say something and say it in the most realistic, brutal way and I feel the theme hits harder than any punch thrown.

One of my favorite movies ever! I have a theory about the structure here. Jacks desperately needs to sleep, he goes to group therapy, then Marla spoils his little heaven and he needs to get rid of her. He splits groups with her, he has his groups back, but then his apartment is destroyed and he needs a place to stay and so on and so on.

I have still never been a bigger lover of movies or believer in their possibilities than I was in the fall of , when Fight Club and American Beauty were released within weeks of each other.

It is strange Jim Uhls never did anything else of note before or since. Before Fight Club, the book, was published, a proof was sent to a studio reader — who turned it down. The book was also shopped to several producers — who also turned it down.

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One of those readers told the producer or Fincher not sure which that this was definitely not a movie that he would want to make. Arguably, the two most important aspects that can make or break a script are the plot and characters. Great breakdown. Fight Club is one of the movies where the twist really is served by the plot, and one of the things that make it a standout. Same with Sixth Sense. When it is done well, I like when characters break the fourth wall.

It reminds me of Shakespearean soliloquies. When those moments work, they work really well if that makes sense.

Why would he punch himself in the ear. Anyone can punch themselves in the chin or nose, but he punched himself in the ear. Was Norton uncoordinated? Weird, inexplicable and faulty logic. I wonder what the reaction to the script would have been like by readers,producers, et al, if this would have been a spec script by an unknown rather than a script based on a novel by a well-known author.

You will hear a reader boast that they know best what their boss is looking for. The book Fight Club was an absolute revelation when I read it.

It is still one of my all time favorite books. I was so pleased when I heard Fincher was directing. After I fell so hard for Seven, I just knew he was the right person for this one. I knew he would be spot on. Thought I did initially think the advertising was really odd. I think it hurt it. The stark pink and the soap on the poster was cool, but off, and I think it muddied the effect they were going for while confusing the yet-too-be audience.

I loved that it was such a close following of the book. They did change the opening; instead of Tyler standing naked in front of a giant Sand castle Hand at the ocean, if my memory serves right the new opening, after the gun in mouth, was on the airplane.

And the airplane opening was actually much stronger and better. In this opener case, it did though. I wish I had read the book before I saw the film. Fight Club had to grow on me. I was a freshman in college when I first saw it and thought it was too silly. I really hated the ending and the whole plot twist. A few years later, I was a college senior and all of the sudden the movie made sense. Everything he said about life and the world made sense and I fell in love with the movie.

On a different topic, I have to disagree with Rule 9. Of course, as a former journalist, what I really hate is passive voice.

That is like fingernails on a chalkboard to me. But, so many screenwriters use it that complaining about it is like bashing my head against a wall. Andrew Orillion wrote: Two things. There is a grammar of screenwriting — which happens to not be the grammar of newspapers.

Indeed, different newspapers have style manuals that establish their own grammar. Also, what about your very own post: And judging by how many reactions this article got, I guess others liked it too. I also really dig unconventional movies with fascinating characters and high memorability. Fight Club is a postmodern classic. So many great, memorable scenes. Which makes for a good rewatch.

How come when I point that out I get all this crap about reading too much into it, or not reading enough into it. Or people suggesting I said it happens over and over again as a recruitment for Fight Club. It only needs to happen once to cast shadows on the internal logic of the movie.

Some can overlook such details. I had no clue about a book. It gets a lot of praise considering what a major flaw that is. Still a good movie, but…. Interesting article and some useful observations.

I have not sat down and listed the beats, but it seems to me it had a pretty traditional plot. Through this lack of sleep and through the quest for emotional stimulus, his identity lines become blurred as he haunts group therapy sessions for issues that have nothing to do with his problem. This seemingly cures his affliction, until Marla shows up and exposes his charade to himself. Needing stimulus and having now learned how to reinvent his identity, his subconscious creates Tyler.

Act two begins. Through Tyler, his subconscious begins to work out his problems and they create the Fight Club, which evolves into Project Mayhem, through which he declares war on the empty, materialistic world which has fueled his problem.

In the third act he realizes that Tyler is actually him and grapples with how to deal with the damage being done by this personality he has created. He confronts Tyler, but it is only through his finally admitted love for Marla that he is able to commit the act of self destruction necessary to destroy Tyler for good.

Having found and accepted his kindred lost soul his life is no longer empty and his beginning state problem is solved. As a bonus, he has destroyed the underpinnings of modern civilization which was the background for his barren existence. Did Jack and the Project Mayhem guys really blow up those buildings? In the industry, we call them cigarette burns. That's the cue for a changeover. He flips the projectors, movie keeps going and the audience has no idea.

Why would anyone want this shit job? Because it affords him interesting opportunities. Like splicing a frame of pornography into family films. So when the snooty cat and the courageous dog with the celebrity voices first meet, that's when you'll catch a flash of Tyler's contribution to the film.

Nobody knows that they saw it but they did. Nice, big cock. Even a hummingbird couldn't catch Tyler at work. Tyler also works sometimes as a banquet waiter at the luxurious Pressman hotel. He was the guerrilla terrorist of the food service industry.

Do not watch. I cannot go when you watch. Apart from seasoning the lobster bisque, he farted on meringues, and as for the cream of mushroom soup Go ahead, tell 'em.

You get the idea. Do me this one favor. Never been in a fight. But that's a good thing. I don't wanna die without any scars. Hit me, before I lose my nerve.

This is crazy. So go crazy! Let it rip. Who gives a shit? No-one's watching. What do you care? You want me to hit you?! Like, in the face? This is so fucking stupid. He hit me in the ear! No, that was perfect. No, it's all right. It really hurts. Hit me again. No, you hit me.

Come on! We should do this again sometime. I don't know how Tyler found that house but he said he'd been there for a year. It looked like it was waiting to be torn down. Most of the windows were boarded up. There was no lock on the front door from when the police, or whoever, kicked it in. The stairs were ready to collapse. I didn't know if he owned it or was squatting. Neither would have surprised me. That's you. That's me.

That's the toilet. Yeah, thanks. What a shithole. Nothing worked. Turning on one light meant another lightin the house went out. There were no neighbors. Just warehouses and a papermill.

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That fartsmell of steam. The hamster-cage smell of wood chips. What have we here? Every time itrained, we had to kill the power. By the end of the first month, I didn't miss TV. I didn't even mind the warm, stale refrigerator. Can I be next? All right, man. Lose the tie. At night, Tyler and I were alone for half a mile in every direction. Rain trickled down through the plaster and the light fixtures. Everything wooden swelled and shrank.

Everywhere were rusted nails to snag your elbow on. The previous occupant had been a shut-in. Hey, man. What are you reading? Listen to this. It's an article written by an organ in the first person. Without me, Jack could not regulate his heart rate or breathing. I Kill Jack.

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If you could choose, who would you fight? I'd fight my boss, probably.

Who would you fight? I don't know my dad. I mean, I know him, but He left when I was like, six years old. Married this other woman and had some other kids. He did this every six years. My dad never went to college. So I graduate. Call him up long-distance and say, ''Dad, now what?

Now I'm Make my yearly call again. Get married. I'm a year-old boy. We're a generation of men raised by women. I'm wondering if another woman is really the answer we need. Most of the week, we were Ozzie and Harriet. But every Saturday night, we were finding something out. We were finding out more and more that we were not alone. It used to be that when I came home angry or depressed, I'dj ust clean my condo. Polish my Scandinavian furniture. I should have been looking for a new condo or haggling with my insurance company.

I should have been upset about my nice flaming little shit. But I wasn't. The premise of cybernetting an office is make things more efficient. Monday mornings, I just thought about next week. Can I get the icon in cornflower blue? Efficiency is priority No. Because waste is a thief. I showed this to my man here. You liked it, didn't you? You can swallow a pint of blood before you get sick. It was right in everyone's face.

Tyler and I just made it visible. It was on the tip of everyone's tongue. Tyler and I just gave ita name. Come on, you've gotta go home! Turn off the jukebox. Lock the back. Every week, Tyler gave the rules that he and I decided. 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 night at Fight Club you have to fight. This kid from work, Ricky, couldn't remember whether you ordered pens with blue ink or black.

But Ricky was a god for ten minutes when he trounced the maitre d' ofa local food court. Sometimes, all you could hear were the flat, hard, packing sounds over the yelling. Or the wet choke when someone gasped and sprayed You weren't alive anywhere like you were there. But Fight Club only exists in the hours between when Fight Club starts and ends. Even if I could tell someone they had a good fight, I wouldn't be talking to the same man. Who you were in Fight Club is not who you were outside of it.

A guy came to Fight Club for the first time. His ass was a wad of cookie dough. After a few weeks, he was carved out of wood. If you could fight any celebrity, who would you fight? Who'd be tough? I'd fight William Shatner. We all started seeing things differently. Everywhere we went, we were sizing things up.

Is that what a man looks like? Oh, self-improvement is masturbation. Now, self-destruction Excuse me. Fight Club wasn't about winning or losing. It wasn't about words. The hysterical shouting was in tongues like at a Pentecostal Church. When the fight was over, nothing was solved.

But nothing mattered. Afterwards, we all felt saved. How about next week? How about next month?! Irvine, you're in the middle. New guy, you too. Sometimes, Tyler spoke for me. He fell down some stairs. I fell down some stairs. Fight Club became the reason to cut your hairshort or trim your fingernails.

Any historical figure. I'd fight Gandhi.

Good answer. Big guy, big reach. Skinny guys fight till they're burger. Hey, even the Mona Lisa's falling apart. Where have you been the last eight weeks?

I haven't seen you at any support groups. We split 'em up. That was the idea. Yeah, but you haven't been going to yours. I found a new one. Like the testicle thing? Look, this is a bad time. I've been going to Debtors Anonymous. Me too. I've got a stomach full of Xanax. I took what was left of a bottle. It might have been too much. Picture Marla Singer throw herseIf around her crummy apartment. This isn't a for-real suicide thing.

This is probably a cry-for-help thing. So you're staying in tonight, then? Do you wanna wait and hear me describe death?

Do you wanna listen and see if my spirit can use a phone? Have you ever heard a death rattle before? Tyler's door was closed. I'd been here for two months and his door was never closed. You won't believe this dream I had last night. I can hardly believe anything about last night.

What are you doing here? This is my house. Fuck you! Oh, you've got some fucked-up friends! Limber, though. Silly cooze. I come in last night. Phone's off the hook. Guess who's on the other end? I knew the story before he told me. Do you think it'll live up to its name?

Or will it just be a death hairball?

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Prepare to evacuate soul. Ten, nine, How could Tyler, of all people, think it was a bad thing that Marla Singer was about to die? Five, four Hang on. You got here fast. Did I call you? The mattress is all sealed in slippery plastic. Oh, don't worry.

It's not a threat to you. Oh, fuck! Somebody called the cops. The girl who lives there used to be a charming, lovely girl. She has lost faith in herself. If I fall asleep, I'm done for. You're gonna have to keep me up all night. He was obviously able to handle it.

You're not into her, are you? God, not at all. I am Jack's raging bile duct. Are you sure? You can tell me. Believe me, l'm sure. She's a predator posing as a house pet. Stay away. The shit that came out of this woman's mouth, I had never heard! My God. I haven't been fucked like that since grade school. How could Tyler not go for that? The other night, he was splicing sex organs into Cinderella. Marla doesn't need a lover, just a case worker. Or a wash. This isn't love, it's sport fucking.

She invaded my support groups and now my home. Hey, hey. Sit down. Now, listen. I can't have you talking to her about me. Why would I Say anything about me or what goes on in this house to her or anybody, You promise? If only l had wasted a few minutes and gone to watch Marla Singer die, none of this would have happened. Harder, yes! Oh, harder, harder!

On the third floor where I might not have heard them. But I didn't. Wanna finish her off? No, thank you. I became the calm little center of the world. I was the Zen master. I wrote little haiku poems. I e-mailed them to everyone. Is that your blood? Some of it, yeah. You can't smoke in here. Take the rest of the day off. Come back Monday with some clean clothes. Get yourself together.

I got right in everyone's hostile face. We have some new information about the incident at your former condo. I don't know if you're aware, but someone sprayed Freon into your front-door lock. They used a chisel to shatter the cylinder. No, I wasn't aware of that. I am Jack's coldsweat. Does this sound strange to you? Yes, sir, strange. Very strange. It means it was home-made. I'm sorry. This is just coming as quite a shock to me, sir.

Whoever set this dynamite could have blown out your pilot light days before the explosion. Tell him the liberator who destroyed my property realigned my perceptions.

Are you there? I am listening. It's hard to know what to make of this. Have you recently made enemies who might have access to home-made dynamite? Look, nobody takes this more seriously than me.

That condo was my life. I loved every stick of furniture in that place. That was not just a bunch ofstuff that got destroyed.

Tell him you blew it all up! That's what he wants to hear. Are you saying that I'm a suspect? I may need to talk to you, so you let me know if you're gonna leave town.

Except for their humping, Tyler and Marla were never in the same room. My parents pulled this exact same act for years. The condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip one on when you meet a stranger. Then you throw it away. The condom, I mean. Not the stranger. It was worth every penny.

It's a bridesmaid's dress. Someone loved it intensely for one day. Then tossed it. Like a Christmas tree. So special. Then bam! It's on the side of the road.

Tinsel still clinging to it. Like a sex crime victim. Underwear inside out. You can borrow it sometime. Get rid of her.

You get rid of her! I am six years old again, passing messages between parents. I can't keep up. Gotta get off Thanks. Gotta get off of this merry-go-round Gonna get, need to get Gotta get You kids! Why do you still waste time with her? I'll say this about Marla. At least she's trying to hit bottom. And I'm not? Feathers up your butt do not make you a chicken. What are we doing tonight? To make soap, first we render fat. The salt balance has to be just right so the best fat for soap comes from humans.

Pay dirt! Richest, creamiest fat in the world. Fat of the land! Don't pull it, don't pull it! As the fat renders, the tallows float to the surface. Like in Boy Scouts. Once the tallow hardens, you skim off a layer of glycerin. Add nitric acid, you've got nitroglycerin.

Then add sodium nitrate and sawdust, you've got dynamite. Yeah, with enough soap, one could blow up just about anything. Tyler was full of useful information. People found clothes got cleaner when washed at a certain point in the river. Human sacrifices were once made on the hills above this river. Bodies burnt. Water permeated the ashes to create lye. This is lye. The crucial ingredient.

Once it mixed with the melted body fat, a white soapy discharge crept into the river. May I see your hand, please? What is this? This is a chemical burn. It will hurt more than any burn and it will leave a scar.

Meditation worked for cancer, it could work now. The first soap was made from heroes' ashes, like the first monkey shot into space. Without pain or sacrifice, we would have nothing. I tried not to think of the word searing offlesh. Stop it! This is your pain, this is your burning hand. I'm going to my cave to find my power animal. Don't deal with this the way those dead people do! You're feeling premature enlightenment. It's the greatest moment of your life, and you're off somewhere else!

I am not! Shut up! Our fathers were our models for God. If our fathers bailed, what does that tell you about God? Listen to me. You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, He hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen. We don't need Him! We are God's unwanted children? So be it! First, you have to give up.

First, you have to know, not fear, know that some day, you're gonna die. You don't know how this feels! It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything. You're one step closer to hitting the bottom. God knows what they charged. It was beautiful. We were selling rich women their own fat asses back to them. He was wearing his yellow tie. I didn't wear a tie to work anymore. I must have left it in the copy machine. Pretend you're me.

Make a managerial decision. You find this. What would you do? Well, I gotta tell you, I'd be very, very careful who you talk to about that. Because the person who wrote that is dangerous. And this button-down, Oxford-cloth psycho might just snap and then stalk from office to office with an Armalite AR10 carbine gas-powered semiautomatic weapon, pumping round after round into colleagues and co-workers.

This might be someone you've known for years. Someone very, very close to you. Tyler's words coming out of my mouth. And I used to be such a nice guy. Or maybe you shouldn't bring me every piece of trash you pick up. Will you excuse me? I need to take this. I don't know about this, Marla. She didn't call Tyler. I'm neutralin her book. That's nice.

Taking food to Mrs Haniver and Mrs Raines. Where are they, exactly? Tragically, they're dead. I'm alive and I'm in poverty. Want any? Thanks for the thought. What happened to your hand? Oh, nothing. Right there? Well, make sure. OK, I'm pretty sure. You feel nothing? No, nothing. Well, that's a relief. Breast cancer doesn't run in my family. Well, thanks, anyway. See you It's me! Hey, Bob. Still here. Still remaining men together? The first rule is, I'm not supposed to talk about it.

And the second rule is I'm not supposed to talk about it. I'm a member. Look at my face, Bob. That's fucking Yeah, hey, to both of us, right? Have you heard about the guy that invented it? Supposedly, he was born in a mental institution and he sleeps only one hour a night. He's a great man.

Do you know about Tyler Durden? I didn't hurt you, did I? Actually, you did. Thank you for this. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Fight Club. This was mine and Tyler's gift.

Our gift to the world. I look around, I look around, I see a lot of new faces. Which means a lot of people have been breaking the first two rules of Fight Club. I see in Fight Club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential.

And I see it squandered. Goddamn it, an entire generation pumping gas. Waiting tables. Slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes. Working jobs we hate so we can download shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars.

But we won't. We're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off. There's a sign on the front that says Lou's Tavern. I'm fucking Lou. Who the fuck are you? Who told you motherfuckers that you could use my place? We have a deal worked out with Irvine. Irvine's at home with a broken collarbone. He don't own this place. It is, actually. Look, stupid fuck! You should join our club. Did you hear what I just said?

You and your friend. You hear me now? No, I didn't quite catch that, Lou. Still not getting it. OK, OK, I got it. I got it, I got it. Shit, I lost it. All ofyou! Everybody back! Ah, Lou! Come on, man! We really like this place. Get it out. Oh, yeah! Is that fucking funny? Fucking guy is a loony, I'm telling you. You don't know where I've been! Please let us keep it, Lou! Please, Lou! Fucking use the basement!

I want your word, Lou! I want your word! On my mother's eyes. Thanks, Lou. You too, big guy. We'll see you next week. This week, each one of you has a homework assignment. You're gonna go out. You're gonna start a fight with a total stranger. You're gonna start a fight and you're gonna lose. Excellent choice, sir.

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