Narrator: Oh, it's late. Hey, thanks for the beer. Tyler Durden: Yeah, man. Narrator: I should find a hotel. Tyler Durden: [in disbelief] What? Narrator: What? Tyler Durden: A hotel? Narrator: Yeah. Tyler Durden: Just ask, man. Narrator: What are you...
Narrator: Now, look - will the soundtrack kindly produce a sound? [it is silent] Narrator: Go on, don't be nervous. Go ahead - any sound. Narrator: [blows a "raspberry", vibrating as it does so] Narrator: [laughs] Narrator: Umm... that isn't *quite* ...
Narrator: Tyler, what the fuck is going on here? Tyler Durden: I ask you for one thing, one simple thing. Narrator: Why do people think that I'm you? Answer me! Tyler Durden: Sit. Narrator: Now answer me, why do people think that I'm you. Tyler Durde...
[first lines] [Tyler points a gun into the Narrator's mouth] Narrator: [voiceover] People are always asking me if I know Tyler Durden. Tyler Durden: Three minutes. This is it - ground zero. Would you like to say a few words to mark the occasion? Narr...
Narrator: Hello? Tyler Durden: [Eating breakfast cereal] Who is this? Narrator: Tyler? Tyler Durden: Who is this? Narrator: Uh... we met... we met on the airplane. We had the same suitcase. Uh... the clever guy? Tyler Durden: Oh yeah, right. [Snicker...
[Tyler and Narrator are discussing ideal opponents] Tyler Durden: OK: any historic figure. Narrator: I'd fight Gandhi. Tyler Durden: Good answer. Narrator: How about you? Tyler Durden: Lincoln. Narrator: Lincoln? Tyler Durden: Big guy, big reach. Ski...
Filmmakers who use narrators pay a price for taking the easy way: narrated films date far more quickly than films without narrators.
Narrator: He was *the* guerilla terrorist in the food service industry. [the Narrator looks at Tyler, who's urinating in a pot] Tyler Durden: Do not watch. I cannot go when you watch. Narrator: Apart from seasoning the lobster bisque, he farted on th...
Narrator: I want you to listen to me very carefully, Tyler. Tyler Durden: Okay... Narrator: My eyes are open. [the Narrator puts the gun into his mouth and pulls trigger]
Narrator: Was it ticking? Airport Security Officer: Actually throwers don't worry about ticking 'cause modern bombs don't tick. Narrator: Sorry, throwers? Airport Security Officer: Baggage handlers. But, when a suitcase vibrates, then the throwers go...
[first lines] [two figures visible on the horizon prepare to duel. Three witnesses stand between them] Second: Gentlemen, cock your pistols! Gentlemen... Narrator: Barry's father... Second: ...aim your pistols! Narrator: ...had been bred, like many o...
Tyler Durden: Did you know that if you mix equal parts of gasoline and frozen orange juice concentrate you can make napalm? Narrator: No, I did not know that; is that true? Tyler Durden: That's right... One could make all kinds of explosives, using s...
Narrator: No, you have a house. Tyler Durden: Rented in your name. Narrator: You have jobs! You have a whole life! Tyler Durden: You have night jobs because you can't sleep. Why do you stay up and make soap? Narrator: Marla. You're fucking Marla, Tyl...
Narrator: [V.O] This is Bob. Bob had bitch tits. [Camera pans to a REMAINING MEN TOGETHER sign] Narrator: [V.O] This was a support group for men with testicular cancer. The big moosie slobbering all over me... that was Bob. Robert 'Bob' Paulson: We'r...
Mr. Parker: Holy smokes. Do... Do you know what this is? This is... A lamp! Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] It was indeed a lamp. Mr. Parker: Isn't that great? What a great lamp. Mother: I don't know... Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] The old man's eyes ...
Tyler Durden: [the Narrator is trying to disarm a car bomb of nitroglycerin] You don't know which wire to pull. Narrator: I know everything you do, so if you know I know. Tyler Durden: Or maybe, since I knew you'd know I spent all days thinking about...
Narrator: I just need to know if you've seen Tyler. Proprietor of Dry Cleaners: I'm not disclosed to bespeak any such information to you, nor would I, even if I had said information you want, at this juncture be able Narrator: [Resigned] You're a mor...
Narrator: [Tyler steers the car into the opposite lane and accelerates] What are you doing? Tyler Durden: Guys, what would you wish you'd done before you died? Ricky: Paint a self-portrait. The Mechanic: Build a house. Tyler Durden: [to Narrator] And...
Tyler Durden: Now, ancient people found their clothes got cleaner if they washed them at a certain spot in the river. You know why? Narrator: No. Tyler Durden: Human sacrifices were once made on the hills above this river. Bodies burnt, water speeded...
A play, after all, is a mystery. There's no narration. And as soon as there's no narration, it's open to interpretation. It must be interpreted. You don't have a choice... Each play can become many things.
Narrator: [Narrator/Death] The only truth that I truly know is that I am haunted by humans.
