(man in crowd) Keep it down. Keep it down!
(Jack) Every week, Tyler gave the rules that
he and I decided.
(Tyler) Gentlemen...
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.
[laughing]
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.
[yelling]
(Jack) This kid from work, Ricky,
couldn't remember whether
you ordered pens with blue ink or black
(crowd) Come on, man!
but Ricky was a god for ten minutes
when he trounced the maitre d' of a local
food court. [punch]
Sometimes all you could hear
were the flat, hard packing sounds over the yelling
[loud punch, yelling]
or the wet choke when someone caught their breath and sprayed.
(man fighting) Stop!
You weren't alive anywhere like you were there.
But fight club only exists
in the hours between when
fight club starts and when fight club 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
in the rest of the world.
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?
(Tyler) Alive or dead?
(Jack) Doesn't matter, who'd be tough?
(Tyler) Hemingway.
You?
(Jack) Shatner.
I'd fight William Shatner.