(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.