David Fincher - Fight Club (Tyler Durden) lyrics

JACK (V.O.) Let me tell you a little bit about Tyler Durden. EXTREME CLOSE-UP - FILM FRAME --And we can see it's a PENIS. INT. PROJECTIONIST ROOM - THEATRE - NIGHT Jack, in the foreground, FACES CAMERA. In the BACKGROUND, Tyler sits at a bench, looking at individual FRAMES that have been cut out of movies. Near him, the PROJECTOR rolls a film. JACK Tyler works some nights as a projectionist. A film doesn't come in one big reel ... Tyler speaks to Jack normally, not to the camera. TYLER In an old theatre, two projectors are used. I have to change projectors at the exact second so the audience never sees the break when one reel starts and one reel runs out. You can see two dots on screen at the end of a reel -- this is the warning. PG 36 JACK He splices single frames of genitalia from p**no movies into family films. TYLER One-twenty-forth of a second. That's how long the penis flashes up there. Towering, slippery, red and terrible, and no one knows they've seen it. Jack and Tyler watch the audience of PARENTS and CHILDREN as an ANIMAL adventure MOVIE plays. Suddenly, children start becoming uncomfortable and squirming. Some start CRYING. Some THROW UP. JACK Tyler also worked as a ... INT. LARGE BANQUET HALL - NIGHT Tyler moves the cart around one of many tables, ladling out soup. Jack stands in the same position. FACING CAMERA. JACK ... banquet waiter at the luxurious Pressman Hotel. The GUESTS are dressed in resplendent clothes, reeking of wealth and privilege. They command the WAITERS with snaps of the finger. Complaints pop like gunshots. The stiff-necked CATERING MANAGER contemptuously hawk-eyes the waiters. It's hellish. INT. SERVICE ELEVATOR - NIGHT Jack turns and WE PAN to Tyler, standing by a CART with a giant SOUP TUREEN and bowls. His hands are at his open fly and he's in position to piss into the soup. TYLER Don't watch. I can't if you watch me. CAMERA PANS to original position as Jack continues TO CAMERA. JACK He was a guerrilla terrorist of the food service industry. TYLER (O.S.) sh**. I can't go. PG 37 After a beat, the sound of WATER SPLASHING the floor. Jack peeks and sees Tyler pouring out a water gla** with one hand, the other hand at his crotch. TYLER ... Oh, yeah. *Oh*, yeah. Jack turns back TO CAMERA. JACK He farted on creme brulee; he sneezed on braised endive; and, with creme of mushroom soup, he ... he ... TYLER (O.S.) Go ahead. Say it. JACK Well, you get the idea.