fight club but it's just my favourite marla singer moments

Narrator : And she. . .

ruined. . .

everything. Marla : This is cancer, right ? Narrator : This chick, Marla Singer, did not have testicular cancer.

Narrator : She was a liar. Marla : Slide. Narrator : Hey, we need to talk.

Marla : Sure. Marla : So ? Narrator : Oh God, why are you doing this ?

Marla : It's cheaper than a movie and there's free coffee. Narrator : When people think you're dying, then they really really listen to you instead of just- Marla : Instead of just waiting for their turn to speak. Marla : Candy stripe a cancer ward, it's not my problem.

Narrator : You take lymphoma and tuberculosis- Marla : You take tuberculosis, my smoking doesn't go over at all. Marla : Well technically, I have more of a right to be there than you. You still have your balls.

Narrator : You're kidding ? Marla : I don't know, am I ? Marla : I want brain parasites.

Narrator : I'll take the blood parasites, but I'm gonna take the organic brain dementia, okay ? Marla : I want that. Narrator : You can't have the whole brain !

Marla : So far, you have four, I only have two. Narrator : Okay, take both the parasites, they're yours, now we both have three. .

. Narrator : What, are you selling those ? Marla : Yes, I'm selling some clothes.

Marla : That's your favorite too ? Marla : Should we ? Narrator : Marla's philosophy of life was that she might die at any moment.

Narrator : The tragedy, she said, was that she didn't. Marla : Doesn't have your name. .

. Marla : Who are you ? Cornelius ?

Rupert ? Travis ? Marla : Any of the stupid names you give each night ?

Narrator : I'm just on my way out. Marla : Me too, I've got a stomach full of Xanax. .

. Narrator : So you're staying in tonight then ? Marla : Do you want to wait ?

And hear me describe death ? Marla : Do you want to listen, and see  if my spirit can use a phone ? Marla : Have you ever heard a death rattle before ?

Do you think it'll live up to its name ? Marla : . .

. or will it just be a death. .

. hairball ? Marla : Prepare.

. . to evacuate soul.

. . Marla : The mattress is all sealed in slippery plastic.

Marla : Oh f*ck, somebody called the cops. . .

Marla : The girl who lives here used to be a charming, lovely girl. Marla : She's lost faith in herself. Marla : She's a monster !

Marla : She's infectious human waste ! Marla : Good luck trying to save her ! Marla : My god, I haven't been f*cked like that since grade school.

. . Narrator : You won't believe this dream I had last night.

. . Marla : Yeah, I can hardly believe anything about last night.

. . Marla : F*ck you !

Marla : *singing the theme of Valley of the Dolls* Marla : My tits gonna rot off. Narrator : That's nice, taking food to Mr Haniver and Mr Raines ? Narrator : Where are they, exactly ?

Marla : Tragically, they're dead. I'm  alive and I'm in poverty. Marla : See you.

Around. . .

Marla : I just can't win with you, can I ? Narrator : Tyler isn't here. Narrator : Tyler went away.

Narrator : Tyler's gone. Marla : What kind of stupid question is that ? Marla : Tyler Durden, Tyler Durden, you f*cking freak !

What's going on ? Marla : Whatever. Marla : You're Doctor Jekyll and MrJackass.

Narrator : The full extent of our relationship wasn't really clear to me up until now, Narrator : for reasons I'm not gonna go into Narrator : But the important thing is, I know that I haven't been treating- Marla : Yeah, whatever. Narrator : I really like you, Marla. Marla : You do ?

Narrator : I really do, I care about you, Narrator : and I don't want anything bad to happen to you because of me. . .

Narrator : Marla, your life is in danger. Marla : What ? Marla : You're an insane person.

Narrator : No, I've involved you in something terrible that's about to happen- Marla : No. Marla : Shut up. Marla : SHUT UP!

Marla : You're spectacular in bed, but- Marla : You're the worst thing that ever happened to me. Marla : You ! Narrator : Hi, Marla.

Marla : What kinda sick f*cking game are you playing there, putting me on a f*cking bus- Marla : Oh my god, your face ! Narrator : Everything's gonna be fine. *Where is My Mind ?