You are not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive.

You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-seeing, all-dancing crap of the world.

Gentlemen, welcome to Now Playing's bonus review of Fight Club.

If you wake up at a different time in a different place, did you wake up as a different person?

Hosted by Arnie. Supposedly. He was born in a middle institution and he sleeps only one hour a night.

Stuart. He was full of pev. Must have had his Grande Latte animal.

And Marjorie. The little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you could stop hunting it but you can't.

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As always, I will carry you kicking and screaming and in the end you will think.

Today we're discussing Fight Club.

Starring Brad Pitt, Edward Norton, Helen a bottom-quarter directed by David Fincher.

I am Jack's constant co-host of Now Playing. You can call me Arnie.

Stuart and L.A. And Marjorie.

And I'm sorry all you space monkeys but we are going to break the rules here.

We are going to discuss Fight Club. Finally, a movie I think we've all kind of hoped that we could cover at some point,

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