Fight Club – Adult Males – Dramatic

“You buy furniture.” from the film “Fight Club.” Jack talks about losing all his stuff. Then Tyler gets him to ask if he can stay at his place, for a favor. He proceeds to ask Jack :I want you to hit me as hard as you can.” Ideal for Adult Males in their 20s-30s. 1-2 Mins.

Written By: Chuck Palahniuk and Jim Uhls

JACK and TYLER:

A small building in the middle of a concrete parking lot.

     INT. LOU’S TAVERN – SAME

     Jack and Tyler sit in the back, with a pitcher of BEER.

                             JACK

                You buy furniture.  You tell

                yourself: this is the last sofa I’ll

                ever need.  No matter what else

                happens, I’ve got the sofa issue

                handled.  Then, the right set of

                dishes.  The right dinette.

                             TYLER

                This is how we fill up our lives.

     Tyler lights a cigarette.

                             JACK

                I guess so.

                             TYLER

                And, now it’s gone.

                             JACK

                All gone.

     Tyler offers cigarettes.  Jack declines.

                             TYLER

                Could be worse.  A woman could cut

                off your penis while you’re asleep

                 and toss it out the window of a

                moving car.

                             JACK

                There’s always that.

                             TYLER

                I don’t know, maybe I’m wrong. Maybe

                it’s a terrible tragedy.

                             JACK

                …no …no …

                             TYLER

                I mean, you did lose a lot of nice,

                neat little shit.  The trendy paper

                lamps, the Euro-trash shelving unit,

                am I right?

     Jack laughs, nods.  He shakes his head, drinks.

                             TYLER

                But maybe, just maybe, you’ve been

                delivered.

                             JACK

                      (toasts)

                Delivered from Swedish furniture.

                             TYLER

                Delivered from armchairs in obscure

                green stripe patterns.

                             JACK

                 Delivered from Martha Stewart.

                             TYLER

                Delivered from bullshit colors like

                “Cobalt,” “Ebony,” and “Fuchsia.”

     They laugh together.  Then, silence.  They drink.

                             JACK

                Insurance’ll cover it.

                             TYLER

                Oh, yeah, you gotta start making the

                list.

                             JACK

                What list?

                            TYLER

                The “now I get to go out and buy the

                exact same stuff all over again”

                list.  That list.

                             JACK

                I don’t… think so.

                             TYLER

                This time maybe get a widescreen TV.

                You’ll be occupied for weeks.

                             JACK

                Well, I have to file a claim…

                             TYLER

                The things you own, they end up

                owning you.

                             JACK

                Don’t I?

                             TYLER

                Do what you like.

                             JACK

                      (looks at watch)

                God, it’s late.  I should find a

                hotel…

                             TYLER

                A hotel?

                             JACK

                Yeah.

                             TYLER

                So, you called me up, because you

                just wanted to have a drink before

                you… go find a hotel?

                             JACK

                I don’t follow…

                             TYLER

                We’re on our third pitcher of beer.

                Just ask me.

                             JACK

                Huh?

                             TYLER

                You called me so you could have a

                place to stay.

                            JACK

                No, I…

                             TYLER

                Why don’t you cut the shit and ask if

                you can stay at my place?

                             JACK

                Would that be a problem?

                             TYLER

                Is it a problem for you to ask?

                             JACK

                Can I stay at your place?

                             TYLER

                Yes, you can.

                             JACK

                Thank you.

                             TYLER

                You’re welcome.  But, I want you to

                do me one favor.

                             JACK

                What’s that?

                             TYLER

                 I want you to hit me as hard as you

                can.

                             JACK

                What?

                             TYLER

                I want you to hit me as hard as you

                can.

     Tyler and Jack come out the back door.

                             JACK

                I don’t know about this.

                             TYLER

                I don’t know, either.  I want to find

                out.  I’ve never been hit, have you?

                             JACK

                No.  That’s a good thing, isn’t it?

                             TYLER

                I don’t want to die without any

                scars.  How much can you really know

                about yourself if you’ve never been

                in a fight?  Come on… you’re the

                only person I’ve ever asked.

                             JACK

                Me?

     Jack stares at him.

                             TYLER

                Why not you?  I’m letting you go

                first.  Do it.

                             JACK

                This is crazy.

                             TYLER

                Alright, go crazy.  Let ‘er rip.

                             JACK

                 Where do you want it?  In the face?

                             TYLER

                Surprise me.

     Jack swings a wide, clumsy roundhouse — hits Tyler’s

     neck — makes a dull, flat sound.

                             JACK

                 Shit. Sorry.  That didn’t count.

                             TYLER

                Like hell.  That counted.

     Tyler shoots out a straight punch to Jack’s chest. Jack

     falls back against a car.  His eyes tear up.

                            TYLER

                How do you feel?

                             JACK

                Strange.

                             TYLER

                But a good strange.

                             JACK

                Is it?

                             TYLER

                We’ve crossed the threshold.  You

                want to call it off?

                             JACK

                Call what off?

                             TYLER

                The fight.

                             JACK

                What fight?

                             TYLER

                This fight, pussy.

     Jack swings another roundhouse that slams right under

     Tyler’s ear.  Tyler punches Jack in the stomach.  Tyler and

     Jack move clumsily, throwing punches.  They breathe heavier,

     drooling saliva and blood, growing dizzier from every impact.

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