Wednesday, 16 March 2011

Raymond ! You are going to Die. 《 Fight Club, 1999, David Fincher 》

T- Tyler Durden
N- Edward Norton (The Narrator)
R--Raymond K Hessel (the staff of convenience store)



T: Stop for a second.

N: What are you doing?

T: Turn around.( get a gun from Edward Norton's bag)

N: What are we doing?

T: Homework assignment.

N: What kind home work assignment?


T: Human Sacrifice.


N: Hey, is that a gun? Please,please tell me is not a gun.

T: It's a Gun.

N: what are you doing.

T: Meet me in the back.

N: No, Wait, Hey, Don't Fuck around.

T: Meet me in the back.

N: (On a long enough time line, the survial rate for everyone drops to zero.)





*Taylor Dunton drags Raymond K Hessel (who is the staff of convenience store) to the back of convenicnce store.



N: what are you doing, Come on.

T: Hands behind your back. Give me your wallet.

T: Raymond K Hessel. 1320 SE Banning, Apartment A. Small, cramped basement apartment?

R: How did you know?

T: Cause this shitting bag gives us apartment letters.

T: Raymond! you are going to Die.

R: No.

T: Is that your Mon and Dad? They gonna have call the kindly doctor pickup your dental records, Wanna know why?

T: Cause there nothing gonna left of your face.

N: Oh, Come on!

T: An expired community collage student ID. what did you study, Raymond?

R: S...S...Stuff.

T: Stuff?

T:Were the midterms hard? I ask you what are you studied!

R: Biology, Mostly.

T: Why?

R: I don't know.

T: What did you wanna be,Raymond K Hessel?!
The question, Raymond,was what did you want to be?


N:Answer him! Raymond, Jesus!


R:Veterinarian(獸醫),Veterinarian.

T: Animals!


R: Yeah. Animals and stuff.


T: Stuff. Yeah,I got that.

T:So you need more schooling.


R: Too much schooling.


T: Would you rather be dead?

R:No, please...



T:You'd rather be die here,on your knees,in the back of a convenience store?

R: Please, no...no.



T:I'll keeping your car license.
Gonna check in on you, I know where you live.

If you are not working to be veterinarian in six weeks, you will be dead.


T: Now run on home.
T: Run, Forrest, run.(跑吧,阿甘,快跑)



N : I felt ill.


T: Imagine how he feels.


N: Come on, this isn't funny.
It isn't funny. what the fuck was the point of that?


T: Tommorow will be the most beautiful day of Raymond K Hessel's Life. His breakfast will taste better than any meal you and i have ever tasted.

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