Fight Club

The back door opens and Tyler brings the store's clerk out at gunpoint, forces him to his knees. Jack is already there, freaked. Tyler points the gun at the clerk's head.

JACK: What are you doing? Come on...
TYLER(to the clerk): Hands behind your back.
JACK: God!
TYLER (to the clerk): Give me your wallet.

The Clerk fumbles his wallet out of his pocket and Tyler snatches it. Tyler pulls out the driver's license.

TYLER: Raymond K. Hessel. 1320 SE Benning, apartment A. Small, cramped basement apartment, Raymond?
RAYMOND: How'd you know?
TYLER: Because they give shitty basement apartments letters instead of numbers. Raymond, you are going to die.
RAYMOND: No...

Tyler rummages through the wallet.

TYLER: Is that your mom and dad? Mom and dad will have to call kindly dr. so-and-so to dig up your dental records, do you wanna know why? Because there won't be nothing left of your face.
RAYMOND: Oh...
JACK: Aw, come on!

Raymond begins to weep, shoulders heaving.

TYLER: An expired community college student ID! What did you study, Raymond?
RAYMOND: S-s-s-stuff...
TYLER: Stuff? Were the midterms hard?

Tyler rams the gun barrel against Raymond's temple.

TYLER: I asked you what you studied.
RAYMOND: Biology, mostly.
TYLER: Why?
RAYMOND: I don't know...
TYLER: What did you want to be, Raymond K. Hessel?

Raymond weeps and says nothing. Tyler cocks the gun. Raymond gasps.

TYLER: The question, Raymond, was what did you want to be?
JACK: Answer, Raymond! Jesus!
RAYMOND: Veterinarian! Veterinarian!
TYLER: Animals.
RAYMOND: Yeah, animals and s-s-s....
TYLER: --Stuff, yeah I got that. That means you have to get more schooling.
RAYMOND: Too much school.
TYLER: Would you rather be dead? Would you rather die? Here? On your knees? In the back of a convenience store?
RAYMOND: No!!

Tyler unlocks the gun, lowers it.

TYLER: I'm keeping your license. I'm going to check in on you. I know where you live. If you aren't back in school and on your way to being a veterinarian in six weeks, you will be dead. Now run on home.

Tyler throws him his wallet. Raymond takes it, staggers to his feet and heads down an alleyway, running.

TYLER: Run, Forrest, run!
JACK: I feel ill.
TYLER: Imagine how he feels.
JACK: Come on, this isn't funny! That wasn't funny! What the fuck was the point of that?
TYLER: Tomorrow will be the most beautiful day in Raymond K. Hessel's life. His breakfast will taste better than any meal you or I have ever tasted.

Tyler throws the gun back to Jack and walks away.