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I'd like a powder pink vintage dress, like Marla Singer's! It'll go perfectly with my imaginairy polkadotted stockings and everything.

Marla Singer: I got this dress at a thrift store for one dollar.

Narrator: It was worth every penny.

Marla Singer: It's a bridesmaid's dress. Someone loved it intensely for one day, and then tossed it. Like a Christmas tree. So special. Then, bam, it's on the side of the road. [Grabs Narrator's crotch]

Marla Singer: Tinsel still clinging to it. Like a sex crime victim. Underwear inside out. Bound with electrical tape.

Narrator: Well, then it suits you.

Marla Singer: You can borrow it sometime.

Gotta love Fight Club.