Quiz - Tyler Durden or My Father at Thanksgiving Dinner?

Who said it: Tyler Durden or My Father at Thanksgiving Dinner?

1) How’s that working out for you?  Being clever?

2) Isn’t it time you realized your full potential and became a real man?

3) Get married.  Buy a house.  Start a family.  This is what you've always wanted, right?

4) Meanwhile you’re wasting your time, writing your little satirical pieces instead of contributing to society.

5) Do you have any idea how much we spent on your MFA?

6) Oh what’s that?  You’re not doing it for the money?  Just for “the exposure?”  That’s the same excuse you used on improv classes!

7) Yes, I’m aware that the world needs artists now more than ever, but that doesn’t prevent you from working as a copywriter to subsidize your “art.”

8) Yes, I’ve read the examples you’ve sent.  Those “Who said it?” quizzes.

9) Even your mother felt they were too cute by half.

10) No, Valerie,  That wasn't meant as an insult.  I'm sorry you took it that way.  Can we please get back to dinner?

11) It's always the same punchline where it turns out that all the quotes are from one speaker.  Like that “Mike Pence or Cruella de Vil” one that you self-published on that Facebook blog thing of yours.

12) Because if you have to explain your core concept, then it isn’t a good bit of satire!

13) Yes, I’m aware of what “subverting expectations” means.  I get it.  It’s very clever.

14) How’s that working out for you?  Being clever?

Answers:

Tyler Durden - 1, 14

My Dad - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

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