Fight Club (1999)

Tyler Durden: The best fat for making soap comes from humans. Narrator: Wait. What is this place? Tyler Durden: A liposuction clinic.

Narrator: Except for their humping, Tyler and Marla were never in the same room. My parents pulled this exact same stunt for years.

Marla Singer: A condom is the glass slipper for our generation. You slip one on when you meet a stranger. You "dance" all night, and then you throw it away. The condom, I mean, not the stranger. Narrator: What?

Tyler Durden: Fuck Martha Stewart. Martha's polishing brass on the Titanic.

[Of Marla.] Tyler Durden: She's a predator posing as a house pet.

Narrator: Marla...the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you could stop tonguing it, but you can't.

Narrator: He had a plan. Maybe you just didn't see it 'til it hit you between the eyes. But, it started to make sense... in a Tyler sort of way. No fear. No distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide.

Narrator: This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time.

Tyler Durden: How much can you know about yourself if you've never been in a fight?

[after vigorous sex with Tyler Durden] Marla Singer: I haven't been fucked like that since grade school!

Tyler Durden: Our generation has had no Great Depression, no Great War. Our war is a spiritual war. Our depression is our lives.

Tyler Durden: We are a generation of men raised by women. I'm beginning to wonder if another woman is what we really need.

Tyler Durden: I look the way you want to look, I fuck the way you want to fuck.

Boss: Is that your blood? Narrator: Some of it, yeah.

- Tyler Durden: You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

Narrator: With insomnia, you're never really asleep; you're never really awake.

Tyler Durden: We were raised on television to believe that we'd all be millionares, movie gods, rock stars, but we won't. And we're starting to figure that out.

Tyler Durden: You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else.

Narrator: We were selling rich women their own fat asses back to them.

Tyler Durden: It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything.

Tyler Durden: The things you own end up owning you.

[Tyler and Narrator are discussing ideal opponents.] Tyler Durden: OK: any historic figure. Narrator: I'd fight Gandhi. Tyler Durden: Good answer. Narrator: How about you? Tyler Durden: Lincoln. Narrator: Lincoln? Tyler Durden: Big guy, big reach. Skinny guys fight 'til they're burger.

Narrator: A new car built by my company leaves somewhere traveling at 60 mph. The rear differential locks up. The car crashes and burns with everyone trapped inside. Now: should we initiate a recall? Take the number of vehicles in the field, A, multiply by the probable rate of failure, B, multiply by the average out-of-court settlement, C. A times B times C equals X. If X is less than the cost of a recall, we don't do one. Business woman on plane: Are there a lot of these kinds of accidents? Narrator: You wouldn't believe. Business woman on plane: Which car company do you work for? Narrator: A major one.

Tyler Durden: You have a kind of sick desperation in your laugh.

Tyler Durden: Our fathers were our models for God. If they bailed, what does that tell you about God? You have to be prepared for the possibility that God does not like you.

Narrator: If I had a tumor, I'd name it Marla.

Tyler Durden: We're designed to be hunters and we're in a society of shopping. There's nothing to kill anymore, there's nothing to fight, nothing to overcome, nothing to explore. In that social emasculation this everyman is created.

[meeting aboard an airliner] Narrator: What do you do for a living? Tyler Durden: Why? So you can pretend like you're interested?

[at a cancer support meeting] Narrator: Oh yeah, Chloe... Chloe looked how Meryl Streep's skeleton would look if you made it smile and walk around the party being extra nice to everyone. Chloe: Well, I'm still here. But I don't know for how long. That's as much certainty as anyone can give me... I have some good news: I no longer have any fear of death. [audience claps] But I am in a pretty lonely place. No one will have sex with me. I'm so close to the end and all I want is to get laid for the last time... I have pornographic movies in my apartment, lubricants, and amyl nitrate... [the group leader takes the mic] Group Leader: Everyone, let's thank Chloe.

Narrator: A guy started at Fight Club, his ass was a wad of cookie dough. After a few weeks, he was carved out of wood.

Narrator: I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. And then I ran some more.

Tyler Durden: Did you know that by mixing equal parts of gasoline and frozen orange juice concentrate you can make napalm? Narrator: Really? Tyler Durden: One could make all sorts of explosives using common household items... Narrator: Uh-huh... Tyler Durden: ...if one were so inclined.

Tyler Durden: Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing.

Tyler Durden: Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate, so we can buy shit we don't need.

Narrator: Losing all hope is freedom.

Tyler Durden: Do you know what a "duvet" is? Narrator: It's a comforter... Tyler Durden: It's a blanket. Just a blanket.

Narrator: [reading] "I am Jack's colon." Tyler Durden: I get cancer, I kill Jack.

Tyler Durden: You just had a near-life experience.

Marla Singer: You know, I bought this dress at a thrift shop for a dollar. Narrator: Worth every penny.

Narrator: I am Jack's complete lack of surprise.

["Jack" pulls a loose tooth out of his mouth.] Tyler Durden: Hey, even the Mona Lisa's falling apart.

[about attending support groups for diseases she doesn't have] Marla Singer: It's cheaper than a movie, and there's free coffee.

Narrator: Look, no one takes this more seriously than me! That condo was my life, okay? I loved every stick of furniture in that place. That was not just a bunch of stuff that got destroyed, that was ME! [voice-over] I'd like to thank the Academy...

Narrator: I am Jack's wasted life.

Narrator: I am Jack's inflamed sense of rejection.

Tyler Durden: Forget about what you think you know about life.

Narrator: Life insurance pays off triple if you die on a business flight.

Airport Security Officer: Of course it's company policy never to imply ownership in the event of a dildo. We have to use the indefinite article -- "a dildo" -- never "your dildo."

Narrator: With a gun barrel stuck between your teeth, you only speak in vowels.

Narrator: I got in everyone's hostile little face. Yes, these are bruises from fighting. Yes, I'm comfortable with that. I am enlightened.