Movie Quotes from Fight Club: Quotes from the movie Fight Club

You’re a fucking tourist! I’m on to you, you’re a FUCKING tourist! Get out of here, I need this

marla..the big tourest..her lie reflected my lie..so once again, i couldnt cry..and once again, i couldnt sleep

The first rule of fight club is, you do not talk about fight club. The second rule of fight club is, you do not talk about fight club. The third rule of fight club, someone yells stop, goes limp, taps out, the fight is over. The fourth rule: only two guys to a fight. The fifth rule, only one fight at a time fellas. The sixth rule: no shirts, no shoes. The seventh rule, fights will go on as long as they have to. And the eighth and final rule, if this is your first night at fight club, you have to fight.

[whispering] Tell him the liberator who destroyed my property has realigned my perception.

#1 now find your power animal… 2# ….slide **exhaling smoke

#1) We’ve just heard the stories
#2) What kind of stories?
#3) Nobody knows what he looks like.
#1) He has facial reconstructive surgery every 3 months.
#2) That’s the stupidest thing I have ever heard.

‘I wanted to destroy something beautiful.’

(1)what do you want?you wanna go back to the shit job, fucking
condo world watching sitcoms? fuck you i won’t do it(2)oh god this
can’t be happening. (1)it’s already done so shut up. 60 seconds
can you see alright? (2)i can beat this. i can beat this. your not
real the gun is. the gun isn’t in your hand the guns in mine.
(1) hey good for you doesn’t change a thing. now why wanna put a gun
to your head(2) not my head tyler our head. (1) intresting! where
you going with this Ikea boy.

(Boss looking at shirt) Is that your blood?
(Tyler) Yeah, well, some of it.

(hits Tyler)
Got it now?
Nah, i missed it, could you run that buy me one more time?
(hits Tyler again)
How about now?
OKAY OKAY!… nope, wait i lost it

(SLAP)You’re not -concentrating!!!

(voice over) I would like to thank the Acadamy…

*laughs* You’re too old, fatman. Tits are too big. Get the fuck off my porch.

-Any historical figure?
-I’d fight Ghandi.
-Good answer.
-You?
-Abe Lincoln. Big reach. Skinny guys fight till they’re burger

-Could be worse. A woman could cut off your penis while you’re asleep and toss it out the window of a moving car.
-There’s always that

-Well, it could be worse. A woman could cut your penis off in the middle of the night and throw it out the window of a moving car.
-There’s always that.

….Find some gozz..!

…and I used to be such a nice guy.

…his name was Robert Pawlson, his name was Robert Pawlson….

…If one were so inclined.

…slide.

…the ability to let that which does not matter, truly slide.

1 have you ever =been in a fight 2 no 1 i want you to hit as hard as you can 2 you want me to hit you 1 thats right 2 where 1 surprise me (he hits hims) 1 ou you hit me in the fucking ear 2 i’m sorry 1 no that was great.

1) How’s that working out for you? 2) What? 1)Being clever.

1) I am Jack’s colon.
2) Yea… I get cancer I kill Jack.

1) I want you to do me a favor. 2) Yeah sure. 1) I want you to hit me as hard as you can. 2) What? 1) I want you to hit me…as hard as you can. 2) What do you want me to do, you want me to just hit you? 1) Come on just do me this one favor. 2)Why? 1)Why? I don’t know why, I don’t know. Never been in a fight, you? 2) No, but that’s a good thing. 1) No it is not. How much can you know about yourself if you’ve never been in a fight. I don’t wanna die without any scars. So come on, hit me before I lose my nerve. 2)Oh God, this is crazy. 1) So go crazy, let ‘er rip. 2) I don’t know about this. 1) I don’t either. Who gives a shit. No one’s watching, what do you care? 2) This is crazy, you want me to hit you? 1) That’s right. 2) Like in the face? 1) He, he, he…surprise me. 2)This is so fucking stupid! 1)Motherfucker!….you hit me in the ear! 2) Well, Jesus I’m sorry. 1) Ow! Christ! Why the ear man? 2) Awe, I fucked it up. 1) No that was perfect.

1) I’m Jack’s colon
2) I get cancer, I kill Jack

1) I’ve seen you practicing this. 2) Practicing what? 1) Telling me off. Is it going as well as you hoped?

1) Is that your blood on your shirt
2) some of it..
1) And you can’t smoke in here

1) is that your blood? 2) some of it, yeah

1) Nobody knows they saw it but they did.
2) A nice big cock.

1) One could make all sorts of explosives using common household items…
2) Really.
1) … if one were so inclined.

1) Ow! Motherfucker! You hit me in the ear!
2) Well, Jesus I’m sorry.
1) Christ, why the ear?
2) Oh, I fucked it up.
1) No, that was perfect!

1) so, was it ticking?
2) throwers don’t concern themselves with ticking because modern bombs don’t tick.
1) I’m sorry….throwers?
2) Baggage handlers. But when a bag vibrates, the thrower’s gotta call the cops.
1) Let me get this strait, my bag was vibrating?
2) 9 times out of 10 it’s an electric razor. But every once in a while……it’s a dildo. Now the company has a policy never to imply ownership in the event of a dildo. We always use the indefinite article – a dildo. Never – your dildo.
1) I don’t own a…

1) so, was it ticking?
2) throwers don’t concern themselves with ticking because modern bombs don’t tick.
1) I’m sorry….throwers?
2) Baggage handlers. But when a bag vibrates, the thrower’s gotta call the cops.
1) Let me get this strait, my suit case was vibrating?
2) 9 times out of 10 it’s an electric razor. But every once in a while……it’s a dildo. Now the company has a policy never to imply ownership in the event of a dildo. We always use the indefinite article – a dildo. Never – your dildo.
1) I don’t own a…

1) Thats clever. How is that working out for you?
2) What?
1) Being clever.
2) Great.
1) Keep it up then.

1) this is crazy, you want me to hit you? 2)thats right 1) where? like in the face? 2)surprise me

1) What did you study?
2) S…stuff
1) Stuff? Were the midterms hard?

1) Where’d you go, psychoboy? 2) I wanted to destroy something beautiful.

1) Who are you?
2) Who am I? Theres a sign outside that sayd Lou’s Tavern. I’m fucking Lou. Who the fuck are you?

1) You won’t believe the dream I had last night
2) *as she enters the room* I can hardly believe anything about last night.

1) You’re making a big mistake fellas.
2) You said you’d say that.
1) I’m not Tyler Durden.
3) Told us you’d say that too.
1) All right I am Tyler Durden, listen to me we are aborting this mission right now.
4) You said you’d definitely say that.

1)Do you know why they put oxygen masks on planes? 2)So you can breathe? 2)Oxygen gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency you are taking deep panic breaths. You become euphoric…docile. You accept your fate. It’s all right here. An emergency water landing at 600 miles per hour. Flight faces calm as hindu cows.

1)Go deep into your cave..and find..your power animal 2)Slide!

1)Is that what a man looks like? 2)(laughs)Ahh. Self-improvement is masterbation and self-destruction.

1)Now answer me, why do people think that I’m you? 2)I think you know. 1)No, I don’t. 2)Yes, you do. Why would anyone possibly confuse you with me?

1)Now promise me. 2)Okay. 1)You promise? 2)Yeah, I promise. 1)Promise. 2)I just said ‘I promise.’ 1)That’s 3 times you promised.

1)Oh God, why are you doing this? 2)It’s cheaper than a movie and there’s free coffee.

1)Run Forrest Run!! 2)I feel ill. 1)Imagine how he feels.

1)You don’t know where I’ve been, Lou! 2)Oh My God! 2)Ha ha!! You don’t know where I’ve been!! Ha ha ha ha ha!!!

1)You don’t understand, I’m NOT Tyler Durden! 2) You said you’d definitly say that. 1)…I am Tyler Durden…

1)You have every reason to live! 2)She’s infectious human waste! Good luck trying to save HER!

1. Is that your blood? 2. Some of it, yeah.

1.Why would you want to go and blow your head off? 2. Not my heard tyler…our head.

1: I donno, when people think your dieing they really really listen to you instead of just…
2: Instead of just waiting for their turn to speak.
1: yeah… yeah…

1: What do you do? 2: What? 1: What do you do for a living? 2: Why so you can pretend like you care?

1: you’re not going to sell those, are you? 2(sharply): yes, I’m selling some clothes.

1:I am Jack’s colon.2:I get cancer. I kill Jack.

1>How’s that workin’ for you?
2>What?
1>Being clever.
2>Pretty good.
1>Keep it up then, straight up.

1>Where’d you go psycho boy?
2>I frlt like destroying something beautiful.

1st Guy- What did you study
2nd guy- s.s.s.ss.sss stuff
1st guy- Stuff? were the mid-terms hard?

1] Excuse me. You sprayed me with your hose. 2] Like that? 1] That’s not necessary…stop it…stop it…sorry…

1] I’m not exposed to…speak any such information to you, nor would I, even if I had said information you want at this juncture, be able. 2] You’re a moron

1] You can’t have both parasites, but why don’t you take the blood parasites– 2] I want brain parasites.

2 sides? You’re Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Jackass!

3 minutes. This is it. The beginning. Ground zero.

555-0138.

555-0153.

555-0191.

9 times out of ten it’s an electric razor, but every once in a while…it’s a dildo. In the event of a dildo, we always have to use the indefinite articele A dildo, never YOUR dildo.

Richard Chesler:
[Reading a piece of paper] The first rule of Fight Club is you

don’t talk about Fight Club?

Narrator:
[Voice-over] I’m half asleep again; I

must’ve left the original in the copy machine.

Richard Chesler:
The second rule of Fight Club – is

this yours?

Narrator:
Huh?

Richard Chesler:
Pretend you’re me, make a managerial

decision: you find this, what would you do?

Narrator:
[pauses] Well, I gotta tell

you: I’d be very, very careful who you talk to about that, because the person who wrote that… is dangerous.

[Gets up from the chair]

Narrator:
[Talking slowly] And this

button-down, Oxford-cloth psycho might just snap, and then stalk from office to office with an Armalite AR-10

carbine gas-powered semi-automatic weapon, pumping round after round into colleagues and co-workers. This might be

someone you’ve known for years. Someone very, very close to you.

Narrator:
[Voice-

over] Tyler’s words coming out of my mouth.

[Snatches the piece of paper from boss’

hands]

Narrator:
[Voice-over] And I used to be such a nice guy.

Narrator:
Or maybe you shouldn’t bring me every little piece of trash you happen to pick up.

Slide

What kind of dining set defines me as a person?

Slide

A microwave cordon-bleu hobby kit.

A nice big cock

A single frame in a movie is on the screen for one-sixtieth of a second. Divide a second into sixty different parts. That’s how long the erection is. Towering four stories tall over the popcorn auditorium, slippery red and terrible, and no one sees it.

Aah! OK, OK, OK. I got it. I got it. I got it. Shit, I lost it.

About Marla to Tyler : She invaded my support groups now she’s invading my home .

AD LINE: *Mischief. Mayhem. Soap.*

Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy sh*t we don’t need.

Advertising has you working jobs that you hate for shit you don’t need.

Advertising has you working jons that you hate for shit you don’t need.

Ahhhh… the richest, creamiest fat in the world.

All the things you wish you could be, that’s me. I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you’d like to fuck. I am smart capable and most importantly, I am free, in all the ways that you’re not

All the ways you wish you could be, that’s me. I look like you wanna look, I f*ck like you wanna f*ck, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways that you are not.

Alright, you’re going to call off your investigation. You’re going to publicly state that there is no underground group or these guys are gonna take your balls. They’re gonna send one to the New York Times and one to the L.A. Times press release. Look the people you are after are the people you depend on. We cook your meals, we hauil your trash, we connect your calls, we drive youtr ambulances, we guard you while you sleep…Do Not Fuck With Us.

An entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has it’s taste in cars & clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history man. No purpose, no place. We have no great war, no great depression. Our great war is a spiritual war, our great depression is our lives.

And now, a question of etiquette. As I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch?

And then… something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion — dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom

And you’re too fucking…BLOND!!

As I look around Fight Club, I see the smartest and strongest men that ever lived. An entire generation pumping gas waiting tables. slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we dont need. Were the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression.Our Great War’s a spiritual war, our Great Depression is our lives. Weve all been raised on television to believe that one day wed all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars. But we wont. And were slowly learning that fact. And were very, very pissed off

At the store they have 100% recycled toilet paper. The worst job in the world must be recycling toilet paper

A~Did you make that up? That’s very Clever.
B~Thank you
A~ How is that working out for you?
B~What?
A~Being Clever.
B~Good
A~ Well stick to it then

Bad news friend, it’s not gonna happen, I’m sorry if there was a misunderstanding, it’s not the end of the world, just go away. Go, because you are trespassing, and I will have to call the police.

Because oxygen gets you high.

Bob had bitch tits.

Bob loved me because he thought my testicles were removed, too.

Bob. Bob had bitch tits.

Bob. Bob had bitch-tits.

Bob… Bob had bitch tits.

Bob…Bob had bitch tits

Bob..Bob had bitch tits

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

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, and lubricants, and amyl nitrate…

calm as hindu cows

Can I get the icon in cornflower blue?

candy striper, cancer ward, its not my problem

Chloe’s dead.

Condoms are the glass slipper of our generation. You slip one on when you meet a stranger, you dance all night, and then you toss it. The condom, not the stranger.

Condoms are the New Generation’s glass slipper. You put one on when you meet a stranger, dance all night, and throw it away. The condom not the stranger.

Congradulations. You’re one step closer to hitting bottom.

Congratulations, you’re one step closer to hitting rock bottom

Congratulations. Youre one step closer to hitting bottom.

Cornelious? Is that you?

cut the four-play man and just ask.

Did you know if you mix equal parts of Orange Juice Concentrate and Gasoline you can make Nepalm? You can make hundreds of explosives just by using household products

Did you know that if you mix equal parts of gasoline and frozen orange juice concentrate, you can make napalm?

Did you know that if you mix equal parts of orange Juice Concetrate and gasoline, you can make Napalm? And If you mix it with Sawdust you have dynamite? Yup with enough dynamite you can blow up just about anything…

Did you know, if you mixed equal parts of gasoline and frozen orange juice concentrate, you can make napalm?

Do you know the indusrty slang for flight attendant? Air mattress

Do you wanna wait, and hear me describe death? Do you wanna listen, and see if my spirit can use a phone?

Even a humming-bird couldn’t catch Tyler at work

every evening I died, and every evening I was born again, resurected

Every evening I died, and every evening I was born again, resurrected.

Every evening I died…and every evening, I was born again.

Every time the plane banked too sharply on takeoff or landing, I prayed for a crash or a midair collision. Anything.

Everyone, let’s thank Thomas for sharing with us…

Everything you wish you could be…thats me. I look like you wanna look, i fuck like you wanna fuck, i am smart, capable, and most importantly, i am free in all the ways you are not.

everything’s gonna be good, now….

Feel better, champ

Fell down some stairs…

Fight Club was the begining, now it’s moved out of the basement and it’s called Project Mayhem.

First person comes out this fucking door, gets a–gets a lead salad, do you understand!!

First rule of Fight Club, you do not talk about Fight Club. Second rule of Fight Club, you DO NOT talk about Fight Club. Third rule of Fight Club, when someone says stop, goes limp or taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule of Fight Club, only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule of Fight Club, one fight at a time. Sixth rule of Fight Club, no shirt, no shoes. Seventh rule of Fight Club, fights go on as long as they have to. Eighth and final rule of Fight Club, if this is your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight.

First you must accept, not fear, accept the fact that you are going to die.

for some reason, i thought of my first fight with tyler.

Forget what you know… forget what you know about life… forget what you know about us and just let go… Why try to control everything…just let go…

Found a cigarette!

Fuck damnation, man. Fuck redemption. We are God’s unwanted children? So be it!

Fuck Martha Stewart, Martha’s polishing the brass on the Titanic, man it’s all going down.

Fuck Martha Stuart–Martha Stuart is pollishing the brass on the titanic, it’s all going down, man.

Girl From Ypsilanti.

God damn it,and entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables… slaves with white collars. Advertising has its taste in cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history, no purpose or place. We have no great war, no great depression. Our great war is a spiritual war, our great depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d be millionaires, movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t. We’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.

GOD DAMNIT A WHOLE GENERATION OF SLAVES IN WHITE COLLARS WORKING JOBS WE DONT LIKE SO WE CAN BUY SHIT WE DONT NEED.

Ha ha, ohh, oh you got some fuct up friends, I’m telling you. Limber, though…silly coos

Have I ever let us down?

Have I ever let us down? How far have you come because of me!?! I will bring us through this. As always, I will carry you, kicking and screaming, and in the end you will thank me.

Have you ever heard a death rattle before?

Have you ever heard a death rattle before? Do you think it would live up to it’s name, or would it just be a death hairball? Do you want to wait, and listen to me describe death?

Have you ever heard a death rattle before? Do you think it’ll live up to its name? Or will it be a death hairball?

He was currently involved in a lawsuit of the urine content of the soup.

He was full of pep. Must’ve had his grande latte enema.

He’s not here. Tyler’s not here. Tyler went away. Tyler’s gone.

here you will find your power animal

Hey! You created me. I didn’t create some loser alter ego to make myself feel better. Take some responsibility!

Hey! You created me! I didn’t create some loser alter ego to make feel better!

Hey, a woman could cut off your penis while you are sleeping and throw it out the window of a moving car.

Hey, come on. I’m in pain.

Hey, even the Mona Lisa’s fallin’ apart.

Hey, even the Mona Lisa’s falling apart

Hey, you left half you’re clothes!

Hey. You created me. I didn’t creat some loser alter-ego to make myself feel better. Take some responsibility.

HEY…you wanna make an omlete you gotta break some eggs

Hi…..Your gonna call off your rigorous investigation and publically state there is no underground group…or…these guys are gonna take your balls. They’re gonna send one to the New York Times, one to the L.A. Times, press-release style.

Look the people you are after are the people you depend on. We cook your meals, we haul your trash, we connect your calls, we drive your ambulances….we guard you while you sleep!……..DO NOT FUCK WITH US!!!

His eyes, already shrink-wrapped in tears…

His name is Robert Paulsen.

His name was Robert Paulson.

His name was Robert Paulson. His name was Robert Paulson.

His name was Robert Pulson!

his name, is robert paulson

Home was a condo on the fifteenth floor of a filing cabinet for widows and young professionals. The walls were solid concrete. A foot of concrete is important when your neighbor lets her hearing aid go and has to watch game shows at full volume, or when a volcanic blast of debris that used to be your furniture and personal effects blows out of your floor-to-ceiling windows and sails flaming into the night.

How embarassing…a refigerator full of condiments and no food.

How embarrassing. A house full of condiments and no food.

how much can you know about yourself if you have never been in a fight?

How much can you know about yourself if you’ve never been in a fight?

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

Hows that working out for you…..what….
Being clever?

I was holding!

I always wanted 3 kids, 2 boys and a girl.

I am Jack’s broken heart

I am Jack’s cold sweat

I am Jack’s colon Tyler: Ha ya I get cancer, I kill Jack…whoa!!!

I am Jack’s complete lack of suprise.

I am Jack’s complete lack of surprise.

I am Jack’s inflamed sense of rejection

I am Jack’s inflamed sense of rejection.

I am Jack’s raging bile duct

I am Jack’s Raging Bile Duct.

I am Jack’s raging sense of rejection.

I am Jack’s wasted life

I am Jack’s…complete lack of surprise

I am Jills Nipple

I couldn’t cry. So, once again I couldn’t sleep

I didn’t create some loser alter ego to make me feel better.

I didn’t even wear a tie to work anymore.

I didn’t know if he owned it or if he was squatting. Neither would have suprised me.

I didn’t say anything…people always assumed the worse. They cried harder, then I cried harder.

I don’t wanna die without any scars

i dont want to die without any scars

I feel ill.

i feel like puting a bullet between the eyes of every panda that wouldn’t screw to save it’s species.

I fell down some stairs.

I felt like destoying something beautiful.

I felt like destroying something beautiful

I felt like destroying something beautiful.

I felt like putting a bullet between in the eyes of every panda that wouldn’t screw to save its species. I wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother all those French beaches I’d never see. I wanted to breathe smoke.

I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every panda that wouldn’t screw to save it’s species.

I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every panda that wouldn’t screw to save its species.

i felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every panda that wouldn’t screw to save its species. i wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother all those french beaches i’d never see. i wanted to breathe smoke.

I felt like putting bullet between the eyes of every panda who wouldn’t screw to save it’s species.

I found freedom, losing all hope was freedom

I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

I got mud all over my face and clothes, I couldn’t show up looking like this

I got right in everyone’s fargile little face. Yes, these are from fighting. Yes, I am comfortable with that. I am enlightened.

I guess when people think you are dying, they listen to you instead of just waiting for their turn to speak.

With insomnia, you’re never really asleep; You’re never really awake.

With insomnia, nothing is real. Everything is far away. Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy.

That old saying, how you always hurt the one you love. Well, it works both ways.

And then… something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion — dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

This is your life and it’s ending one minute at a time.

With a gun in your mouth, you speak only in vowels.

The people I meet on each flight — they’re single-serving friends. Between take-off and landing, we have our time together, but that’s all we get.

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

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

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.

It’s only after you’ve lost everything that you’re free to do anything.

The things you own end up owning you.

We are defined by the choices we make.

If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?

I say, never be complete. I say, stop being perfect. I say, let’s evolve and let the chips fall where they may…

This is your pain.

I guess when people think you are dying, they listen to you instead of just waiting for their turn to speak.

With insomnia, you’re never really asleep; You’re never really awake.

With insomnia, nothing is real. Everything is far away. Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy.

That old saying, how you always hurt the one you love. Well, it works both ways.

And then… something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion — dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

This is your life and it’s ending one minute at a time.

With a gun in your mouth, you speak only in vowels.

The people I meet on each flight — they’re single-serving friends. Between take-off and landing, we have our time together, but that’s all we get.

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

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

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.

It’s only after you’ve lost everything that you’re free to do anything.

The things you own end up owning you.

We are defined by the choices we make.

If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?

I say, never be complete. I say, stop being perfect. I say, let’s evolve and let the chips fall where they may…

This is your pain.

I had it all. Even the glass dishes with tiny bubbles and imperfections, proof they were crafted by the honest, simple, hard-working indigenous peoples of … wherever.

I hadn’t slept in 4 days.

I haven’t been fucked like that since grade school

I haven’t been fucked like that since grade school!

I haven’t been fucked like that since grade school.

I haven’t been fucked like that since gradeschool.

I haven’t been fucked like that since I was in grade school

I know this because Tyler knows this

I look around this room, and I see a lot of courage.

i look around, i look around, i see alot of new faces
(laughter)
shutup, thats means alot of you are breaking tthe first 2 rules

I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck, I am smart, capable and, most of all, I am free in all the ways that you are not.

I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck; I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways you are not.

I look like you want to look. I fuck like you want to fuck. I am smart,
capable, and most of all I am free in all of the ways that you are not.

I look the way you want to look, I fuck the way you want to fuck.

I loved every stick of furniture in that place. That was not just a bunch of stuff that got destroyed, it was me!

I make and I sell soap – the yardstick of civilization.

I make and I sell soap.

I no longer have any fear of death.

I ran, I ran until my muscles ached and my veins pumped battery acid, then….I ran some more!

I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. Then I ran some more.

I ran… I ran until my muscles ached and my veins pumped battery acid…And then I ran some more.

I say lets evolve and let the chips fall where they may.

I say never be complete, stop being perfect, i say evolve. Let the chips fall were they may

I see a lot of new faces hear (other laugh ) shut up ! that means a lot of you are breaking the first two rules . It’s a shame , i can’t fuck you , but sooner or later , you’re fucked .

I see all this potential and I see is squandered.

I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men that have ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see it squandered. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas or waiting tables; slaves with white collars. We’re the middle children of history. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War is a spiritual war… our Great Depression is our lives. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate, so we can buy shit we don’t need. We were raised on television to believe that we’d all be millionaires, movie gods, rock stars, but we won’t. And we’re starting to figure that out.

i sell soap

I suppose these things happen

I wanna have your abortion.

I want bowl cancer.

I want to have your abortion.

I want to have your baby, I want to have your abortion.

I want you to do me a favour…I want you to hit me as hard as you can…

I want you to hit me as hard as you can

I want you to hit me as hard as you can.

I want you to hit me…as hard as you can.

I wanted to breathe smoke

I wanted to destroy something beautiful

I wanted to put a bullet between the eyes of every panda that wouldn’t screw to save its species

I Wanted To Put A Bullet Between The Eyes Of Every Panda That Wouldn’t Screw To Save Its Species.I Wanted To Open The Dump Valves On Oil Tankers and Smother All The French Beaches I’d Never See. I Wanted To Breathe Smoke.

I was a juicer.

I was the warm little center that the life of this world crowded around.

I was the Zen master

I wasn’t dying. I wasn’t the host to cancer or parasites. I was the warm ball of light the world huddled around.

I will carry you, kicking and screaming, and in the end, you will thank me.

I’d fight Ghandi

I’d flip through catalogs and wonder what kind of dining set defines me as a person.

I’d like to thank the academy

I’d like to thank the Academy…

I’ll take the blood parasites, but I’m gonna take the organic brain demensia.

I’m 6 years old again passing messages between my parents

I’m going to go inside and I’m going to get a shovel.

i’m jack’s bowel…

I’m Jack’s cold sweat

I’m Lou, who the fuck are you?

I’m not paying this back. I consider it asshole tax

I’m so close to the end, and all I want is to get laid for the last time.

I´m Jack´s lack of surprise

If a new car built by my company leaves Chicago traveling west at 60 miles per hour, and the rear differential locks up, and the car crashes and burns with everyone trapped inside, does my company initiate a recall?
You take the population of vehicles in the field (A) and multiply it by the probable rate of failure (B), then multiply the result by the average cost of an out-of-court settlement (C).
A times B times C equals X. This is what it will cost if we don’t initiate a recall.
If X is greater than the cost of a recall, we recall the cars and no one gets hurt.
If X is less than the cost of a recall, then we don’t recall.

If I did have a tumor, I’d name it Marla.

If I did have a tumor, I’d name it Marla. Marla, the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you could stop tongueing it. But you can’t.

If I didn’t say anything, people always assumed the worst.

If I fall asleep, I’m done for. You’re gonna have to keep me up all night.

If I had a tumor i would name it marla

If I had a tumor I’d name it Marla.

If I saw something clever like a coffee table in the shape of a ying yang, I had to have it. The Klipske personal office unit. The Hovertrekke home exer-bike. The Johannsmah sofa with the Strinne green stripe pattern. Even the Rislampa lamps of environmentally friendly unbleached paper. I had it all. Even the glass dishes with tiny bubbles and imperfections, proof that they were crafted by the honest, simple, hardworking, indigenous peoples of…wherever.

If I were you, I’d be very careful who I talk to about that. because the person who wrote that, is dangerous. And they might just stalk from office to office with a armilite AR-10 carbine gas powered semi automatic weapon bitterly pumping round after round into colleagues and co-workers. This might be someone very close to you, somebody you’ve known for years. (SNATCH!) Or you could just not bring me every little piece of trash you happen to pick up.

If only I had wasted a couple of minutes and gone to watch Marla Singer die, none of this would’ve happened

If our fathers are a model for God, and our fathers failed, What does that tell you about God?

If you wake up at a different time and a different place, can you be a different person?

If you wake up at a different time in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?

If you want an omlet, you have to break some eggs.

In death, a member of Project Mayhem, has a name…

in order to make an omlette, first you have to break some eggs.

i am jacks complete lack of surprise

i am jacks raging bile duct

i am jacks wasted life

i am jacks inflamed sense of rejection

i am jacks cold sweat

i am jacks broken heart

i am jacks smirking revenge

In the Tibetan philosophy, Sylvia Plath sense of the word, I know we’re all–we’re all dying, all right? But you’re not dying the way Chloe back there is dying.

In the world I see — you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You will wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You will climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. You will see tiny figures pounding corn and laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of the ruins of a superhighway.

In the world I see — you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You will wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You will climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. You will see tiny figures pounding corn and laying strips of venison on the empty car-pool lane of the ruins of a superhighway.

In the world I see — you’re stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You will wear leather clothes that last you the rest of your life. You will climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the SearsTower. You will see tiny figures pounding corn and laying-strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of the ruins of a superhighway.

In the world I see — you’re stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You will wear leather clothes that last you the rest of your life. You will climb the wrist-think kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. You will see tiny figures pounding corn and laying-strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of the ruins of a superhighway.

In the world I see, you’re stalking elk through the damp canyon forest around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You’ll wear leather clothes that will last the rest of your life. You’ll climb the rustic cutlass vines that wrap the Sears Tower and when you look down below you’ll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison in the empty carpool lanes of some abandoned super highway.

In the world I see, you’re stalking elk through the damp canyon forest, arounf the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You’ll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You’ll climb the vines of the Sears Tower.

In the world I see, your stalking enemy through the grand canyon Forrest around the Rock A Feller center.
You’ll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You’ll climb the wrist that cuts the vines that wrap the Sears Tower, and when you look down you’ll see tiny figures pounding corn laying strips of venice in the empty car pool lanes.

Instead of just waiting for their turn to speak…

Is that what a man looks like?

Is that your blood?

Isn’t it ironic that we were actually selling rich ladies their fat asses back to them.

It could be worse. A woman could cut off your penis and throw it out the window of a moving car.

It is only after we lose everything, that we are free to do anything.

it is only when we have lost everthing that we can really do anything

It must have been Tuesday. He was wearing his cornflower blue tie.

It was like following an invisible man

it was on the tip of everyone’s tongue, we just gave it a name…

It was right in everyone’s face. Tyler and I just made it visible. It was on the tip of everyone’s tongue. Tyler and I just gave it a name.

It’s airline policy not to imply ownership in the event of a dildo. We use the indefinite article: ‘A dildo.’ Never ‘Your dildo.’

It’s called a changeover. The movie goes on, and nobody in the audience has any idea.

It’s cheaper than a movie, and there’s free coffee.

It’s not until you lose everything that you are free to do anything

It’s only after we lost everything that we’re free to do anything

It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything

It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.

It’s only after we’ve lost everything, that we are free to do anything.

It’s Only after we’ve lost everything, that we can be free to do anything

It’s only after we’ve lost everything, that we’re free to do anything

It’s only after you’ve lost everything that you’re free to do anything
Your mom and dad will have to call kindly doctor so-and-so to dig up your dental records, because there won’t be much left of your face

It’s only after you’ve lost everything that you’re free to do anything

It’s only after you’ve lost everything that you’re free to do anything.

It’s only after you’ve lost everything that your free to do anything.
You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake.
We are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world.
You have to realize that someday you will die. . . Untill you know that, you are useless.

It’s only until you’ve lost everything that your free to do anything!!!

I am jack’s broken heart!!!!

Its only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.

its only after weve lost everything that were free to do anything

J: You know, I was just on my way out… M: Me too; I have a stomach full of Xanax. I took what was left of the bottle…might have been too much.

JACK: Take the number of vehicles in the field, (A), and multiply it by the probable rate of failure, (B),then multiply the result 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: Are there a lot of these kinds of accidents?

JACK: Oh, you wouldn’t believe.

BUSINESS WOMAN: Which car company do you work for?

JACK: A major one.

jack: my suitcase.. was vibrating?
secutity guard: yeah, nine out of ten times its an electric razor, but once in awhile….. its a dildo. of your we can never imply ownership of it, always the dildo, never YOUR dildo.
jack: but i dont own….
security guard: (nods and waves him off)

Just because you stick feathers up your butt, does not make you a chicken.

Life insurance pays off triple if you die on a business trip.

Like a monkey ready to be shot into space – Space monkey! Ready to sacrifice himself for the greater good.

Like a monkey ready to be shot into space. Space monkey. Ready to sacrifice himself for the greater good.

Like so many others, I have became a slave to the Ikea nesty instinct

Look at my face, Bob

Look, the people you are after are the people you depend on. We cook your meals; we haul your trash; we connect your calls; we drive your ambulances. We guard you while you sleep…Do not fuck with us!

Lose an hour, gain and hour. This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time.

We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War’s a spiritual war… our Great Depression is our lives.

You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen.

Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing.

I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. Then I ran some more.

Marla’s philosophy of life is that she might die at any moment. The tragedy, she said, was that she didn’t.

Lost in oblivion…dark and silent and complete…

man, FUCK martha stewart

Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who have ever lived. I see all this potential — God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas and waiting tables; they’re slaves with white collars. Advertisements have them chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit they don’t need. We are the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no great war, or great depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised by television to believe that one day we’ll all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars — but we won’t. And we’re learning slowly that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.

Man, I see in Fight Club the strongest and smartest men who’ve ever lived. I see all this potential and I see squandering. Goddamn it, an entire generation pumpin’ gas… waitin’ tables… slaves with white collars. Advertising has its taste is cars and clothes… working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. Were the middle children of history man. No purpose or place. We have no great war… no great depression. Our great war’s a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars, but we won’t. We’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.

man, you got some fucked up friends. the shit that came of this girls mouth i aint never heard

Man,someone throw me a beach towel, ’cause my head is swimmin’

Marla was like that cut on the roof of your mouth that would go away if you’d stop tonguing it, but you can’t.

Marla’s philosophy of life was that she could die at any moment. The tragedy, she said, was that she didn’t.

Marla’s philosophy of life was that she might die at any moment. The tragedy, she said, was that she didn’t

Marla’s philosophy of life, I later found out, was that she could die
at any moment. The tragedy of her life was that she didn’t.

Marla’s phylosophy of life was that she could die any minute… the tragedy, she said, was that she didn’t.

Marla, she’s like that cut on the top of your mouth that would heal if you’d only stop tonguing it, but you can’t.

Marla, the big tourist.

Marla, the little cut on the roof of your mouth that would heal if you could just stop tonguing it, but you can’t.

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

Meet Bob. Bob has bitch tits.

Motherf…You hit me in the ear!

My eyes are open.

My God! I haven’t been fucked like that since grade school.

My suitcase…was vibrating?

My tit’s gonna rot off

My tits gonna rott off.

Narrator: Clean food please Waitor: Then I would advise not getting the Clam Chowder sir…Narrator: No Choder then thanks…

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

Narrator: You are by far the most interesting single serving friend I’ve ever met. You see I have this thing…
Tyler: Oh, I get it. That’s very clever
Narrator: Thanks
Tyler: How’s that workin out for ya?
Narrator: What?
Tyler: Being clever
Narrator: …Great.
Tyler: Well, keep it up then.

Nice Big Cock!

No fear. No distractions.

No one will have sex with me.

No you’re insane.

No, I didn’t quite catch that, Lou.

No, no…I want bowel cancer.

No, you can’t die from insomnia

No, you can’t die from insomnia.

No. You need healthy, natural sleep.

Not my head, Tyler. Our head.

Now we’re going to open the green door, the heat chakra.

now whether to give you the ass or the crotch as I pass

Now, a question of etiquette: as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch?

Now, a question of etiquette: as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch?

oh fuck me.. hard!!!!!!!

Oh yeah…Chloe. Chloe looked the way Meryl Streep’s skeleton would look if you made it smile and walk around the party being extra nice to everybody.

Oh, here comes an avalanche of bullshit

on a long enough time line everyones survival rate drops to zero

On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.

On a long enough timeline everyone’s survival rate drops to zero.

On a long enough timeline the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.

On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero

On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.

Only after you have lost everything are you free to do anything.

Operation Latte Thunder, go!

Or when a volcanic blast and debris that used to be your furniture and personal effects blows out of your floor-to-ceiling windows and sails flaming into the night…

Our fathers were our madels for God. If our fathers bailed, what does that tell you about God? Listen to me. You have to face the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all prbability, he hates you. It’s not the worst thing that can happen. We dont need him. F*ck damnation, man. F*ck redemption. We are God’s unwanted children, SO BE IT! First you have to give up. First you have to know, not fear, that someday, you’re gonna die. It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.

Our fathers were our models for God. If our fathers bailed, what does that tell you about God? You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen.

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.

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

Our generation has had no great depression, no great war. Our was is spiritual and the depression is our lives.

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

our generation has had no great depression, no great war. our war is spiritual. our depression is our lives.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.we are very,very pissed off now….

our great depresion is our lifes

Our Great War’s a spiritual war. Our Great Depression is our lives.

Out these windows we will view the collapse of financial history. We’re one step close to economic equilibrium.

People are always asking me. do i know T_____ D_____.

Planet Starbucks…

Planet Tyler

Prepare…to evacuate soul.

Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains…

put a gun to my head and paint the walls with my brains

Put a gun to my head and paint the walls with my brains.

Raymond K. Hessel, 1320 Southeast Banning, apartment A. Small, cramped basement apartment, Raymond?

reject all basic assumptions of civilazation and the importance of material possessions

Reject the basic assumption of civilization, especially the importance of material possessions

Richard Chesler: [Reading a piece of paper] The first rule of Fight Club is you don’t talk about Fight Club?
Narrator: [Voice-over] I’m half asleep again; I must’ve left the original in the copy machine.
Richard Chesler: The second rule of Fight Club – is this yours?
Narrator: Huh?
Richard Chesler: Pretend you’re me, make a managerial decision: you find this, what would you do?
Narrator: [pauses] Well, I gotta tell you: I’d be very, very careful who you talk to about that, because the person who wrote that… is dangerous.
[Gets up from the chair]
Narrator: [Talking slowly] And this button-down, Oxford-cloth psycho might just snap, and then stalk from office to office with an Armalite AR-10 carbine gas-powered semi-automatic weapon, pumping round after round into colleagues and co-workers. This might be someone you’ve known for years. Someone very, very close to you.
Narrator: [Voice-over] Tyler’s words coming out of my mouth.
[Snatches the piece of paper from boss’ hands]
Narrator: [Voice-over] And I used to be such a nice guy.
Narrator: Or maybe you shouldn’t bring me every little piece of trash you happen to pick up.

Sel improvement is masturbation

Self improvement is masturbation

Self improvement is masturbation, self destruction is the answer.

Self Improvement is masturbation.

Self improvement is masturbation. Now self destruction…

Self improvement is masturbation. Now self destruction…

self improvement is self masterbation…..

Self-improvement is masturbation

Self-Improvement is self-destruction or at least masturbation

SEVEN YEARS IN TIBET

Shatner, I’d fight William Shatner…

She’s a predator posing as a housepet. Stay away from that one.

Sir, the first rule of Project Mayhem is you do not ask questions, sir.

Sl….ide!

Slide

Slide!

Slide.

Slide…….

Something on your mind, dear?

Step forward into your cave.

sticking feathers up your but does not make you a chicken. what your feeling is premature enlightenment

sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken

Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken

Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken!

Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.

Stop tryin to control everything and just let go.

Stop trying to control everything and just let go. Let go!

Strangers with this kind of honesty make me go a big rubbery one.

Strangers with this kind of honesty make me grow a big rubbery one.

Stuff? Were the midterms hard?

Suddenly, I realize that all of this: the gun, the bombs, the revolution, has got something to do with a girl named Marla Singer.

Supposedly…he was born in a mental institution. And he sleeps only one hour a night. He’s a great man.

T: You know, it could be worse. A woman could cut off your penis while you’re asleep and then throw it out the window of a moving car. J: There’s always that.

Teleivision has raised us to believe one day we’ll all be millionaires,movie gods,and rockstars,but we wont and we’re slowly learning that fact and we are all very very pissed off.

Tell him that the deliberator who destroyed my property has realigned my perception…Reject the basic assumptions of civilization, especially the importance of material posessions.

Tell him that The liberator that has destroyed my property has realigned my perception.

Thanks, Lou. you, too, big guy.

That old saying, how you always hurt the one you love… well it works both ways.

That old saying, how you always hurt the ones you love. Well, it works both ways.

That old saying, that you always hurt the ones you love. Well, it works both ways.

The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide.

the condom is the glass slipper of our generation!!!!!!

The condom is the glass slipper of our generation.

The condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You put one on, dance all night with a stranger and then throw it away. The condom, not the stranger.

The condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip one on when you meet a stranger, you dance all night, then you throw it away… the condom, I mean, not the stranger.

The condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip one on when you meet a stranger, you dance all night, then you throw it away… The condom, I mean, not the stranger.

The first rule of fight club is… you do not talk about fight club
the second rule of fight club is….YOU DO NOT TALK ABOUT FIGHT CLUB
third rule ….no shirts no shoes
fouth rule….fights will go on as long as they have to
fifth rule … one fight at a time fellas
and the sixth and final rule… if this is your fist nite at fite club………….. YOU HAVE TO FIGHT!

The first rule of fight club: Do not talk about fight club.

The kids braces are wrapped around the ashtray. It might make a good anti-smoking ad.

The lower you fall, the higher you fly. The faster you run, the more god wants you back.

The mattress is all sealed in slippery plaster

The next person who comes out this door gets a lead salad

The people you are after are the people you depend on, we cook your meals, we haul your trash, we drive your ambulances. We guard you while you sleep. Do not fuck with us.

The people you are after are the people you depend on.

The question, Raymond, was what did you want to be?!

the things you own end up owning you

The things you own end up owning you.

The things you own, end up owning you…

There is no great war, no great depression… our great war is a spiritual was, our great depression is our lives.

They’re gonna have to open up my pecks and drain the fluid.

things you own end up owning you…

This conversation is over Tyler’s words coming out of my mouth…

This is Bob, Bob had bitch-tits

This is Bob…Bob has bitch tits

This is cancer, right?

This is crazy.

This is my life, and it’s ending one minute at a time.

This is your life and it’s ending one minute at a time

This is your life and it’s ending one minute at a time.

This is your life and it’s ending one minute at a time.

This is your life good to the last drop.This is your life and it’s ending one minute at a time.

This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time.

This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at the time.

This is your life, and it’s ending one moment at a time.

This is your life. And it’s ending one minute at a time.

This is ypur life good to the last drop.This is your life and it’s ening one minute at a time.

This was my vacation. And she ruined everything.

This week each one of you has a homework assignment. You’re gonna go out and start a fight with a total stranger. You’re gonna start a fight and you’re gonna lose.

This, is a chemical burn!

To make soap, first you render fat.

Tomorrow 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.

Tonight… we make soap!

Tyler Durden, Tyler Durden, you fucking prick!

tyler was the guerrila terrorist of the food marketing industry .. aside from seasoning the lobster bisque, he farted on merange, sneezed on braised on de, and as for the cream of mushroom soup … tell em …. well … u get the idea.

Tyler was now involved in a class-action lawsuit against the Pressman Hotel.

tyler’s not here, tyler gone.

Tyler’s words coming out of my mouth… and I used to be such a nice guy.

Tylers words coming out of my mouth. And I used to be such a nice guy

urine is sterile you can drink it!

Voiceover: Let me tell you a little something about Tyler Durden…

Jack: Tyler was a night person. While the rest of us slept, he worked. He had one part-time job as a projectionist at a movie cinema. You see, a movie doesn’t come on one big reel, it comes on several. Tyler’s job was to be there to switch the reels at the time of the change-over. If you look carefully, you can see these little marks come into the top right-hand corner of the screen.

Tyler: In the industry, we call these ‘cigarette burns’

Jack: That’s the cue for the change-over. Tyler switches the reels, the movie goes right on playing, and nobody in the audience has any idea.

Tyler: Why would anybody want this shit job?

Jack: Well, because it offers him other interesting opportunities…

Tyler: Like splicing single frames of pornography into family films!

[the movie is interrupted by a split-second flash and a moan, then immediately resumes. Kids and parents start looking at each other.]

Jack: Nobody knows that they saw it, but they did…

Tyler (grinning): A nice big cock!

[the movie ends. One child is crying.]

Jack: Not even a hummingbird could catch Tyler at work.

Voiceover: Let me tell you a little something about Tyler Durden…

Jack: Tyler was a night person. While the rest of us slept, he worked. He had one part-time job as a projectionist at a movie cinema. You see, a movie doesn’t come on one big reel, it comes on several. Tyler’s job was to be there to switch the reels at the time of the change-over. If you look carefully, you can see these little marks come into the top right-hand corner of the screen.

Tyler: In the industry, we call these ‘cigarette burns’

Jack: That’s the cue for the change-over. Tyler switches the reels, the movie goes right on playing, and nobody in the audience has any idea.

Tyler: Why would anybody want this shit job?

Jack: Well, because it offers him other interesting opportunities…

Tyler: Like splicing single frames of pornography into family films!

[the movie is interrupted by a split-second flash and a moan, then immediately resumes. Kids and parents start looking at each other.]

Jack: Nobody knows that they saw it, but they did…

Tyler (grinning): A nice big cock!

[the movie ends. One child is crying.]

Jack: Not even a hummingbird could catch Tyler at work.

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

We are all part of the same compost heap!

we are god’s middle children, with no special place in history and no special attention. unless we get god’s attention, we have no hope of damnation or redemption.

we are the all singing all dancing crap of the world!!!!

We are the all singing all dancing crap of the world.

We are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world

We are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world!

We are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world.

We are the all singing, all dancing, crap of the world.

We are the all-dancing, all-singing crap of the world.

We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

We are the middle children of history, with no purpose or place. We have no great war, or great depression. The great war is a spiritual war. The great depression is our lives. We were raised by television to believe that we’d be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars — but we won’t. And we’re learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed-off.

We are the middle children of history. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War is a spiritual war…our Great Depression is our lives.

We give each other strength

We have front row seats for this theater of mass destruction. The demolition’s committee of Project Mayhem wrapped the foundation columns of a dozen buildings with blasting gelatin. In two minutes, primary charges will blow base charges and a few square blocks will be reduced to smoldering rubble. I know this, because Tyler knows this.

We have just lost cabin pressure

we have no great war no great depression. our great war is spiritual, our great depression is our lifes.

We have no great war, no great depression. Our great war is a spiritual war, our great depression is our lives.

we have no great war, we have no great depresion. Our great war is a spiritual war, our great depression is our lives.

We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War is a spiritual war… our Great Depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t. And we’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.

We have the exact same briefcase

We have the same suitcase!

We just had a near-life experience!

We just had a near-life experience.

We used to read pornography.

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

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.

we were selling rich women their fat asses back to them.

We work job we don’t like to buyt shit we don’t need.

We work jobs we don’t like to buy shit we don’t need.

We’re a generation of men raised by women. I’m just wondering if another woman is what we really need.

We’re the middle children of history.
No purpose or place.
We have to Great War… no great depression.
Our Great War is a spiritual war.
Our great depression is our lives.
We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaries and movie gods and rock stars.

But we won’t.

We’re slowly learning that fact.
And we’re very, very pissed off…

We’ve all been raised by television to believe we’re going to be millionaires and movie gods and rockstars…but we won’t…and we are slowly learning this…and we are VERY pissed off.

We’ve all been raised on advertising to believe that one day we’ll all be movie gods and rock stars and millionaires. But we won’t! And we’re slowly realizing that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.

We’ve all been raised on television to believe one day we’ll millionaires, movie gods, and rock stars, but we won’t

we’ve just lost cabin pressure

Wel, i gotta tell ya…I’d be very, very careful who you talk about that. Because the person who wrote that…is dangerous. And this buttoned-down, oxford-cloth psycho might just snap and then stalk from office to office with an Armilade AR-10 carbine gas-powered semi-automatic weapon, pumping round after round into colleagues and coworkers. This might be someone you’ve known for years…someone very…very…close to you

Well…first rule is…I’m not suppose to talk about it. And the second rule is, I’m not suppose to talk about it. And the third rule is…

What a shithole!

What do you want!?! You want to go back to the shit job, fuckin’ condo world watchin’ sitcoms? Fuck you! I won’t do it.

What do you want?! Statement of purpose? Should I email you? Should I put this on your action item list? You decide your own involvement!

What kind of dining set defines me as a person?

What the fuck are you doing running around in your underpants? Man you look like a crazy person!

When deep space exploration heads up, it’ll be the corporations that name everything: the IBM Stratosphere, the Microsoft Galaxy, Planet Starbucks.

When you’re an insomniac, you’re never really awake and your’re never really asleep.

Where are you going with this Ikea boy?

Where you going with this, Ikea boy?

Where’d you go, psycho boy?

Who am I? There’s a sign on the front that says *Lou’s Tavern*. I’m fucking Lou. Who the fuck are you?

Whoa! Whoa! You are now shooting at your imaginary friend…in front of 400 gallons of nitroglycerine!

Whoa, whoa! You are now firing a gun, at your imaginary friend, NEXT TO FOUR-HUNDRED GALLONS OF NITRO-GLYCERINE!

Why do people think that I am you?

With a gun barrel between your lips you speak only in vowels

With a gun barrel between your teeth you speak only in vowels

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

With a gun in your mouth, you speak only in vowels

With a gun stuck in your mouth and the barrel of the gun between your teeth, you can only talk in vowels.

With enough soap we could blow up just about anything.

with insomnia nothing is real everything is far away everything is a copy of a copy of a copy

With insomnia nothing’s real. Everything’s far away. Everything is a copy, of a copy, of a copy. When deep space exploration rams up, it’ll be the corporations that name everything… the IBM stellar sphere…. the Microsoft galaxy… planet Starbucks.

With insomnia, nothing is real. Everything is far away. Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy

Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothin’

Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing

Worker bees can leave
Even drones can fly away
The queen is their slave

Worker bees can leave.
Even drones can fly away.
The queen is their slave.

Yeah, well, whatever. You can’t teach god anything.

Yes we’re men, men is what we are

You are not a beautifual and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We are all part of the same compost heap. We are all the all singing, all dancing CRAP of the world. You are not your bank account. You are not the cloths you wear. You are not the contents of your wallet. You are not your boul cancer. You are not your Grande Latte.You are not the car you drive. YOU ARE NOT YOUR FUCKING KHAKIS.

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake.
You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else.

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else.

You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake.

You are not a unique or beautiful snowflake.

YOU ARE NOT A UNIQUE SNOW FLAKE

You are not job. You are not the clothes you wear. You are not the car you drive. You are not the money you have in the bank. You are not your fucking khakis…

You are not special. You are not a buitiful or unquie snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else.

you are not special. you are not a unique and beautiful snowflake. you are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world.

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

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

You are NOT your FUCKING khaki’s..

you are not your fucking khakis

You are not your fucking khakis!

You are not your job. You are not how much money you have in the bank.

You are not your job…you are not how much money you have in the bank…not the car you drive…not the contents of your wallet. You are not your fucking khakis. We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

You are not your job.You are not how much money you have in the bank. You are not the contents of your wallet……your’e not your fucking khakis.

you are now entering your cave, you will see your power animal. Slide!

You are the most interesting single serving friend í’ve met.

you can swallow a pint of blood before you get sick

You can swallow a pint of blood before you get sick.

You can swallow a pint of blood before you get sick…

You can’t have the whole brain!

You decide your own level of involvement.

you don’t feel the pain, your body feels the pain

You don’t know how this feels!

You don’t know where I’ve been, Lou!

You fuck me, then snub me. You love me, you hate me. You show me a sensitive side, then you turn into a total asshole. Is that a pretty accurate description of our relationship, Tyler?

You give up condo world. You give up all your flaming worldly possessions. Go live in a delapadated house in a toxic waste part of town and you have to come home to this…(Excessive orgasmic sreams and thuds which shake the house)

You got here fast! Did I call you?

you guys are morans, your running around in ski masks blowing things up.

You have a kind of sick desperation in your laugh.

You have to accept the possibility that god doesn’t like you, he never wanted you, and in all probability he hates you, this isn’t the worst that can happen.

You can run water over it and make it worse or…listen to me…or you can pour vinegar on it to neutrulize the pain. But first you have to give up, you have to know…not fear but know, that someday you are going to die.

It is only have we have lost everything we are free to do anything.

You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you, He never wanted you. In all probability, He hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen. We don’t need Him.

You have to give up. You have to realize that someday you have to die, until then you are usless.

You have to Know and not Fear that someday you are going to die.
Until you know that and embrace that, you are useless.

You have very serious emotional problems

You hit me in the ear!

You hurt the ones you love and love the ones you hurt.

You know that old saying….how you always hurt the ones you love….well it works both ways.

You look good. You…look..like a pirate.

You met me at a very strange time in my life

You met me at a very strange time in my life.

You only speak in vowels with a gun shoved in your mouth.

You reject the basic assumption of material possession, and especially the importance of material possessions

You said you’d say that…

You’re a T-shirt. You’re a movie of the week.

You’re gonna start a fight. And you’re gonna lose.

You’re not how much money you have in your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis. You’re the all singing all dancing crap of the world.

You’re not your fuckin’ Khakies.

you’re not your fucking khaki’s

you’re not your job or how much money you have in the bank

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 you fu**ing khakis. You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

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 fuckin’ khakis. You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

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.

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.

You’re too old fat man, your tits are too big, get the fuck off my porch.

You’ve got to learn that does God not like you, he never wanted you, above all else, HE HATES YOU!

your not your fucking kaki’s.

Your not your fucking khakis!

Your too old, fat man…tits are too big.

Your’e too old fatty, and you’re too fucking blond!!

Your’re not your fucking khakis.

[W]e’re slowly learing that, and we’re very pissed off

~Tylers words coming out of my mouth~

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