Fight Club
Fight Club

Tyler Durden: We're consumers. We are by-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty, these things don't concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy's name on my underwear. Rogaine, Viagra, Olestra. Narrator: Martha Stewart. Tyler Durden: Fuck Martha Stewart. Martha's polishing the brass on the Titanic. It's all going down, man.

So fuck off with your sofa units and Strinne green stripe patterns

Fight Club
Fight Club

Angel Face: Bury him in the garden. Come on people, let's go! Narrator: Get away from him! Get the fuck away! Angel Face: He was killed serving Project Mayhem, sir. Narrator: This is Bob. He was a decent man, and we're not gonna bury him in the fucking garden!

Fight Club
Fight Club

Tyler Durden: You're too old, fat man. Your tits are too big. [Tyler walks away, throwing his cigarette] Tyler Durden: Get the fuck off my porch.

Fight Club
Fight Club

Tyler Durden: *slaps the Narrator, throws away goggles* Listen to me! You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you, never wanted you, and in all probability, he HATES you. It's not the worst thing that can happen. Narrator: It isn't? Tyler Durden: We don't NEED Him! Narrator: *squirms* We don't - we don't - ! Tyler Durden: Fuck damnation, man! Fuck redemption! We're

God's unwanted children, SO BE IT!

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Fight Club

Lou: I'm fucking Lou. Who the fuck are you?

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Fight Club

Narrator: Fuck you! Fuck Fight Club! Fuck Marla! I am sick of all your shit!

Fight Club
Fight Club

Tyler Durden: [1:03:32] Fuck damnation, man! Fuck redemption! We are God's unwanted children? So be it! Narrator: OK. Give me some water! Tyler Durden: Listen, you can run water over your hand and make it worse or... [shouts] Tyler Durden: Look at me... or you can use vinegar and neutralize the burn.

Narrator: Please let me have it... *Please*! Tyler Durden: First you have to give up, first you have to *know*... not fear... *know*... that someday you're gonna die.

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Fight Club

Narrator: [1:52:23] Tyler, what the fuck is going on here? Tyler Durden: I ask you for one thing, one simple thing. Narrator: Why do people think that I'm you? Answer me! Tyler Durden: Sit. Narrator: Now answer me, why do people think that I'm you. Tyler Durden: I think you know.

Narrator: No, I don't. Tyler Durden: Yes, you do. Why would anyone possibly confuse you with me? Narrator: Uh... I... I don't know. [Random flashbacks] Tyler Durden: You got it. Narrator: No. Tyler Durden: Say it. Narrator: Because... Tyler Durden: Say it.

Narrator: Because we're the same person. Tyler Durden: That's right.

Fight Club
Fight Club

Tyler Durden: Fuck off with your sofa units and strine green stripe patterns, I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say let... lets evolve, let the chips fall where they may.

Fight Club
Fight Club

Tyler Durden: [to the police chief] Hi. You're going to call off your rigorous investigation. You're going to publicly state that there is no underground group. Or... these guys are going to take your balls. They're going to send one to the New York Times, one to the LA 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.