Fight Club Quotes
Hey, you created me. I didn’t create some loser alter ego to make myself feel better. Take some responsibility!
I can’t get married – I’m a thirty-year-old boy.
I don’t know my dad. I mean, I know him, but he left when I was like six years old. Married this other woman, had some other kids. He, like, did this every six years; he goes to a new city and starts a new family.
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 the French beaches I’d never see. I wanted to breathe smoke.
I flipped through catalogs and wondered, what kind of dining set defines me as a person?
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.
Tyler: If you could fight anyone, who would you fight?
Narrator: Shatner. I’d fight William Shatner.
f*ck what you know. You need to forget about what you know, that’s your problem. Forget about what you think you know about life, about friendship, and especially about you and me..
Tyler: Listen to me! 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.
Narrator: It isn’t?
Tyler: We don’t need Him!
God d*mn! We just had a near-life experience, fellas.
Tyler: You know why they put oxygen masks on planes?
Narrator: So you can breathe.
Tyler: Oxygen gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, you’re taking giant panicked breaths. Suddenly you become euphoric, docile. You accept your fate. It’s all right here. Emergency water landing – 600 miles an hour. Blank faces, calm as Hindu cows.
Narrator: That’s, um… That’s an interesting theory.
He was full of pep. Must’ve had his grande-latte enema.
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.
A guy who came to Fight Club for the first time, his ass was a wad of cookie dough. After a few weeks, he was carved out of wood.