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.
Marla: I wish I could return the favor. [after giving Marla a breast exam]
Narrator: There’s not a lot of breast cancer in the men in my family.
Marla: I could check your prostate.
After fighting, everything else in your life got the volume turned down.
God d*mn! We just had a near-life experience, fellas.
Marla: There are things about you that I like. You’re smart, you’re funny, you’re… spectacular in bed… But you’re intolerable! You have very serious emotional problems, deep seated problems for which you should seek professional help.
Narrator: I know, and I’m sorry…
Marla: Yeah, you’re sorry, I’m sorry, everybody’s sorry, but I can’t do this anymore. I can’t. And I won’t. I’m gone.
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.
He was full of pep. Must’ve had his grande-latte enema.
Narrator: I know it seems like I have more than one side sometimes.
Marla: More than one side? You’re Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Jackass!
And then, something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.
Narrator: When people think you’re dying, they really, really listen to you, instead of just…
Marla: – instead of just waiting for their turn to speak?