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!
Except for their humping, Tyler and Marla were never in the same room. My parents pulled this exact same act for years..
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.
Fight Club wasn’t about winning or losing. It wasn’t about words. The hysterical shouting was in tongues, like at a Pentecostal Church..
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.
First you have to give up. First you have to know, not fear, know that someday you’re gonna die. .
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.
f*ck 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. .
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..
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.