Three minutes. This is it, ground zero. Would you like to say anything to mark the occasion?
Fight Club (1999) · 121 quotes
2nd most-quoted character in Fight Club (1999): in 47 of its 121 quotes
Most scenes with: Narrator (11)
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. We're going to 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 **** with us.
More lines from Tyler Durden
35 quotesI want you to hit me as hard as you can.
Man, you've got some **** up friends! Limber, though.
We're a generation of men raised by women. I'm wondering if another woman is really the answer we need.
How much can you possibly know about yourself if you've never been in a fight?
Now, a question of etiquette: as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch?
Now, why do guys like you and me know what a duvet is? Is it essential to our survival in the hunter-gatherer sense of the word? No. What are we, then?
**** Martha Stewart! Martha's polishing the brass on the Titanic; it's all going down, man. So **** off with your sofa units and your Strinne green stripe patterns. I say, never be complete. I say, stop being perfect. I say, let's evolve, and let the chips fall where they may.
The things you own, they end up owning you.
Reject the basic assumption of civilization, especially the importance of material possessions!
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 **** khakis. We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
Self-improvement is masturbation. Now, self-destruction ...
Even the Mona Lisa's falling apart.
Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.
Our fathers were our models for God. If our fathers failed, 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. We don't need Him. **** damnation, man, **** redemption! If we are God's unwanted children, so be it!
First you have to give up, first you have to know – not fear – know that someday you're gonna die.
It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.
Man, I see in Fight Club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see it squandered. God damn it, 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 don't need. 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. 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.
In the world I see ... you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway.
You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
The first soap was made from the ashes of heroes, like the first monkey shot into space. Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing.
Stop trying to control everything and just let go.
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 of Fight Club: someone yells "stop", goes limp, taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule: only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule: one fight at a time, fellas. Sixth rule: no shirts, no shoes. 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.
I look like you want to look, I **** like you want to ****, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in every way that you are not.
Oh, heavens, no. Not the green one, anything but the green one. [After the green wire is cut] I asked you not to do that!
Ok. You are now firing a gun at your imaginary friend near 400 gallons of nitroglycerin!
What's that smell?
Ah. Flashback humor.
Just ask, man.
Is it a problem for you to ask?
Did you know that urine is sterile? You can drink it.
First you've gotta know - not fear, know - that someday you're gonna die.
I look like you wanna look, I **** like you wanna ****, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I'm free in all the ways that you are not.
You wanna make an omelet, you gotta break some eggs.
Scenes with Tyler Durden
11 scenesWell, what do you want me to do? You just want me to hit you?
C'mon, do me this one favor.
Why?
Why? I don't know why; I don't know. Never been in a fight. You?
No, but that's a good thing.
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.
This is crazy.
So go crazy. Let 'er rip.
I don't know about this.
I don't either. Who gives a shit? No one's watching. What do you care?
Whoa, wait, this is crazy. You want me to hit you?
That's right.
What, like in the face?
Surprise me.
This is so **** stupid ...
Mother****er! You hit me in the ear!
Well, Jesus, I'm sorry.
Ow, Christ ... why the ear, man?
Guess I **** it up ...
No, that was perfect!
[He punches the Narrator in the stomach]
Hey, even the Mona Lisa's falling apart.
I am Jack's colon ...
I get cancer, I kill Jack.
OK, any historic figure.
I'd fight Gandhi.
Good answer.
How about you?
Lincoln.
Lincoln?
Big guy, big reach. Skinny guys fight 'til they're burger.
Did you know that if you mix equal parts of gasoline and frozen orange juice concentrate, you can make napalm?
No, I did not know that. Is that true?
That's right. One could make all kinds of explosives, using simple household items.
Really ...?
If one were so inclined.
Tyler, you are by far the most interesting single-serving friend I've ever met. ... See, I have this thing: everything on a plane is single-serving ...
Oh, I get it. It's very clever.
Thank you.
How's that working out for you?
What?
Being clever.
... Great.
Keep it up, then. Right up. [gets up from seat] Now, a question of etiquette: as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch?
He was the guerilla terrorist in the food service industry.
Do not watch. I cannot go when you watch.
Apart from seasoning the lobster bisque, he farted on the meringue, sneezed on braised endive, and as for the cream of mushroom soup, well ...
Tyler Durden (snickers): Go ahead. Tell 'em.
You get the idea.
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.
Martha Stewart.
**** Martha Stewart! Martha's polishing the brass on the Titanic; it's all going down, man. So **** off with your sofa units and your Strinne green stripe patterns. I say, never be complete. I say, stop being perfect. I say, let's evolve, and let the chips fall where they may.
Tyler was a night person. While the rest of us were sleeping, he worked. He had one part time job as a projectionist. See, a movie doesn't come all on one big reel. It comes on a few. So someone has to be there to switch the projectors at the exact moment that one reel ends and the next one begins. If you look for it, you can see these little dots come into the upper right-hand corner of the screen.
In the industry, we call them cigarette burns.
That's the cue for a changeover. He flips the projectors, the movie keeps right on going, and nobody in the audience has any idea.
And why would anyone want this shit job?
Because it affords him other interesting opportunities.
Like splicing single frames of pornography into family films.
So when the snooty cat and the courageous dog with the celebrity voices meet for the first time in reel three, that's when you'll catch a flash of Tyler's contribution to the film.
Nobody knows that they saw it, but they did.
A nice, big **** ...
Even a hummingbird couldn't catch Tyler at work.
When you buy furniture, you tell yourself, that’s it. That’s the last sofa I’ll need. Whatever else happens, got that sofa problem handled. I had it all. I had a stereo that was very decent. A wardrobe that was getting very respectable. I was close to being complete.
Shit man, now it’s all gone.
All… gone.
All gone. Do you know what a duvet is?
A comforter.
It’s a blanket. Just a blanket. Why do guys like you and I know what a duvet is? Is this essential to our survival in the hunter-gatherer sense of the word? No. What are we, then?
I don’t know. Consumers.
Right. 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.
Martha Stewart.
**** Martha Stewart. Martha's polishing the brass on the Titanic. It's all going down, man. So **** 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. But that's me, and I could be wrong. Maybe it’s a terrible tragedy.
You decide your level of involvement!
I will! I want to know certain things first.
The first rule of Project-- (Narrator: SHUT. UP.)
You don't know which wire to pull.
I know everything you do, so if you know I know.
Or maybe, since I knew you'd know I spent all day thinking about the wrong wires.







