Marla Singer quotes from Fight Club (1999)

Marla Singer

This isn't a for real suicide. This is probably one of those "cry for help" things.

Marla Singer

My God ... I haven't been **** like that since grade school.

Marla Singer

Candystripe a cancer ward, it's not my problem.

Marla Singer

A condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip one on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night. Then, you throw it away ... the condom, I mean, not the stranger.

Marla Singer

If I fall asleep, I'm done for. You're gonna have to keep me up – all night ...

Marla Singer

You're the worst thing that ever happened to me.

Marla Singer

You have deep-seated emotional problems for which you should seek professional help!

Marla Singer

I can hardly believe anything about last night.

Marla Singer

I've got a stomach full of Xanax. I took what was left in the bottle. It might have been too much.

Marla Singer

This isn't a real suicide-thing. This is probably one of those cry-for-help things... You're going to have to keep me up aaaall night.

Marla Singer

It's a bridesmaid's dress. I got it at a second-hand store. It was loved intensely for one night.. then cast aside.

Narrator

When people think you're dying, they really, really listen to you, instead of just ...

Marla Singer

... waiting for their turn to speak?

Richard Chesler (reading a piece of paper): The first rule of Fight Club is you don't talk about Fight Club?
Narrator (voice-over): I'm half asleep again. I must've left the original in the copy machine.

Richard Chesler

The second rule of Fight Club ... is this yours?

Narrator

Huh?

Richard Chesler

Pretend you're me, make a managerial decision: you find this, what would you do?
Narrator (pauses): Well, I gotta tell you: I'd be very, very careful who you talk to about that, because the person who wrote that ... is dangerous.
[Gets up from the chair] Narrator (talking slowly): And this button-down, Oxford-cloth psycho might just snap, and then stalk from office to office with an Armalite AR-10 carbine gas-powered semi-automatic weapon, pumping round after round into colleagues and co-workers. This might be someone you've known for years. Someone very, very close to you.
Narrator (voice-over): Tyler's words coming out of my mouth.
[He snatches the piece of paper from Richard's hands] Narrator (voice-over): And I used to be such a nice guy.

Narrator

Or maybe you shouldn't bring me every little piece of trash you happen to pick up.
[Phone rings] Narrator (into phone): Compliance and Liability ...?

Marla Singer

My tit's gonna rot off.
Narrator (to Richard Chesler): Would you excuse me? I need to take this.

Narrator

You know, what I really think is it's time you got out of here.

Marla Singer

Yeah. Don't worry, I'm leaving.

Narrator

Not that we don't love your little visits.

Marla Singer

You know, you are such a nutcase I can't even begin to keep up.

Narrator

Testicular cancer should be no contest.

Marla Singer

You know, technically, I have more of a right to be there than you. You still have your balls.

Narrator

You're kidding.

Marla Singer

I don't know. Am I?

Narrator

I know it seems like I have more than one side sometimes...

Marla Singer

More than one side? You're Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Jackass!