Movie Quotes :: Fight Club Quotes

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.
[Snatches the piece of paper from boss' 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 boss] Would you excuse me? I need to take this.

Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think every thing you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned- Tyler

We're a generation of men raised by women. I'm wondering if another woman is really the answer we need.

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.

Tyler Durden: Do you know what a duvee is?

Jack: It's a comforter...

Tyler Durden: It's a blanket. Just a blanket. Now why do guys like you and me know what a duvee is? Is this essential to our survival, in the hunter-gatherer sense of the word? No. What are we then?

Jack: ...Consumers?

Tyler Durden: Right. We are consumers. We're the bi-products of a lifestyle obsession.

Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing. Like the first monkey shot into space.

And then, something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

If you wake up at a different time in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?

After fighting, everything else in your life got the volume turned down.

I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. Then I ran some more.

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.

The things you own end up owning you.

On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.

Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.

When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep... and you're never really awake.

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 fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

Tyler Durden: [pointing at an emergency instruction manual on a plane] You know why they put oxygen masks on planes?

Jack: So you can breath.

Tyler Durden: 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.

Jack: That's, um... That's an interesting theory.

This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time.

With a gun barrel between your teeth, you speak only in vowels.

I felt like destroying something beautiful.

It's not until you lose everything, that you are free to do anything.

I am Jack's smirking revenge.

Only after disaster can we be resurrected.

Boss: "The first rule of fight club is you don't talk about fight club."

(Jack snuffs his cigarette in an ashtray, stares up stoically.)

Jack: (Voiceover) I must've left the original in the copy machine.

Boss: "The second rule of fight club..." Is this yours?

Jack: Hmm?

Boss: You don't get paid to abuse the copy machine.

Jack: 'Abuse' the copy machine. There's an image.

Boss: Pretend you're me. You find this. What would you do?

Jack: Me? I'd be very careful who I talked to about this. It sounds like someone dangerous wrote it... someone who might snap at any moment, stalking from office to office with an Armalite AR-10 Carbine-gas semiautomatic, bitterly pumping round after round into colleagues and co-workers.