Fight-club-picture

Narrator: Clean food, please.
Waiter: In that case, sir, may I advise against the lady eating clam chowder?
Narrator: No clam chowder, thank you.

Ricky: [to Bob, while interviewing for applicants] You're too old, fat man.
[to Angel Face]
Ricky: And you, you are too fucking... *blonde*!

He was full of pep. Must've had his grande-latte enema.

Narrator

Self improvement is masturbation. Now self destruction...

Tyler Durden

I want bowel cancer.

Narrator

Marla... the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you could stop tonguing it, but you can't.

Narrator

She's a predator posing as a house pet.

Tyler Durden

You have a kind of sick desperation in your laugh.

Tyler Durden

[Tyler and Narrator are discussing ideal opponents]
Tyler Durden: OK: any historic figure.
Narrator: I'd fight Gandhi.
Tyler Durden: Good answer.
Narrator: How about you?
Tyler Durden: Lincoln.
Narrator: Lincoln?
Tyler Durden: Big guy, big reach. Skinny guys fight 'til they're burger.

Displaying quotes 1 - 9 of 120 in total