If you wake up at a different time in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?Narrator
After fighting, everything else in your life got the volume turned down.Narrator
I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. Then I ran some more.Narrator
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.Narrator
Narrator: Oh, yeah, Chloe... Chloe looked the way Meryl Streep's skeleton would look if you made it smile and walk around the party being extra nice to everybody.
Chloe: Well, I'm still here. But I don't know for how long. That's as much certainty as anyone can give me. But I've got some good news: I no longer have any fear of death. But... I am in a pretty lonely place. No-one will have sex with me. I'm so close to the end and all I want is to get laid for the last time. I have pornographic movies in my apartment, and lubricants, and amyl nitrate...
I am Jack's raging bile duct.Narrator
Narrator: He was *the* guerilla terrorist in the food service industry.
Tyler Durden: [urinating] Do not watch. I cannot go when you watch.
Narrator: 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: [laughs] Go ahead. Tell 'em.
Narrator: ...you get the idea.
Narrator: What do you do for a living?
Tyler Durden: Why? So you can pretend like you're interested?
If I did have a tumor, I'd name it Marla.Narrator
You're not getting this back. I consider it asshole tax.Marla Singer
Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.Tyler Durden
Marla Singer: 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 Singer: 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.