Tyler:  "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 end up owning you."
 
 

Tyler:  "I want you to hit me as hard as you can."
Narrator:  "What?"
Tyler (slower, more deliberate):  "I want you to hit me as hard as you can."
Narrator:  "Well, what do you want me to do? You just want me to hit you?
Tyler:  "Come on, do me this one favor."
Narrator:   "Why?"
Tyler:  "Why? I don't know why, I don't know. Never been in a fight, you?"
Narrator:  "No, but that's a good thing."
Tyler:  "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."
Narrator:  "Oh, God. This is crazy."
Tyler:  "So go crazy. Let 'er rip."
Narrator:  "Hey, I don't know about this."
Tyler:  "I don't either. Who gives a shit? No one's watching, what do you care?"
Narrator:  "Wait, wait. This is crazy. You want me to hit you?"
Tyler:  "That's right."
Narrator:  "What, like in the face?"
Tyler (smiles, laughs):  "Surprise me."
Narrator:  "This is so fucking stupid..."

[swings, connects with Tyler's head]

Tyler:  "Motherfucker! Ya hit me in the ear!"
Narrator:  "Well, Jesus, I'm sorry."
Tyler:  "Ow, Christ...Why the ear, man?"
Narrator:  "Guess I fucked it up..."
Tyler:  "No, that was perfect!"

Narrator:  I am Jack's raging bile duct.  Put a gun to my head and paint the walls with my brains.

Marla: "My God! I haven't been fucked like that since grade school."
Narrator:  How could Tyler not go for that? The night before last he was splicing sex organs into Cinderella.

Tyler:   "Reject the basic assumption of civilization, especially the importance of material possessions!"

Narrator:  "Yes I know it's serious.  Yes, it's very serious. Look, no one takes this more seriously than me. That condo was...my life.  I loved every stick of furniture in that place.  That wasn't just a bunch of stuff that got destroyed, it was me!"
     (voiceover) I'd like to thank the Academy.

Tyler:  "I'll say this about Marla. At least she's trying to hit bottom."
Narrator:  "What, and I'm not?"
Tyler:   "Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken."

Tyler:  "Yeah, with enough soap, we could blow up just about anything."
Narrator:  Tyler was full of useful information.

Tyler:  "The first soap was made from the ashes of heroes, like the first monkey shot into space. Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothin'."

Tyler:  "Our fathers were our models for God. If our fathers bailed, what does that tell you about God? 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.  It's not the worst thing that can happen to you.  We don't need him.  Fuck damnation, man. Fuck redemption. We are God's unwanted children, SO BE IT!  First you have to give up. First, you have to know, not fear, that someday, you're gonna die.  It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything."

Narrator: Tyler sold his soap to department stores at $20 a bar...It was beautiful, we were selling rich women their own fat asses back to them.

Tyler:  "I see in Fight Club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived.  I see all this potential, and I see it squandered. Goddamnit, an entire generation of 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 are the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no great war, no Great Depression.  Our great war is 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...And we're slowly learning that fact.  And we're very...very...pissed off."

Narrator:  You had to give it to him.  He had a plan.  And it started to make sense in a Tyler sort of way. No fear, no distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter...truly slide.

Tyler:  "You are not your job.  You are not how much money you have in the bank.  You are not the car you drive.  You are not the contents of your wallet.  You're not your fucking khakis.  You are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world."

Narrator:   I am Jack's inflamed sense of rejection.  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 those French beaches I'd never see.  I wanted to breathe smoke.

Tyler:  Hitting bottom is not a weekend retreat.  It's not a goddamn seminar.  Stop trying to control everything and just. let. go.