Lou: *punches Tyler in face* You here me now? Tyler Durden: Alright, alright, I got it. I got it - shit I lost it.
Narrator: I just need to know if you've seen Tyler. Proprietor of Dry Cleaners: I'm not disclosed to bespeak any such information to you, nor would I, even if I had said information you want, at this juncture be able Narrator: [Resigned] You're a mor...
Marla Singer: I've been going to Debtor's Anonymous. You want to see some really fucked-up people...
Narrator: [V.O] This is Bob. Bob had bitch tits. [Camera pans to a REMAINING MEN TOGETHER sign] Narrator: [V.O] This was a support group for men with testicular cancer. The big moosie slobbering all over me... that was Bob. Robert 'Bob' Paulson: We'r...
[the narrator pulls a loose tooth out of his mouth] Narrator: Fuck. Tyler Durden: Hey, even the Mona Lisa's falling apart.
[after beating an 'applicant' with a broom] Narrator: I'm gonna go inside, and I'm gonna get a shovel.
Narrator: It's just, when you buy furniture, you tell yourself, that's it. That's the last sofa I'm gonna need. Whatever else happens, I've got that sofa problem handled.
Tyler Durden: Well you did lose a lot of versatile solutions for modern living
Narrator: Why wasn't I told about Project Mayhem? Tyler Durden: What are you talking about? Narrator: Why didn't you include me, in the beginning? Tyler Durden: Fight Club *was* the beginning.
Narrator: Do you want me to deprioritize my current reports until you advise me of a status upgrade? Richard Chesler: Yes. Make these your primary action items.
Narrator: You know what, I really think it's time you got out of here. Marla Singer: Oh don't worry, I'm leaving. Narrator: Not that we don't enjoy your little visits... Marla Singer: You know you are such a nutcase, I can't even begin to keep up!
Narrator: He was *the* guerilla terrorist in the food service industry. [the Narrator looks at Tyler, who's urinating in a pot] Tyler Durden: Do not watch. I cannot go when you watch. Narrator: Apart from seasoning the lobster bisque, he farted on th...
Marla Singer: Candy-stripe a cancer ward. It's not my problem.
Narrator: Home was a condo on the fifteenth floor of a filing cabinet for widows and young professionals. The walls were solid concrete. A foot of concrete is important when your next-door neighbor lets their hearing aid go and have to watch game-sho...
Narrator: No, you have a house. Tyler Durden: Rented in your name. Narrator: You have jobs! You have a whole life! Tyler Durden: You have night jobs because you can't sleep. Why do you stay up and make soap? Narrator: Marla. You're fucking Marla, Tyl...
