Tyler Durden: [his face is soaked in blood; he is shaking it over Lou and screaming] You don't know where I've been. You don't know where I've been. Just let us have the basement, Lou!
[while the narrator is on the phone with the police] Tyler Durden: Tell him. Tell him, The liberator who destroyed my property has realigned my perceptions.
Narrator: Bob loved me because he thought my testicles were removed too. Being there, pressed against his tits, ready to cry. This was my vacation... and she ruined *everything*. Marla Singer: This is cancer, right? Narrator: This chick Marla Singer ...
Ricky: I can't believe he's still standing. Thomas: One tough motherfucker.
Narrator: Life insurance pays off triple if you die on a business trip.
Members of Fight Club: [chanting] His name is Robert Paulson.
Narrator: Tyler was a night person. While the rest of us were sleeping, he worked. He had one part time job as a projectionist. See, a movie doesn't come all on one big reel. It comes on a few. So someone has to be there to switch the projectors at t...
[the Narrator's apartment has just been blown to pieces] Narrator: I had it all. I had a stereo that was very decent, a wardrobe that was getting very respectable. I was close to being complete. Tyler Durden: Shit man, now it's all gone.
Ricky: [to Bob, while interviewing for applicants] You're too old, fat man. [to Angel Face] Ricky: And you, you are too fucking... *blonde*!
Narrator: Tyler's not here. Tyler went away. Tyler's gone.
Tyler Durden: Would you like to say a few words to mark the occasion? Narrator: mumbles... Tyler Durden: I'm sorry... Narrator: I still can't think of anything. Tyler Durden: Ah... flashback humor.
Narrator: Except for their humping, Tyler and Marla were never in the same room. My parents pulled this exact same act for years.
Tyler Durden: We're consumers. We are by-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty, these things don't concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy's name on my underwear. Rogaine, Viagr...
Lou: I'm fucking Lou. Who the fuck are you?
Narrator: [looking at a Calvin Klein ad on a bus] Is that what a man looks like? Tyler Durden: [laughs] Self-improvement is masturbation. Now self-destruction...
Lou: Reject the basic assumption of civilization, especially the importance of material possessions.
Narrator: First person that comes out this fucking door gets a... gets a *lead salad*, you understand?
Narrator: After fighting, everything else in your life got the volume turned down.
