Narrator: I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. Then I ran some more.
Narrator: Bob is dead, they shot him in the head! Tyler Durden: You wanna make an omelet, you gotta break some eggs.
Narrator: [to Tyler, while looking at a Calvin Klein-esque ad on the bus] Is that what a real man is supposed to look like?
Tyler Durden: I'll bring us through this. As always. I'll carry you - kicking and screaming - and in the end you'll thank me.
Doctor: You wanna see pain? Swing by First Methodist Tuesday nights. See the guys with testicular cancer. That's pain.
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.
[about attending support groups for diseases she doesn't have] Marla Singer: It's cheaper than a movie, and there's free coffee.
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: Except for their humping, Tyler and Marla were never in the same room. My parents pulled this exact same act for years.
Narrator: When deep space exploration ramps up, it'll be the corporations that name everything, the IBM Stellar Sphere, the Microsoft Galaxy, Planet Starbucks.
Marla Singer: [after taking a bottle of sleeping pills] This isn't a real suicide-thing. This is probably one of those cry-for-help things.
Tyler Durden: Just tell him you fuckin' did it. Tell him you blew it all up. That's what he wants to hear.
Angel Face: [the Narrator is about to look at some files but Angel Face stops him] Don't worry. It's all taken care of, sir.
Marla Singer: I've got a stomachful of Xanax. I took what was left of a bottle. It might have been too much.
Narrator: I got in everyone's hostile little face. Yes, these are bruises from fighting. Yes, I'm comfortable with that. I am enlightened.
[after meeting and having sex with Marla] Tyler Durden: Man, you've got some fucked up friends, I'm tellin' ya. Limber, though...
Narrator: [being embraced by Bob at the group therapy session for Testicular Cancer] Strangers with this kind of honesty make me go a big rubbery one.
Narrator: I wasn't really dying. I wasn't host to cancer or parasites. I was the warm little center that the life of this world crowded around.
Lou: *punches Tyler in face* You here me now? Tyler Durden: Alright, alright, I got it. I got it - shit I lost it.
[the narrator pulls a loose tooth out of his mouth] Narrator: Fuck. Tyler Durden: Hey, even the Mona Lisa's falling apart.
[a politician, being pulled away after the discovery of a woman's body with a necktie around her throat] Sir George: I say, that's not my club tie, is it?
