I'm not going to date a crazy party animal; I'm more into culture. I'd rather go to a museum, travel somewhere, or go to a play. That's more interesting to me than partying at the hottest club.
I'm from the 'less is more' school. I had to be in the 'more is more' zone with 'Dallas Buyers Club', so I was out of my comfort zone, but I had to trust that.
Ron Woodroof: I swear it, Ray, God sure was dressin' the wrong doll when he blessed you with a set of balls.
Dr. Eve Saks: None of those drugs have been approved by the FDA. Ron Woodroof: Screw the FDA. I'm gonna be DOA.
Dr. Eve Saks: You're in the hospital. You almost died. Ron Woodroof: I bet that didn't surprise anybody.
Rog: Who the hell's Rock Hudson? Clint: He's an actor, dumbass. Haven't you seen North By Northwest?
Ron Woodroof: Rayon, where you fuckin' goin? Rayon: [inviting Ron to enter a gay bar] C'mon in, it's a fucking bore out there.
Dr. Hiroshi: Slow drip. Ron Woodroof: Interferon? Dr. Hiroshi: Very strong. Ron Woodroof: Goddamn, I like your style Hiroshi.
Tyler Durden: Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
Tyler Durden: We're a generation of men raised by women. I'm wondering if another woman is really the answer we need.
Narrator: If you wake up at a different time in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?
[after vigorous sex with Tyler Durden] Marla Singer: My God. I haven't been fucked like that since grade school.
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.
