Tyler Durden: Tomorrow will be the most beautiful day of Raymond K. Hessel's life. His breakfast will taste better than any meal you and I have ever tasted.
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 Durden: The salt balance has to be just right, so the best fat for making soap comes from humans. Narrator: Wait. What is this place? Tyler Durden: A liposuction clinic.
Tyler Durden: It's getting exciting now, two and one-half. Think of everything we've accomplished, man. Out these windows, we will view the collapse of financial history. One step closer to economic equilibrium.
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.
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.
Zorg: I don't like warriors. Too narrow-minded, no subtlety. And worse, they fight for hopeless causes. Honor? Huh! Honor's killed millions of people, it hasn't saved a single one.
[Toretto gets out of his car, pointing a shotgun at Shaw] Dominic Toretto: You thought this was gonna be a street fight? [Points shotgun upwards and fires before putting it away] Dominic Toretto: You're goddamn right it is.
[Maximus is about to ride out with the cavalry to fight the barbarians] Quintus: Soldier! I told you to move those catapults forward. They're out of range. Maximus: Range is good. Quintus: The danger to the cavalry... Maximus: Is acceptable. Agreed?
Balin: I have to agree with Mr. Baggins, he is hardly burglar material. Dwalin: Aye, the wild is no place for gentle folk who can neither fight nor fend for themselves.
Harry Potter: [fighting Bellatrix Lestrange] Crucio! Lord Voldemort: [taunting Harry] You have to mean it, Harry. You know the spell. She killed him. She deserves it.
Lionel Logue: [referring to the Duke of York] This fellow could really be somebody great. He's fighting me. Myrtle Logue: Perhaps he doesn't want to be great. Perhaps that's what you want.
Timon: [of the decimated Pride Rock] We're gonna fight your uncle... for this? Adult Simba: Yes, Timon. This is my home. Timon: Whoa. Talk about your fixer-upper.
Maj. Duncan Heyward: I thought all our colonial scouts were in the militia. The militia is fighting the French in the north. Hawkeye: I ain't your scout. And we sure ain't no damn militia.
Marcus Luttrell: [after finding his lost gun in the middle of the fight] See? God's looking out for us. Michael Murphy: If this is what happens when God is looking out for us, I'd hate to see Him pissed.
[Charley has explained his strategy for the upcoming fight] Boss Spearman: Sounds like you got it all worked out. Charley Waite: Yeah, except the part where we don't get killed.
[Marsellus is telling Butch to take a dive] Marsellus: The night of the fight, you may feel a slight sting. That's pride fucking with you. Fuck pride. Pride only hurts, it never helps.
Patton: You want to know why this outfit got the hell kicked out of it? A blind man could spot it. They don't act like soldiers; they don't look like soldiers; why should they be expected to fight like soldiers?
Rani: [Drunk; Crying; Talking to Vijaylakshmi] Look at me! I am alone because of him! I'm doing everything alone. Crossing roads alone. Seeing the Eiffel Tower alone. Fighting muggers alone.
[Just after Sugar Ray Robinson won an early fight (before joining the army)] Joey LaMotta: They robbed you. They're miserable because their mothers take it up their fucking ass.
Apollo's Trainer: Hey, champ, you oughta come and look at this boy you're gonna fight on TV. It looks like he means business. Apollo Creed: Yeah, yeah. I mean business too.
