’ Lose an hour, gain an hour. ’
’ This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time. ’
’ Do you hear me now? ’
’ Okay, I got it. Shit, I lost it. ’
’ Fuck off with your sofa units and strine green stripe patterns. ’
’ Guys, what would you wish you’d done before you died? ’
’ What are you doing? ’
’ Fight Club was the beginning. ’
’ Turn the wheel now, come on! ’
’ You have to know the answer to this question! ’
’ If you died right now, how would you feel about your life? ’
’ I wouldn’t feel anything good about my life, is that what you want to hear me say? ’
’ Now, a question of etiquette - as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch? ’
’ I didn’t create some loser alter-ego to make myself feel better. ’
’ Hey, you created me. ’
’ Take some responsibility! ’
’ This is it - ground zero. ’
’ Would you like to say a few words to mark the occasion? ’
’ People are always asking me if I know, _______. ’
’ With a gun barrel between your teeth, you speak only in vowels. ’
’ I can’t think of anything. ’
’ I wonder how clean that gun is. ’
’ Ah… flashback humor. ’
’ This is crazy… ’
’ People do it everyday, they talk to themselves… ’
’ Fuck damnation, man! Fuck redemption! ’
’ Listen, you can run water over your hand and make it worse… ’
’ Look at me… or you can use vinegar and neutralize the burn. ’
’ First you have to give up, first you have to know… not fear… ’
’ Candy-stripe a cancer ward. It’s not my problem. ’
’ You know why they put oxygen masks on planes? ’
’ In a catastrophic emergency, you’re taking giant panicked breaths. ’
’ That’s, um… That’s an interesting theory. ’
‘ I’ve got a stomachful of Xanax. ’
’ I took what was left of a bottle. It might have been too much. ’
’ Your whacked out bald freaks hit me with a fucking broom! ’
’ It’s getting exciting now, two and one-half. ’
’ I ask you for one thing, one simple thing. ’
’ Now answer me, why do people think that I’m you. ’
’ Why do people think that I’m you? Answer me! ’
’ Why would anyone possibly confuse you with me? ’
’ My God. I haven’t been fucked like that since grade school. ’
’ I am Jack’s smirking revenge. ’
’ Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who’ve ever lived. ’
’ I see all this potential, and I see squandering. ’
’ All the ways you wish you could be, that’s me. ’
’ I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck. ’
’ I am free in all the ways that you are not. ’
’ They’re gonna have to open my pecs again to drain the fluid. ’
’ It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything. ’
’ What’s the smell? ’
’ Is that your blood? ’
’ Oh, it’s late. Hey, thanks for the beer. ’
’ I should find a hotel. ’
’ Three pitchers of beer, and you still can’t ask. ’
’ You call me because you need a place to stay. ’
’ Yes, you did. So just ask. Cut the foreplay and just ask. ’
’ Would - would that be a problem? ’
’ Can I stay at your place? ’
’ Is it a problem for you to ask? ’
’ You’ll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. ’
’ I felt like destroying something beautiful. ’
’ You’re not how much money you have in the bank. ’
’ You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis. ’
’ You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. ’
’ When you have insomnia, you’re never really asleep… ’
’ 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. ’
’ On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero. ’
’ The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club. ’
’ Man, you’ve got some fucked up friends, I’m tellin’ ya. ’
’ The things you own end up owning you. ’
’ Well, what do you want me to do? You just want me to hit you? ’
’ C'mon, do me this one favor. ’
’ How much can you know about yourself, you’ve never been in a fight? ’
’ I don’t wanna die without any scars. ’
’ So come on; hit me before I lose my nerve. ’
’ Who gives a shit? No one’s watching. What do you care? ’
’ Whoa, wait, this is crazy. You want me to hit you? ’
’ Motherfucker! You hit me in the ear! ’
’ Strangers with this kind of honesty make me go a big rubbery one. ’
’ God Damn! We just had a near-life experience, fellas. ’
’ Like a monkey, ready to be shot into space. Space monkey! ’
’ Ready to sacrifice himself for the greater good. ’
’ Are there a lot of these kinds of accidents? ’
’ One could make all kinds of explosives, using simple household items. ’
’ How’s that working out for you? ’
’ You have a kind of sick desperation in your laugh. ’
’ This is not the worst thing that can happen. ’
’ There are things about you that I like. ’
’ Yeah, you’re sorry, I’m sorry, everybody’s sorry. ’
’ I can’t do this anymore. I can’t. And I won’t. I’m gone. ’
’ You’re smart, you’re funny, you’re… spectacular in bed… But you’re intolerable! ’
’ You have very serious emotional problems. ’
’ Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken. ’
’ You’re not getting this back. I consider it asshole tax. ’
’ Why? So you can pretend like you’re interested? ’
’ Do not watch. I cannot go when you watch. ’
’ I’ve got some good news: I no longer have any fear of death. ’
’ I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. ’
’ After fighting, everything else in your life got the volume turned down. ’
’ Well, technically, I have more of a right to be there than you. ’
’ It’s cheaper than a movie, and there’s free coffee. ’
’ Look, nobody takes this more seriously than me. ’
’ You need to forget about what you know, that’s your problem. ’
’ You met me at a very strange time in my life. ’
’ Life insurance pays off triple if you die on a business trip. ’
’ Yes, these are bruises from fighting. ’
’ I got this dress at a thrift store for one dollar. ’
’ Someone loved it intensely for one day, and then tossed it. ’
’ The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide. ’
’ You don’t know where I’ve been. ’
’ You’re the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. ’
’ Would you excuse me? I need to take this. ’
’ Uh, well… You’re not gonna believe this… ’
’ I know it seems like I have more than one side sometimes… ’
’ I’ll carry you - kicking and screaming - and in the end you’ll thank me. ’
’ Every evening I died, and every evening I was born again, resurrected. ’
’ When people think you’re dying, they really, really listen to you, instead of just… waiting for their turn to speak. ’
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