Fight Club is a 1999 American film directed by David Fincher and starring Brad Pitt, Edward Norton, and Helena Bonham Carter. It is based on the 1996 novel of the same name by Chuck Palahniuk. Norton plays the unnamed narrator, who is discontented with his white-collar job. Profoundly inspirational Fight Club quotes will get you through anything when the going gets tough and help you succeed in every aspect of life.
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Famous Fight Club Quotes
Marla Singer: A condom is the glass slipper for our generation. You slip one on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night, and then you throw it away. The condom, I mean, not the stranger Marla Singer: …Condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip one on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night… then you throw it away. The condom, I mean, not the stranger.
Ricky: Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who’ve ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy sh*t we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War’s a spiritual war… our Great Depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t. And we’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.
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, Vi*gra, Olestra. Narrator: Martha Stewart Narrator: Martha Stewart. Tyler Durden: F*ck Martha Stewart. Martha’s polishing the brass on the Titanic. It’s all going down, man. So f*ck off with your sofa units and Strinne green stripe patterns.
Tyler Durden: You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
Tyler Durden: Now the passing etiquette. Do I give you the *ss or the crotch?
Tyler: The things you own end up owning you.
Tyler Durden: Listen up maggots! You are not special! You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake! You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else! We are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world! We are all part of the same compost keep.
Tyler Durden: First rule of fight club: Do not talk about fight club. Second rule of fight club: DO NOT TALK ABOUT FIGHT CLUB! Tyler Durden: Welcome to Fight Club. The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is: you DO NOT talk about Fight Club!
Tyler Durden: God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy sh*t we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War’s a spiritual war… our Great Depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t. And we’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.
Tyler Durden: I Want You To Hit Me As Hard As You Can. Tyler Durden: I want you to hit me as hard as you can.
Tyler Durden: You have a kind of sick desperation in your laugh.
Tyler: We are consumers. We’re the by-products of a lifestyle obsession.
Tyler Durden: I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say let… lets evolve, let the chips fall where they may.
Tyler Durden: The things you own end up owning you Tyler Durden: The things you own end up owning you.
Tyler Durden: I see all this potential, and I see it squandered. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables – slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy sh*t we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our great war is a spiritual war… Our great depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars, but we won’t. We’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.
Tyler Durden: It could be worse. A woman could cut off your penis while you’re sleeping and toss it out the window of a moving car.
Tyler Durden: You don’t know where I’ve been, Lou. (Laughing hysterically) You don’t know where I’ve been!
Narrator: I Am Jack’s Cold Sweat. Narrator: I Am Jack’s cold sweat.
Tyler Durden: You’re not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your f*cking khakis. You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
Tyler Durden: OK, you are now firing a gun at your imaginary friend. Near 400 gallons of nitroglycerin!
Narrator: This is your life and it’s ending one minute at a time.
Narrator: When people think you’re dying, they really, really listen to you, instead of just… Marla Singer: instead of just waiting for their turn to speak? Marla Singer: Instead of just waiting for their turn to speak?
Narrator: This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time.
Tyler Durden: The things you own end up owning you.
Narrator: And then, something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom. Narrator: And then, something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.
Tyler Durden: Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.
Tyler Durden: Now this is a chemical burn.
Tyler Durden: Okay! You are now firing a gun at your imaginary friend, next to 40,000 POUNDS OF NITROGLYCERINE!
Tyler Durden: The first rule of Fight Club is: You do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is: You do not talk about Fight Club. Third rule of Fight Club: someone yells stop, goes limp, taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule: only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule: one fight at a time, fellas. Sixth rule: no shirts, no shoes. Seventh rule: fights will go on as long as they have to. And the eighth and final rule: if this is your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight.
Tyler Durden: It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.
Narrator: I Am Jack’s Smirking Revenge.
Tyler Durden: The things you own end up owning you.
Tyler Durden: It’s only after you lost everything that you are free to do anything.
Narrator: With a gun barrel pressed between you’re teeth, you speak only in vowels Narrator: With a gun barrel pressed between you’re teeth, you speak only in vowels.
Tyler Durden: You’re too old, fatty.
Tyler Durden: It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.
Tyler: Space monkey!
Narrator: Every evening I died, and every evening I was born again. Narrator: Every evening I died, and every evening I was born again, resurrected.
Tyler Durden: How much can you know about yourself if you’ve never been in a fight?
Tyler Durden: Welcome to Fight Club. The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is: you DO NOT talk about Fight Club! Third rule of Fight Club: someone yells stop! , goes limp, taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule: only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule: one fight at a time, fellas. Sixth rule: No shirts, no shoes. Seventh rule: fights will go on as long as they have to. And the eighth and final rule: if this is your first time at Fight Club, you have to fight. Tyler Durden: Welcome to Fight Club. The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is: you DO NOT talk about Fight Club! Third rule of Fight Club: someone yells ‘stop!’, goes limp, taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule: only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule: one fight at a time, fellas. Sixth rule: No shirts, no shoes. Seventh rule: fights will go on as long as they have to. And the eighth and final rule: if this is your first time at Fight Club, you have to fight.
Ricky: I understand. In death a member of project mayhem has a name. His name is Robert Paulson. His name is Robert Paulson. His name is…
Narrator: Marla you liar, you big tourist, I need this now get out!
Narrator: You can swallow a pint of blood before you get sick.
Tyler Durden: Would you like to say a few words to mark the occasion ? Narrator: (Mumbles) Narrator: [mumbles] Tyler Durden: I’m sorry…. Tyler Durden: I’m sorry… Narrator: I still can’t think of anything. Narrator: Ah….Flashback humour. Narrator: Ah… flashback humour.
Tyler Durden: Fight Club was the beginning, now it’s moved out of the basement, it’s called Project Mayhem. Tyler Durden: Hey, you created me. I didn’t create some loser alter-ego to make myself feel better. Take some responsibility!
Tyler Durden: You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. Tyler Durden: You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
Narrator: You met me at a very strange time in my life.
Narrator: On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.
Narrator: If I had a tumor, I’d name it Marla.
Marla Singer: I haven’t been Fed like that since grade school. Marla Singer: I haven’t been fed like that since grade school.
Narrator: On a long enough timeline the survival rate for everyone drops to zero Narrator: On a long enough timeline the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.
Tyler Durden: We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no great war. No great depression. Our great war’s a spiritual one…our great depression…is our lives.
Tyler Durden: Where’d you go, psycho boy? Narrator: I felt like destroying something beautiful.
Tyler Durden: I am profoundly vanilla.
Tyler Durden: Man, I see in Fight Club the strongest and smartest men who’ve ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see it squandered. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables – slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy sh*t we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars, but we won’t. We’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.
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, Vi*gra, Olestra. Narrator: Martha Stewart. Tyler Durden: F*ck Martha Stewart. Martha’s polishing the brass on the Titanic. It’s all going down, man. So f*ck off with your sofa units and Strinne green stripe patterns.
Ricky: Do NOT F*** with us!
Tyler Durden: We buy things we don’t need, to impress people we don’t like Tyler Durden: We buy things we don’t need, to impress people we don’t like.
Tyler Durden: This is your pain. This is your burning hand. It’s right here. Look at it. Narrator: I’m going to my cave. I’m going to my cave and I’m going to find my power animal. Tyler Durden: No! Don’t deal with this the way those dead people do. Deal with it the way a living person does.
Tyler Durden: You’re not your job, you’re not how much money you have in bank, you’re not the car you drive, you’re not the contents of your wallet, you’re not your f*cking khakis, you’re all-signing all-dancing crap of the world.
Narrator: When you have a gun in your mouth, you can only speak in vowels.
Tyler Durden: I Want You To Hit Me As Hard As You Can. Tyler Durden: I want you to hit me as hard as you can.
Narrator: This chick Marla Singer did not have testicular cancer. She was a liar. She had no diseases at all. I had seen her at Free and Clear, my blood parasites group Thursdays. Then at Hope, my bimonthly sickle cell circle. And again at Seize the Day, my tuberculosis Friday night. Marla, the big tourist. Her lie reflected my lie, and suddenly, I felt nothing.
Tyler Durden: Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.
Narrator: I am Jack’s raging bile duct.
Tyler Durden: Yeah Yeah I *69’ed you I never pick up my phone Tyler Durden: Yeah I *69’ed you I never pick up my phone
Tyler Durden: You decide your own level of involvement!
Narrator: I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every Panda that wouldn’t screw to save its species.
Tyler Durden: Okay! You are now firing a gun at your imaginary friend, next to 40,000 POUNDS OF NITROGLYCERINE!
Narrator: I am Jack’s inflamed sense of rejection Narrator: I am Jack’s inflamed sense of rejection.
Tyler Durden: What’s that smell?
Tyler Durden: You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake; You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else; We are all part of the same compost heap; We are the all singing, all dancing, crap of the world Tyler Durden: You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake; You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else; We are all part of the same compost heap; We are the all singing, all dancing, crap of the world.
Narrator: I am Jack’s smirking revenge.
Tyler Durden: I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who have ever lived an entire generation pumping gas and waiting tables; or they’re slaves with white collars. Advertisements have them chasing cars and clothes, working jobs they hate so they can buy sh*t they don’t need. We are the middle children of history, with no purpose or place. We have no great war, or great depression. The great war is a spiritual war. The great depression is our lives. We were raised by television to believe that we’d be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars — but we won’t. And we’re learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed-off.
Tyler Durden: Self improvement is masturbation. Now self destruction…
Narrator: I’m jack’s complete lack of surprise.
Tyler Durden: F*ck what you know. You need to forget about what you know, that’s your problem. Forget about what you think you know about life, about friendship, and especially about you and me.
Narrator: If I did have a tumor, I’d name it Marla.
Tyler Durden: How’s that working out for you? Narrator: What? Tyler Durden: Being clever. Narrator: Great. Ricky: Keep it up then.
Tyler Durden: This is our first day at Fight Club, no shirts, no shoes, and what we do on our first day is…fight! Tyler Durden: This is our first day at Fight Club, no shirts, no shoes, and what we do on our first day is… fight!
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: It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.
Marla Singer: I haven’t been f*cked like that since gradeschool.
Narrator: You met me at a very strange time in my life.
Tyler Durden: If you aren’t on your way to becoming a vet in six weeks, you will be dead.
Tyler Durden: The first rule of project mayhem is you do not ask questions.
Tyler Durden: Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.
Narrator: When you have insomnia, you’re never really asleep… and you’re never really awake.
Tyler Durden: It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.
Tyler Durden: You know why they put oxygen masks on planes? Narrator: So you can breath. Tyler Durden: Oxygen makes you high. In a catastrophic emergency, you’re taking giant panicked breaths. Suddenly you become euphoric, docile. You accept your fate.
Tyler Durden: You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everyone else, and we are all part of the same compost pile. 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: Oxygen gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, you’re taking giant panicked breaths. Suddenly you become euphoric, docile. You accept your fate. It’s all right here. Emergency water landing – 600 miles an hour. Blank faces, calm as Hindu cows Tyler Durden: Oxygen gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, you’re taking giant panicked breaths. Suddenly you become euphoric, docile. You accept your fate. It’s all right here. Emergency water landing – 600 miles an hour. Blank faces, calm as Hindu cows.
Tyler Durden: I want you to hit me as hard as you can Tyler Durden: I want you to hit me as hard as you can.
Tyler Durden: It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything Tyler Durden: It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.
Narrator: Most people…normal people…do just about anything to avoid a fight.
Tyler Durden: F*ck off with your sofa units and strine green stripe patterns, I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say let… lets evolve, let the chips fall where they may.
Narrator: I got in everyone’s hostile little face. Yes, these are bruises from fighting. Yes, I’m comfortable with that. I am enlightened.
Tyler Durden: Stop controlling everything and just let go! (Narrator lets car go and crashes) Tyler Durden: Stop controlling everything and just let go! [car crashes] Narrator: I’ve never been in an accident before, this is my first time.
Tyler Durden: F*ck damnation, man! F*ck redemption! We are God’s unwanted children? So be it!
Narrator: When deep space exploration ramps up, it will be the corporations that name everything, the Microsoft Galaxy, the IBM stellar sphere, Planet Starbucks… Narrator: When deep space exploration ramps up, it will be the corporations that name everything, the Microsoft Galaxy, the IBM stellar sphere, Planet Starbucks…
Tyler Durden: What’s that smell?
Narrator: On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.
Tyler Durden: Now, a question of etiquette – as I pass, do I give you the *ss or the crotch?
Tyler Durden: You’re not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your f*cking khakis. You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
Narrator: On a long enough timeline the survival rate for everyone reaches zero. Narrator: On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.
Tyler Durden: You wanna make an omlet, you gotta break some eggs. Tyler Durden: You wanna make an omelet, you gotta break some eggs.
Narrator: It was beautiful. We were selling rich women their own fat *sses back to them.
Narrator: If you wake up at a different time in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?
Tyler Durden: I want you, to hit me as hard as you can Tyler Durden: I want you to hit me as hard as you can.
Tyler Durden: Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken… Tyler Durden: Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.
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.
Marla Singer: You are like Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Jackass Marla Singer: You’re Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Jackass!
Narrator: With insomnia, nothing’s real. Everything is far away. Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy. Narrator: With insomnia, nothing is real. Everything is far away. Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy.
Tyler Durden: Where’d you go, psycho boy? Narrator: I felt like destroying something beautiful.
Narrator: I am Jack’s smirking revenge Narrator: I am Jack’s smirking revenge.
Tyler Durden: The first rule of fight club is: you do not talk about fight club Tyler Durden: The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club.
Tyler Durden: I am Jack prostate. I get cancer. I kill Jack. Tyler Durden: I am Jack’s prostate. I get cancer. I kill Jack.
Narrator: You wake up at Seatac, SFO, LAX. You wake up at O’Hare, Dallas-Fort Worth, BWI. Pacific, mountain, central. Lose an hour, gain an hour. This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time. You wake up at Air Harbor International. If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?
Tyler Durden: We are the all singing all dancing crap of the world.
Narrator: I Am Jack’s Complete Lack of Surprise Narrator: I am Jack’s complete lack of surprise.
Narrator: I Am Jack’s Inflamed Sense of Rejection
Narrator: You met me at a very strange time in my life.
Tyler Durden: It could be worse. A woman could cut your penis off and throw it out the window of a moving car.
Tyler Durden: First rule of Fight Club: You do not talk about Fight Club. Second rule of Fight Club: You DO NOT talk about Fight Club!
Tyler Durden: Now, a question of etiquette – as I pass, do I give you the *ss or the crotch?
Narrator: This is your life and it’s ending one minute at a time.
