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. Goddamn 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 shit we don't need. We are the middle children of history, men. 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 have all been raised on television to believe that one day we could all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars. But we won't. We are slowly learning that fact. And we are very, very pissed off.
You created me. I didn't create some loser alter ego to make me feel better. Take some responsibility.
— What do you do for a living?
— Soap.
— Sorry?
— I make and I sell soap. The yardstick of civilization.
Fuck damnation man, fuck redemption. We are God's unwanted children? So be it!
Tyler says I'm nowhere near hitting the bottom, yet. And if I don't fall all the way, I can't be saved. Jesus did it with his crucifixion thing. I shouldn't just abandon money and property and knowledge. This isn't just a weekend retreat. I should run from self-improvement, and I should be running toward disaster. I can't just play it safe anymore. This isn't a seminar.
— 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. Viagra. Olestra.
— Martha Stewart.
— Fuck Martha Stewart. Martha's polishing the brass on the Titanic. It's all going down, man. So fuck off with your... sofa units and Strinne green stripe patterns.
Pull a lever. Push a button. You don't understand any of it, and then you just die.
Tyler Durden: Did you know that if you mix equal parts of gasoline and frozen orange juice concentrate, you can make napalm?
Narrator: No, I did not know that. Is that true?
Tyler Durden: That's right. One could make all kinds of explosives, using simple household items.
Narrator: Really...?
Tyler Durden: If one were so inclined.