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.
Fuck damnation man, fuck redemption. We are God's unwanted children? So be it!
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.
— 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.
You created me. I didn't create some loser alter ego to make me feel better. Take some responsibility.
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.
— Now promise me.
— Ok.
— You promise?
— Yeah, I promise.
— Promise.
— I just said, I promise! What...
— That's three times you promised.