An insomniac office worker and a devil-may-care soapmaker form an underground fight club that evolves into something much, much more.
— Can I come in?
— He's not here.
— What?
— Tyler isn't here. Tyler went away. Tyler's gone.
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.
The original "pillow talk"-scene had Marla saying "I want to have your abortion".
When this was objected to by Fox 2000 Pictures President of Production Laura Ziskin, David Fincher said he would change it on the proviso that the new line couldn't be cut. Ziskin agreed and Fincher wrote the replacement line, "I haven't been fucked like that since grade school".
When Ziskin saw the new line, she was even more outraged and asked for the original line to be put back, but, as per their deal, Fincher refused.
The teenager's braces are wrapped around the backseat ashtray. Might make a good antismoking ad.
A movie doesn't come all on one big reel. It comes on a few. So someone has to be there to switch the projectors, at the exact moment that one reel ends and the next one begins. If you look for them, you can see little dots, come into the upper right corner of the screen. That's the cue for a changeover. He flips the projectors, movie keeps right on going and nobody in the audience has any idea.
We all started seeing things differently. Everywhere we went, we were sizing things up.
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.
