Fight Club (film)

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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.

Fight Club is a 1999 film about an unnamed protagonist who struggles with his increasing issue with consumerism and changes in the state of masculinity in American culture. In an attempt to overcome this, he creates an underground fighting club as a radical form of psychotherapy.

Directed by David Fincher. Written by Jim Uhls. Based on the novel by Chuck Palahniuk.
Mischief. Mayhem. Soap. (taglines)

Narrator[edit]

  • Bob had bitch tits.
  • People are always asking me if I know Tyler Durden.
  • If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?
  • Strangers with this kind of honesty make me go a big rubbery one.
  • 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.
  • I am Jack's... complete lack of surprise.
  • On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.
  • I felt like destroying something beautiful.
  • I am Jack's wasted life.
  • I am Jack's smirking revenge.
  • When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep... and you're never really awake.
  • With insomnia, nothing's real. Everything's far away. Everything's a copy of a copy of a copy.
  • Fight club wasn't about winning or losing. It wasn't about words. The hysterical shouting was in tongues, like at a Pentecostal Church.
  • Tyler built himself an army. Why was Tyler Durden building an army? To what purpose? For what greater good? In Tyler we trusted.
  • You met me at a very strange time in my life.

Tyler Durden[edit]

  • 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.
  • Self-improvement is masturbation. Now, self-destruction
  • Our fathers were our models for God, if our fathers bailed, what does that tell you about God?
  • 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 shit 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. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.
  • In the world I see – you're stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway.
  • Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing.
  • It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.
  • You are 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 fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
  • Hi, you're gonna call off your rigorous investigation. You're gonna publicly state that there is no underground group, or, these guys are gonna take your balls. They're gonna send one to the New York Times, one to the LA Times, press release style. Look, the people you are after are the people you depend on: we cook your meals, we haul your trash, we connect your calls, we drive your ambulances, we guard you while you sleep. Do not fuck with us.
  • The things you own end up owning you.
  • You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you, never wanted you, in all probability he hates you. It's not the worst thing that could happen.
  • Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.
  • If we are God's unwanted children, so be it!
  • First you've gotta know - not fear, know - that someday you're gonna die.
  • I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I'm free in all the ways that you are not.
  • We're consumers. We are the byproducts 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, Viagra, Olestra.
  • You wanna make an omelet, you gotta break some eggs.

Marla Singer[edit]

  • A condom is the glass slipper of 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.
  • My God … I haven't been fucked like that since grade school.
  • Candy-stripe a cancer ward. It's not my problem.
  • I've got a stomach full of Xanax. I took what was left in the bottle. It might have been too much.
  • [on the phone, after taking a bottle of sleeping pills] This isn't a real suicide-thing. This is probably one of those cry-for-help things... You're going to have to keep me up aaaall night.
  • its a bridesmaids dress. i got it at a second-hand store. It was loved intensely for one night.. then cast aside.

Dialogue[edit]

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?
Narrator: Yeah. Yeah.

Narrator: A new car built by my company leaves somewhere traveling at 60 mph. The rear differential locks up. The car crashes and burns with everyone trapped inside. Now, should we initiate a recall? Take the number of vehicles in the field, A, multiply by the probable rate of failure, B, multiply by the average out-of-court settlement, C. A times B times C equals X. If X is less than the cost of a recall, we don't do one.
Woman on plane: Are there a lot of these kinds of accidents?
Narrator: You wouldn't believe.
Woman on plane: Which car company do you work for?
Narrator: A major one.
[Plane turns heavily, narrator thinks to himself]: Every time the plane banked sharply on takeoff or landing, I prayed for a crash, or mid air collision, anything. Life insurance pays triple when you die on a business trip.

[Narrator's bags have just been confiscated]
Narrator: Was it ticking?
Airport Security Officer: Actually, throwers don't worry about ticking 'cause modern bombs don't tick.
Narrator: Sorry, throwers?
Airport Security Officer: Baggage handlers. But when a suitcase vibrates, then the throwers gotta call the police.
Narrator: My suitcase was vibrating?
Airport Security Officer: Nine times out of ten it's an electric razor. But … every once in a while [looks around, leans in conspiratorially] … it's a dildo. [leans back] Of course, it's company policy never to imply ownership in the event of a dildo. We have to use the indefinite article, "a dildo", never … your dildo.
Narrator: I don't own a dildo!

Narrator: Let me tell you a little bit about Tyler Durden. Tyler was a night person. While the rest of us were sleeping, he worked. He had one part time job as a projectionist. See, 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 it, you can see these little dots come into the upper right-hand corner of the screen.
[In the background, Tyler points to the corner of the screen as one such mark briefly appears.]
Tyler Durden: In the industry, we call them cigarette burns.
Narrator: That's the cue for a changeover. He flips the projectors, the movie keeps right on going, and nobody in the audience has any idea.
Tyler Durden: And why would anyone want this shit job?
Narrator: Because it affords him other interesting opportunities.
Tyler Durden: Like splicing single frames of pornography into family films.
Narrator: So when the snooty cat and the courageous dog with the celebrity voices meet for the first time in reel three, that's when you'll catch a flash of Tyler's contribution to the film.
[As the audience is watching the film, pornography flashes for a split second]
Narrator: Nobody knows that they saw it, but they did.
Tyler Durden: A nice, big cock …
[Several audience members look rattled, a little girl cries]
Narrator: Even a hummingbird couldn't catch Tyler at work.

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, Viagra, Olestra.
Narrator: Martha Stewart.
Tyler Durden: 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.

[Tyler and Narrator stop outside a convenience store at night. Tyler takes out a gun and walks into the store to do their homework assignment of a "human sacrifice", while Narrator protests. Tyler forces the clerk out the back exit at gun point.]
Voice-over: On a long enough timeline the survival rate for everybody drops to zero.
Narrator: Stop! What are we doing? Come on! God!
Tyler Durden: Hands behind your back. Give me your wallet.
[The clerk, now kneeling, hands him his wallet.]
Tyler Durden: Raymond K. Hessel. 1320 South East spanning apartment A. Small cramped basement apartment, Raymond?
Raymond K. Hessel: How did you know?
Tyler Durden: 'Cause they give shitty basement apartments letters instead of numbers. Raymond, you are going to die.
[Raymond begins to cry. Tyler examines content of the wallet.]
Tyler Durden: Is that your mom and dad? Mom and Dad are going to have to call up kindly Doctor So-and-so. Pick up your dental records. Wanna know why? Because there's gonna be nothing left of your face.
Narrator: Oh come on, come on.
Tyler Durden: An expired community college student ID. What did you study, Raymond?
Raymond K. Hessel: S-stuff.
Tyler Durden: Stuff? Were the mid-terms hard? I asked you what you studied!
Raymond K. Hessel: Biology mostly.
Tyler Durden: Why?
Raymond K. Hessel: I don't know.
Tyler Durden: What did you wanna be, Raymond K. Hessel? The question, Raymond! Was "What did you want to be"?!
Narrator: Answer him, Raymond! Jesus!
Raymond K. Hessel: Veterinarian, veterinarian.
Tyler Durden: Animals.
Raymond K. Hessel: Yeah animals and stuff.
Tyler Durden: And stuff, yeah I got that. That means you have to get more schooling.
Raymond K. Hessel: Too much school.
Tyler Durden: Would you rather be dead? Would you rather die? Here, on your knees in the back of a convenience store?
Raymond K. Hessel: No, please no!
[Tyler takes his gun down, takes out Raymond's driver's license throwing the wallet in front of Raymond.]
Tyler Durden: I'm keeping your license. I'm gonna check in on you. I know where you live. If you're not on your way to becoming a veterinarian in six weeks, you will be dead. Now run on home.
[Raymond gets up and runs into the night.]
Tyler Durden: Run Forrest, run!
Narrator: I feel ill.
Tyler Durden: Imagine how he feels.
Narrator: Come on, this isn't funny! That wasn't funny. What the fuck was the point of that?!
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.
Voice-over: You had to give it to him. He had a plan. And it started to make sense in a Tyler sort of way. No fear, no distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide.
[Tyler throws gun to Narrator who opens the barrel to find no bullets inside.]

Narrator: I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every Panda that wouldn't screw to save its species. I wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother all those French beaches I'd never see. I wanted to breathe smoke.
Tyler Durden: Where'd you go psycho boy?
Narrator: I felt like destroying something beautiful.

Narrator: I know it seems like I have more than one side sometimes...
Marla Singer: More than one side? You're Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Jackass!

Taglines[edit]

  • How much can you know about yourself, if you've never been in a fight?
  • When you wake up in a different place at a different time, can you wake up as a different person?
  • Losing all hope is freedom
  • Mischief. Mayhem. Soap.
  • It's only after we've lost everything that we are free to do anything.
  • This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time.
  • Fuck martha stewart ..its all going down

Cast[edit]

External links[edit]

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