Tyler Durden

An exit-door procedure at 30.000 feet. Mm-hmm. The illusion of safety.

The things you own end up owning you.

You wanted a way to change your life. You could not do this on your own. All the ways you wish you could be... That's me. 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've had a near-life experience!

— You know why they put oxygen masks on planes?
— So you can breathe.
— Oxygen gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, you take giant panic breaths. Suddenly you become euphoric, docile. You accept your fate. It's all right here. Emergency water landing, 600mph. Blank faces. Calm as hindu cows.
— That's um... That's an interesting theory.

It's only after we have lost everything that we are free to do anything.

I say never be complete. I say stop being perfect. I say let's... let's evolve. Let the chips fall where they may.

What are we, then? 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.

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.

Working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need.

Narrator: Tyler, you are by far the most interesting single-serving friend I've ever met. ... See, I have this thing: everything on a plane is single-serving...
Tyler Durden: Oh, I get it. It's very clever.
Narrator: Thank you.
Tyler Durden: How's that working out for you?
Narrator: What?
Tyler Durden: Being clever.
Narrator: ... Great.

You wanna make an omelet, you gotta break some eggs.

We have no great war. No great depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives.

Stop trying to control everything and just let go! Let go!

Now, a question of etiquette – as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch?