quotes are dark but also enlightening with a faint touch of humor. From
the moment the opening credits start, the audience knows that it is
going to be something different and you need to enter your dark side
fearlessly to fully
story. Lets begin your descent into this dark but oddly enlightening
by: David Fincher
Chuck Palahniuk (novel)
Jim Uhls (screenplay) Starring: Edward Norton - The
Brad Pitt - Tyler Durden
Helena Bonham Carter - Marla Singer
Meat Loaf - Robert 'Bob' Paulson
Zach Grenier - Richard Chesler
Richmond Arquette - Intern
Jared Leto - Angel Face
Holt McCallany - The Mechanic
Eion Bailey - Ricky
Evan Mirand - Steph
Thom Gossom Jr. - Detective Stern
Peter Iacangelo - Lou
[first lines;Tyler is
pointing a gun
Narrator's mouth] Narrator:[voice over] People
asking me if I know Tyler Durden. Tyler: Three
minutes. This is
it: ground zero. Would you like to say a few words
to mark the occasion? Narrator: ...i...ann...iinn...ff...nnyin... Narrator:[voice over] With a
between your teeth, you speak only in vowels. [Tyler removes the gun
Narrator's mouth] Narrator: I
can't think of
anything. Narrator:[voice over] For a
second I totally
forgot about Tyler's whole controlled demolition thing and I wonder how
clean that gun is.
over] That old
saying, how you always hurt the one you love, well, it works both ways.
Two and a half. Think of everything we've accomplished. Narrator: [voice over] And
suddenly I realize
that all of this: the gun, the bombs, the revolution...has got
something to do with a girl named Marla Singer.
is engulfed by a weeping Bob in an intense embrace] Narrator:[voice over] Bob.
Bob had bitch
tits. This was a support group for men with testicular cancer. The big
moosie slobbering all over me... that was Bob. Bob: We're
still men. Narrator:
Yes, we're men.
Men is what we are. Narrator: [voice over] Eight
Bob's testicles were removed. Then hormone therapy. He developed bitch
tits because his testosterone was too high and his body upped the
estrogen. And that was where I fit... Bob: They're
gonna have to open
my pecs again to drain the fluid. Narrator:[voice over] Between
sweating tits that hung enormous, the way you'd think of God's as big.
sleepy, stands over a copy machine] Narrator: [voice over] With
nothing's real. Everything is far away. Everything is a copy, of a
copy, of a copy.
When deep space
exploration ramps up, it will be corporations that name everything: The
IBM Stellar Sphere. The Microsoft Galaxy. Planet Starbucks.
Chesler: Gonna need you out-of-town a little more this
We've got some "red-flags" to cover. Narrator:[voice over] It
Tuesday. He was wearing his "cornflower-blue" tie.
his boss, Richard Chesler] Narrator:[voice over] He was
full of pep.
Must've had his grande latte enema.
on a toilet talking on the phone ordering IKEA furniture] Narrator:
Like so many others, I had become a slave to the IKEA nesting instinct.
I'd flip through
catalogs and wonder "what kind of dining set defines me as a
sits before an intern in a doctor's office, who studies him with
bemusement] Intern: No,
you can't die from
narcolepsy? I nod off, I wake up in strange places, I have no idea how
I got there. Intern: You
need to lighten up.
going to his first support group meeting for Testicular Cancer] Narrator:[voice over] And
this is how I met
the big moosie, his eyes already shrink-wrapped in tears. Knees
together, those awkward little steps. [Bob walks towards
extends his hand] Bob: My name
is Bob. Narrator:
Bob! [Bob takes Narrator into
an embrace] Narrator:[voice over] Bob
had been a
champion body-builder. You know that chest expansion program you see on
late night TV?
That was his idea. Bob: I was a
juicer. You know.
Using steroids. Diabonol, Wisterol, they use that for racehorses for
Christsakes. And now I'm bankrupt, I'm divorced, my two grown kids,
they won't even
calls... Narrator:[voice over]
Strangers with this
kind of honesty make me go a big rubbery one. [Bob breaks into sobbing
After a long moment of crying, Bob raises
head, looks at Narrator's nametag] Bob: Go
ahead, Cornelius. You
can cry. [Narrator begins to cry
his arms around Bob] Narrator:[voice over] And
happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion...dark and silent and complete. I
found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.
admitting his addiction to attending Support Groups] Narrator:[voice over] I
dying. I wasn't host to cancer or parasites; I was the warm little
center that the life of this world crowded around.
Every evening I
died, and every evening I was born again, resurrected.
and Narrator are in an embrace] Narrator:[voice over] Bob
loved me because
he thought my testicles were removed too. Being there, pressed against
his tits, ready to cry. This was my vacation... and she ruined
Singer enters, smoking] Marla: This
is cancer, right? Narrator: [voice over] This
Singer did not have testicular cancer. She was a liar. She had no
diseases at all. I had seen her at "Free and Clear", my blood parasite
group Thursdays. Then at "Hope", my bi-monthly sickle cell circle. And
again at "Seize the Day", my tuberculous Friday night. Marla...the big
tourist. Her lie reflected my lie. Suddenly, I felt nothing. I
couldn't cry, so once again I couldn't sleep.
over] When you
have insomnia, you're never really asleep and you're never really
one of his Support Group meeting] Narrator:[voice over] Oh,
Chloe...Chloe looked the way Meryl Streep's skeleton would look if you
made it smile and walk around the party being extra nice to everybody. Chloe: Well,
I'm still here.
But I don't know for how long. That's as much certainty as anyone can
give me. But I've got some good news: I no longer have any fear of
death. But...I am in a pretty lonely place. No one will have sex with
me. I'm so close to the end, and all I want is to get laid for the last
time. I have pornographic movies in my apartment, and lubricants, and
amyl nitrite... [the group leader takes
the mic] Group Leader: Thank
Chloe...everyone, let's thank Chloe.
trying to meditate in of the Support Group meetings] Narrator:[voice over] If I
had a tumor, I'd
named it Marla. Marla...the little scratch on the roof of your mouth
that would heal if only you could stop tonguing it, but you can't.
Hey. We need to talk. Marla: Sure. Narrator:
I'm on to you. Marla: What? Narrator:
Yeah. You're a faker.
You're not dying. Marla: Sorry?
Narrator: In the Tibetan philosophy, Sylvia Plath sense of the word. I
know we're all dying. But you're not dying the way Chloe back there is
dying. Marla: So? Narrator:
So, you're a tourist.
Okay? I've seen you? I saw you at melanoma, I saw you at tuberculosis
and I saw you at testicular cancer! Marla: I saw
Practicing what? Marla:
Telling me off. Is it
going as well as you hoped...? [reads
his nametag] "Rupert"? Narrator:
I'll expose you. Marla: Go
ahead. I'll expose
When people think you're dying, they really, really listen to you,
instead of just... Marla:
...instead of just
waiting for their turn to speak?
Marla out of the Support Group meeting] Narrator:
Hold on, I'll tell
you; we'll split up the week, okay? You take lymphoma, and
My smoking doesn't go over at all. Narrator: Okay,
Testicular cancer should be no contest, I think. Marla: Well,
have more of a right to be there than you. You still have your balls. Narrator:
You're kidding. Marla: I
don't know... am I? Narrator:
No, no! What do you
want? Marla: I'll
take the parasites. Narrator:
You can't have both
the parasites, but while you take the blood parasites... Marla: I
want brain parasites. Narrator:
I'll take the blood
parasites. But I'm gonna take the organic brain dementia, okay? Marla: I
want that. Narrator:
You can't have the
whole brain, that's... Marla:: So
far you have four, I
only have two! Narrator:
Okay. Take both the
parasites. They're yours. Now we both have three...
Marla into the thrift shop] Marla: So,
we each have
three...that's six. What about the seventh day? I want ascending bowel
cancer. Narrator:[voice over] The
girl had done her
No..No, I want bowel
That's your favorite
too? Tried to slip it by me, eh? Narrator:
Look we're going to
split it, Okay. Take the first and third Sunday of the month. Marla: Deal. [they shake hands] Marla: Looks
like this is
Well, let's not make
a big thing out of it. [Marla walks out the
shop not looking
back] Marla: How's
this for not
making a big thing?
Marla's philosophy of life is that she might die at any moment. The
tragedy, she said, was that she didn't.
wakes up in Airplane cabin] Narrator:[voice over] 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. You wake up at Air Harbor
International. If you wake up at a different time, in a different
place, could you wake up as a different person?
Everywhere I travel, tiny life. Single-serving sugar,
single-serving cream, single pat of butter. The microwave Cordon Bleu
hobby kit. Shampoo-conditioner combos, sample-packaged mouthwash, tiny
bars of soap. The people I meet on each flight? They're single-serving
Every time the
plane banked too sharply on take-off or landing, I prayed for a crash,
or a mid-air collision...anything. [we see the plane having
collision] Narrator:[voice over] Life
off triple if you die on a business trip.
wakes up an sees Tyler sitting next to him on the same flight.
start talking] Tyler: You
know why the put
oxygen masks on planes? Narrator: So
you can breathe. Tyler: Oxygen,
gets you high.
In a catastrophic emergency, we're taking giant, panicked
breaths...suddenly you become euphoric, docile, you accept your fate.
What do you do? Tyler: What
do you mean? Narrator:
What do you do for a
living? Tyler: Why?
So you can pretend
like you're interested?
the Narrator] Tyler: You
have a kind of sick
desperation in your laugh.
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:
That's right. One could
make all kinds of explosives, using simple household items. Narrator:
Really? Tyler: If
one were so inclined. 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, even the... Tyler: Oh I
get it, it's very
Thank you. Tyler: How's
that working out
for you? Narrator:
What? Tyler: Being
clever. Narrator: Great. Tyler: Keep
it up then. Right
up. [Tyler gets up from his
seat] Tyler: Now a
etiquette: As I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch?
the airport baggage claim area, the Narrator has lost his luggage] Narrator:
Was...was it ticking?
Airport Security Officer:
Actually throwers don't worry about ticking 'cause modern bombs don't
Sorry, throwers? Airport Security Officer:
Baggage handlers. But, when a suitcase vibrates, then the throwers
gotta call the police. Narrator: My
vibrating? Airport Security Officer:
times out of ten it's an electric razor, but every once in a while...[whispers]...it's a
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... [Security Officer waves
arrives to see his condo has been blown up with all his belongings
burned and scattered everywhere] Narrator:
Home was a condo on
the fifteenth floor of a filing cabinet for widows and young
professionals. The walls were solid concrete. A foot of concrete is
important when your next-door neighbor lets their hearing aid go and
have to watch game-shows at full volume. Or when a volcanic blast of
debris that used to be your furniture and personal effects blows out of
your floor-to-ceiling windows and sails flaming into the night. I
suppose these things happen.
and Narrator are at a bar discussing the distruction of Narrator's
condo] Tyler: You
know man it could be
worse. A woman could cut off your penis while you're sleeping and toss
it out the window of a moving car. Narrator:
There's always that.
I don't know, it's just...when you buy furniture, you tell yourself:
that's it, that's the last sofa I'm gonna need. Whatever else happens,
I've got that sofa problem handled. I had it all. I had a stereo that
was very decent, a wardrobe that was getting very respectable. I was
close to being complete. Tyler: Shit,
man, now it's all
Do you know what a duvet is? Narrator:
It's a comforter... Tyler Durden:
It's a blanket. Just a blanket. Now why do guys like you and I know
what a duvet is? Is this essential to our survival, in the
hunter-gatherer sense of the word? No. What are we then? Narrator:
Right. We're consumers. We're by-products of a lifestyle obsession.
Murder, crime, poverty...these things don't concern me. What concerns
me is celebrity magazines, television with five hundred channels, some
guy's name on my underwear. Rogaine, Viagra, Olestra. Narrator:
Martha Stewart. Tyler: Fuck
Martha's polishing the brass of the Titanic. It's all going down, man!
So fuck off, with your sofa units and your string green stripe
say never be complete. I say stop being perfect. I say let...let's
evolve, let the chips fall where they may. But that's me, I could be
wrong, maybe it's a terrible tragedy. Narrator: No.
It's just...it's just stuff, not tragedy. Tyler: Well,
you did lose a lot of versatile solutions for modern living. Narrator: Fuck,
you're right! [Tyler offers him
cigarettes] Narrator: No,
I don't smoke.
insurance is probably gonna cover it, so. [Tyler gives Narrator a
look] Narrator: What? Tyler:
The things you own, end up owing you.
Oh, it's late. Hey, thanks for the beer. Tyler: Yeah,
man. Narrator: I
should find a hotel. Tyler: [in disbelief] What? Narrator:
What? Tyler: A
hotel? Narrator: Yeah. Tyler: Just
ask, man. Narrator:
What are you talking
about? Tyler:[laughs] Three
pitchers of beer,
and you still can't ask. Narrator:
What? Tyler: You
call me because you
need a place to stay. Narrator:
Oh, hey, no, no, no,
I didn't mean... Tyler: Yes,
you did. So just
ask. Cut the foreplay and just ask man. Narrator:
Would...would that be
a problem? Tyler: Is it
a problem for you
to ask? Narrator:
Can I stay at your
place? Tyler: Yeah.
Narrator: Thanks Tyler: But I
want you to do me
a favor. Narrator:
Yeah, sure. Tyler: I
want you to hit me as
hard as you can. Narrator:
What? Tyler: [talking very slow]
I want you to
hit me as hard as you can.
about Tyler Durden's job as a projectionist splicing 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. [we see the audience is
film, the pornography flashes for a split second] Narrator: Nobody
they saw it. But they did. Tyler: A
nice, big cock. [we see several audience
rattled, a little girl starts to cry] Narrator: Even
couldn't catch Tyler at work.
Well, what do you want me to do? You just want me to hit you? Tyler:
C'mon, do me this one
Why? Tyler: Why?
I don't know why;
I don't know. Never been in a fight. You? Narrator:
No, but that...that's
a good thing. Tyler: No,
it is not. How much
can you know about yourself if you've never been in a fight? I don't
wanna die without any scars. So come on; hit me before I lose my nerve. Narrator: Oh
God. This is
crazy. Tyler: So go
crazy. Let 'er rip. Narrator: I
don't know about
this. Tyler: I
don't either. Who
gives a shit? No one's watching. What do you care? Narrator:
Whoa, wait, this is
crazy. You want me to hit you? Tyler:
That's right. Narrator:
What, like in the
face? Tyler:[laughing] Surprise
This is so fucking
stupid. [Narrator swings,
Tyler's head] Tyler: Oh.
hit me in the ear! Narrator:
Well, Jesus, I'm
sorry. Tyler: Ow,
ear, man? Narrator:
Aw, I fucked it up... Tyler: No,
that was perfect!