The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide. Tyler Durden : This is your pain. This is your burning hand. It's right here. Look at it. Narrator : I'm going to my cave. I'm going to my cave and I'm going to find my power animal. Tyler Durden : No! Don't deal with this the way those dead people do. Deal with it the way a living person does. Narrator : I am Jack's cold sweat. Narrator : When the fight was over, nothing was solved, but nothing mattered. We all felt saved.
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. Narrator : We have just lost cabin pressure. Narrator : You can swallow a pint of blood before you get sick. Narrator : You're insane. Tyler Durden : No, you're insane. Narrator : We have front row seats for this theatre of mass destruction.
The demolitions committee of Project Mayhem wrapped the foundation columns of a dozen buildings with blasting gelatin. In two minutes primary charges will blow base charges and a few square blocks will be reduced to smoldering rubble. I know this, because Tyler knows this. Narrator : I wrote little haiku poems. I emailed them to everyone. 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. Narrator : Tyler, you are by far the most interesting single-serving friend I've ever met Tyler Durden : Oh I get it, it's very clever. Narrator : Thank you. Tyler Durden : How's that working out for you? Tyler Durden : Being clever.
Narrator : Great. Tyler Durden : Keep it up then Right up. Tyler Durden : Now a question of etiquette; as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch? Narrator : Bob loved me because he thought my testicles were removed too. Being there, pressed against his tits, ready to cry. This was my vacation Marla Singer : This is cancer, right? Narrator : This chick Marla 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. Her lie reflected my lie. Suddenly, I felt nothing. I couldn't cry, so once again I couldn't sleep.
Narrator : 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. 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 : 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. Tyler points a gun into the Narrator's mouth]. Narrator : [voiceover] People are always asking me if I know Tyler Durden.
Tyler Durden : Three minutes. This is it - ground zero. Would you like to say a few words to mark the occasion? Narrator : With a gun barrel between your teeth, you speak only in vowels. Narrator : I can't think of anything. Narrator : For a second I totally forgot about Tyler's whole controlled demolition thing and I wonder how clean that gun is.
Tyler Durden : Would you like to say a few words to mark the occasion? Narrator : mumbles Tyler Durden : I'm sorry Narrator : I still can't think of anything.
Tyler Durden : Ah Tyler Durden : [] Now, ancient people found their clothes got cleaner if they washed them at a certain spot in the river. You know why? Tyler Durden : Human sacrifices were once made on the hills above this river. Bodies burnt, water speeded through the wood ashes to create lye.
Tyler Durden : This is lye - the crucial ingredient. The lye combined with the melted fat of the bodies, till a thick white soapy discharge crept into the river. May I see your hand, please? Narrator : What is this? Tyler Durden : This Tyler Durden Narrator : I had it all.
Even the glass dishes with tiny bubbles and imperfections, proof they were crafted by the honest, simple, hard-working indigenous peoples of Tyler Durden : [] If you could fight anyone, who would you fight? Narrator : I'd fight my boss, prob'ly. Tyler Durden : Really. Narrator : Yeah, why, who would you fight? Tyler Durden : I'd fight my dad. Narrator : I don't know my dad. I mean, I know him, but Married this other woman, had some other kids. He like did this every six years, he goes to a new city and starts a new family.
Tyler Durden : Fucker's setting up franchises. 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 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. Narrator : I'll tell you: we'll split up the week, okay?
You take lymphoma, and tuberculosis Marla Singer : You take tuberculosis. My smoking doesn't go over at all. Narrator : Okay, good, fine. Testicular cancer should be no contest, I think. Marla Singer : Well, technically, I have more of a right to be there than you. You still have your balls. Narrator : You're kidding. Marla Singer : I don't know Narrator : No, no! What do you want? Marla Singer : I'll take the parasites.
Narrator : You can't have both the parasites, but while you take the blood parasites Marla Singer : I want brain parasites. Narrator : I'll take the blood parasites. But I'm gonna take the organic brain dementia, okay? Marla Singer : I want that. Narrator : You can't have the whole brain, that's Marla Singer : So far you have four, I only have two! Narrator : Okay. Take both the parasites. They're yours. Now we both have three Marla Singer : So, we each have three What about the seventh day?
I want ascending bowel cancer. Narrator : [Narrating] The girl had done her homework. Marla Singer : That's your favorite too? Tried to slip it by me, eh? Richard Chesler : Is that your blood? Narrator : Some of it, yeah. Narrator : Bob had bitch tits. Narrator : [looking at a Calvin Klein ad on a bus] Is that what a man looks like? Tyler Durden : [laughs] Self-improvement is masturbation.
Now self-destruction Tyler Durden : The salt balance has to be just right, so the best fat for making soap comes from humans. Narrator : Wait. What is this place? Tyler Durden : A liposuction clinic. Marla Singer : There are things about you that I like. You're smart, you're funny, you're But you're intolerable! You have very serious emotional problems. Deep seated problems for which you should seek professional help.
Narrator : I know, and I'm sorry Marla Singer : Yeah, you're sorry, I'm sorry, everybody's sorry, but I can't do this anymore. I can't. And I won't. I'm gone. I had a stereo that was very decent, a wardrobe that was getting very respectable.
I was close to being complete. Tyler Durden : Shit man, now it's all gone. Narrator : [] Clean food, please. Waiter : In that case, sir, may I advise against the lady eating clam chowder? Narrator : No clam chowder, thank you.
Narrator : After fighting, everything else in your life got the volume turned down. Narrator : I want you to listen to me very carefully, Tyler. Tyler Durden : Okay Narrator : My eyes are open. Narrator : Like so many others, I had become a slave to the Ikea nesting instinct.
Narrator : What do you want me to do? Tyler Durden : Come on, do me this one favor. I don't know why, I don't know. Never been in a fight, you? Tyler Durden : No, man it's not. How much can you know yourself if you've never been in a fight?
I don't wanna die with out any scars. Tyler Durden : [the Narrator places the gun under his chin and cocks back the hammer] Now why would you want to go and blow your head off? Narrator : Life insurance pays off triple if you die on a business trip.
You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you, never wanted you, and in all probability, he HATES you. It's not the worst thing that can happen. Tyler Durden : Fuck damnation, man! Narrator : You're fucking Marla, Tyler. Tyler Durden : Uh, technically, you're fucking Marla, but it's all the same to her. Angel Face : Bury him in the garden. Come on people, let's go! Narrator : Get away from him!
Get the fuck away! Angel Face : He was killed serving Project Mayhem, sir. Narrator : This is Bob. He was a decent man, and we're not gonna bury him in the fucking garden! Narrator : Except for their humping, Tyler and Marla were never in the same room.
My parents pulled this exact same act for years. Narrator : Tyler's not here. Tyler went away. Tyler's gone. Narrator : What do you do? Tyler Durden : What do you mean? Narrator : What do you do for a living? Narrator : First person that comes out this fucking door gets a Narrator : How embarrassing Narrator : I flipped through catalogs and wondered: What kind of dining set defines me as a person? Narrator : By the end of the first month, I didn't miss TV.
Narrator : Oh, yeah, 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. 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 Group Leader : Thank you, Chloe Narrator : Fuck.
Tyler Durden : Hey, even the Mona Lisa's falling apart. Narrator : Hello? Tyler Durden : [Eating breakfast cereal] Who is this? Narrator : Tyler? Tyler Durden : Who is this? We had the same suitcase. Tyler Durden : Oh yeah, right. Tyler Durden : Ok? Narrator : I called a second ago, th - there was no answer, I'm at the payphone Tyler Durden : So what's up, huh? Narrator : Uh, well You're not gonna believe this 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.
Narrator : Nobody knows that they saw it, but they did Tyler Durden : A nice, big cock The Tyler Durden Marla knows is moody, emotionally unavailable, and kind of a jerk to her; "You love me, you hate me.
You show me your sensitive side, then you turn into a total asshole," she snaps. But at the same time, that line could just as easily describe any number of guys who aren't suffering from literal split personality disorder. As far as Marla is concerned, Tyler is a perfectly ordinary breed of bad boyfriend—and one who's good enough in bed to be worth the continued emotional investment. In the final moments of Fight Club , the Narrator sticks a gun in his mouth and pulls the trigger—but it's Tyler Durden who falls to the floor with his brains leaking out the back of his head.
The answer may lie in Tyler's own explanation of why and how the Narrator created him: "I am free in all the ways you are not. In the moment he pulls the trigger, the Narrator both takes and surrenders control simultaneously; he lets go in every sense of the word. And while he doesn't die in that moment, his life as he knows it is arguably over—and he's arguably reborn in the next scene, taking Marla's hand and watching calmly as Project Mayhem reaches its inevitable conclusion.
More food for thought: considering that members of Project Mayhem who give their lives to the cause are rewarded with the privilege of having names, and considering that the nameless Narrator was both the project's founder and its first unwitting member, we wouldn't be surprised if he goes by "Tyler Durden" moving forward. Fight Club ends just as Project Mayhem detonates the bombs in the basements of multiple buildings where credit records are held—an achievement which Tyler and his followers believed would launch the start of a new era of "financial equilibrium.
In an earlier speech, Tyler described a vision of a world rebuilt not just on the ruins of the financial system, but on the actual ruins of civilization as we know it: one where leather-wearing, subsistence-farming survivors of the apocalypse live out their lives surrounded by crumbling, obsolete monuments to consumerism. Add to that the fact that dozens of independent, anarchist Project Mayhem cells had formed in cities across the US by the time the Narrator gained control of his faculties—all populated by Space Monkeys prepared to risk their lives for a new world—and it's a fair bet that these explosions are merely the opening salvo in an apocalyptic destruct-a-thon designed to permanently dismantle the system.
Fight Club obviously has a lot to say about the dangers of modern consumer culture—in the form of Tyler Durden's endless Nietzschean lectures about the inevitability of death and the pointlessness of ladder-climbing. But while Tyler's nihilism is never in doubt, the movie's message is less obvious. For one, the Narrator never fully subscribes to that philosophy, even after he puts a bullet in his own head to be rid of Tyler.
It ultimately became one of the most controversial films of , due to its excessive violence and wild twist ending. The moral is to decouple your self-image from what society wants from you, and rediscover a core of strength and identity inside yourself. That is what you need to feel strong, and the rest is shadows and dust. Fight Club frequently suggests that the domestication of individuals in society prohibits meaningful existence. The movie uniquely oscillates between domestic or anti-domestic culture.
Fourth rule: Only two guys to a fight. It shows the bipolar nature of the male psyche, being torn between the sensitive, fashionable and demure qualities of the Narrator, and the macho, impulsive Tyler Durden. It nourishes our desire to break things, create havoc and revolt against perceived oppression. The Narrator shot Tyler by shooting himself, and Tyler did die as a result. Third rule of Fight Club: someone yells stop, goes limp, taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule: only two guys to a fight.
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