Hey, you created me. I didn't create some loser alter-ego to make myself feel better. Take some responsibility!

Well, technically, I have more of a right to be there than you. You still have your balls.

WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! Ok, you are now firing a gun at your 'imaginary friend' near 400 GALLONS OF NITROGLYCERINE!

Oxygen gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, you're taking giant panicked breaths.uddenly you become euphoric, docile.

Nobody knows that they saw it, but they did...A nice, big cock...

Oxygen gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, you're taking giant panicked breaths.uddenly you become euphoric, docile.

Look, nobody takes this more seriously than me. That condo was my life, okay? I loved every stick of furniture in that place.

The microwave Cordon Bleu hobby kit.

You don't know where I've been. You don't know where I've been. Just let us have the basement, Lou!

The teenager's braces are still wrapped around the backseat ashtray. Might make a good anti-smoking ad.

It was beautiful. We were selling rich women their own fat asses back to them.

Listen, you can run water over your hand and make it worse or...you can use vinegar and neutralize the burn.

I loved every stick of furniture in that place. That was not just a bunch of stuff that got destroyed, it was ME!

Fuck what you know. You need to forget about what you know, that's your problem.

The demolitions committee of Project Mayhem wrapped the foundation columns of a dozen buildings with blasting gelatin.

The second rule of Fight Club is: you DO NOT talk about Fight Club!

Look, nobody takes this more seriously than me. That condo was my life, okay? I loved every stick of furniture in that place.

Go ahead, Cornelius, you can cry.

The things you own end up owning you.

I am Jack's colon. I get cancer, I kill Jack.