Quotes:Hmmm, Clementine the tangerine.
He couldn't get his judges appointed. He had trouble getting his legislation passed, and he lost Republican control of the Senate. His approval ratings in the polls began to sink. He was already beginning to look like a lame duck president. With everything going wrong, he did what any of us would do. He went... on vacation.
Man's got a right to protect his property and his life, and we ain't lettin' no rancher or his lawman take either.
When I was here, I wanted to be there, when I was there all I could think of was getting back into the jungle.
Not very sporting to fire on an unarmed opponent. I thought you were supposed to be good. Aren't you the "good" man? C'mon, Deckard. Show me what you're made of.
I'm very drunk and I intend on getting still drunker before this evening's over.
If you were waiting for the opportune moment, that was it.
Little by little. You're just letting yourself become... Tyler Durden!
The buildings are empty. Security and maintenance and all our people. We're not killing anyone, man, we're setting them free!
Hitting bottom is not a weekend-retreat, it's not a goddamn seminar. Stop trying controlling everything and just let go. Let go!
Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. 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's 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.
If people see this they'll say 'Oh my God, that is horrible,' and then go on eating their dinners.
I'm getting married in September. She would like to see me lose a few pounds. I told her it wouldn't work.
Well, yeah, but I never tried shooting myself in the head neither.
Prison life consists of routine, and then more routine.
The valkyrie at my side is shouting and laughing with the pure, hateful, bloodthirsty joy of the slaughter... and so am I.
David Mills: Wait, I thought all you did was kill innocent people.
John Doe: Innocent? Is that supposed to be funny? An obese man... a disgusting man who could barely stand up; a man who if you saw him on the street, you'd point him out to your friends so that they could join you in mocking him; a man, who if you saw him while you were eating, you wouldn't be able to finish your meal. After him, I picked the lawyer and I know you both must have been secretly thanking me for that one. This is a man who dedicated his life to making money by lying with every breath that he could muster to keeping murderers and rapists on the streets!
David Mills: Murderers?
John Doe: A woman...
David Mills: Murderers, John, like yourself?
John Doe: [interrupts] A woman... so ugly on the inside she couldn't bear to go on living if she couldn't be beautiful on the outside. A drug dealer, a drug dealing pederast, actually! And let's not forget the disease-spreading whore! Only in a world this shitty could you even try to say these were innocent people and keep a straight face. But that's the point. We see a deadly sin on every street corner, in every home, and we tolerate it. We tolerate it because it's common, it's trivial. We tolerate it morning, noon, and night. Well, not anymore. I'm setting the example. What I've done is going to be puzzled over and studied and followed... forever.
"I don't mind being eatin."
Draw... people smiling, dogs running, rainbows. They don't have meetings about rainbows.
I don't want to be in a battle. But waiting on the edge of one I can't escape is even worse.
We are sitting on a field of victory enjoying a few well-earned comforts. The salted pork is particularly good.
They come with fire, they come with axes. Gnawing, biting, breaking, hacking, burning. Destroyers and usurpers, curse them!
Now you listen to me, I'm an advertising man, not a red herring. I've got a job, a secretary, a mother, two ex-wives and several bartenders that depend upon me, and I don't intend to disappoint them all by getting myself "slightly" killed
What I'm trying to say is that I'm all wrong for you. You want a Valentino, somebody with polo ponies, a big shot!
"You're letting her just leave like that? Hes a freak, man. The guy cleans up dead animals for a living."
Ali has trouble meeting new people. You see, the last guy I went out with, well, he wasn't all good news.
I am a choreographer. That's what I do. You are cheerleaders. Cheerleaders are dancers who have gone retarded. What you do is a tiny, pathetic subset of dancing. I will attempt to turn your robotic routines into poetry, written with the human body. Follow me, or perish, sweater monkeys.
You preach about waiting for love. Well, here it is, right in front of you, and you're going to turn your back on it. So that makes you a hypocrite.
For the first time in my life, I got people respecting me. Please, don't ask me to give it up.
Regan. I love your Daddy. I'll always love your Daddy, honey. OK? Burke just comes around here a lot, 'cause, well, he's lonely. Don't got nuttin' to do.
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