Fight Club (1999) Poster


Helena Bonham Carter: Marla Singer



  • Narrator : When people think you're dying, they really, really listen to you, instead of just...

    Marla Singer : - instead of just waiting for their turn to speak?

  • Richard Chesler : [1:04:51]  The first rule of Fight Club is you don't talk about Fight Club?

    Narrator : [Voice-over]  I'm half asleep again; I must've left the original in the copy machine.

    Richard Chesler : The second rule of Fight Club - is this yours?

    Narrator : Huh?

    Richard Chesler : Pretend you're me, make a managerial decision: you find this, what would you do?

    Narrator : [pauses]  Well, I gotta tell you: I'd be very, very careful who you talk to about that, because the person who wrote that... is dangerous.

    [Gets up from the chair] 

    Narrator : [Talking slowly]  And this button-down, Oxford-cloth psycho might just snap, and then stalk from office to office with an Armalite AR-10 carbine gas-powered semi-automatic weapon, pumping round after round into colleagues and co-workers. This might be someone you've known for years. Someone very, very close to you.

    Narrator : [Voice-over]  Tyler's words coming out of my mouth.

    [Snatches the piece of paper from boss' hands] 

    Narrator : [Voice-over]  And I used to be such a nice guy.

    Narrator : Or maybe you shouldn't bring me every little piece of trash you happen to pick up.

    [Phone rings] 

    Narrator : [Into phone]  Compliance and Liability...?

    Marla Singer : My tit's gonna rot off.

    Narrator : [to boss]  Would you excuse me? I need to take this.

  • [after vigorous sex with Tyler Durden] 

    Marla Singer : [52:52]  My God. I haven't been fucked like that since grade school.

  • Marla Singer : I got this dress at a thrift store for one dollar.

    Narrator : It was worth every penny.

    Marla Singer : It's a bridesmaid's dress. Someone loved it intensely for one day, and then tossed it. Like a Christmas tree. So special. Then, bam, it's on the side of the road.

    [Grabs Narrator's crotch] 

    Marla Singer : Tinsel still clinging to it. Like a sex crime victim. Underwear inside out. Bound with electrical tape.

    Narrator : Well, then it suits you.

    Marla Singer : You can borrow it sometime.

  • Marla Singer : ...Condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip one on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night... then you throw it away. The condom, I mean, not the stranger.

    Narrator : What?

  • Marla Singer : You're the worst thing that's ever happened to me.

  • 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. Jackass!

  • 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... and she ruined *everything*.

    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. Marla... the big tourist. Her lie reflected my lie. Suddenly, I felt nothing. I couldn't cry, so once again I couldn't sleep.

  • 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... am I?

    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... that's six. What about the seventh day? I want ascending bowel cancer.

    Narrator : [Narrating]  The girl had done her homework.

    Narrator : No. No, I WANT bowel cancer.

    [the clerk gives them both a weird look] 

    Marla Singer : That's your favorite too? Tried to slip it by me, eh?

  • Marla Singer : There are things about you that I like. You're smart, you're funny, you're... spectacular in bed... 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.

  • [about attending support groups for diseases she doesn't have] 

    Marla Singer : It's cheaper than a movie, and there's free coffee.

  • Marla Singer : [after taking a bottle of sleeping pills]  This isn't a real suicide-thing. This is probably one of those cry-for-help things.

  • [Holding up a wad of cash] 

    Marla Singer : You're not getting this back. I consider it asshole tax.

  • Narrator : I've found a new one. For men *only*.

    Marla Singer : Oh, is it a testicle thing?

  • Marla Singer : Your whacked out bald freaks hit me with a fucking broom! They almost broke my arm! They were burning their fingertips with lye, the stink was unbelievable!

  • [after giving Marla a breast exam] 

    Marla Singer : I wish I could return the favor.

    Narrator : There's not a lot of breast cancer in the men in my family.

    Marla Singer : I could check your prostate.

  • Narrator : You know what, I really think it's time you got out of here.

    Marla Singer : Oh don't worry, I'm leaving.

    Narrator : Not that we don't enjoy your little visits...

    Marla Singer : You know you are such a nutcase, I can't even begin to keep up!

  • Marla Singer : I've got a stomachful of Xanax. I took what was left of a bottle. It might have been too much.

  • Marla Singer : I've been going to Debtor's Anonymous. You want to see some really fucked-up people...

  • Marla Singer : Candy-stripe a cancer ward. It's not my problem.

  • Marla Singer : Slide.

    [spoken after appearing in the Narrator's guided meditation visualization in place of his power animal, a penguin] 

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