CONSUMERS

Excerp from movie "Fight Club"
INT. LOU'S TAVERN - SAME
Jack and Tyler sit in the back, with a pitcher of beer.

TYLER You know man, could be worse. A woman could cut off your penis while you're sleeping and toss it out the window of a moving car.

JACK 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. No matter what 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 so close to being complete.

TYLER Shit, man, now it's all gone.

JACK All gone.

TYLER Do you know what a duvet it?

JACK Comforter.

TYLER It's a blanket, just a blanket. Now why guys like you and I know what a duvet is? Is this essential to our survival? In the hunter-gathered sense of the word? No. What are we then?

JACK You know, consumers.

TYLER 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.

JACK Martha Stewart.

TYLER Fuck Martha Stewart. Martha's polishes on the brass of the Titanic. It's all going down, man! So fuck off, with your sofa units and your green stripe patterns. I say never be complete. I say stop being perfect. I say let's evolve and let the chips fall where they may. But that's me, I could be wrong, maybe it's a terrible tragedy.

JACK No, it's just stuff.

TYLER Well, you did lose a lot of versatile solutions for a modern life.

JACK Fuck, you're right.

Tyler offers Jack a cigarette.

JACK No, I don't smoke. My insurance will probably cover it, so... Tyler stares at him

JACK What?

TYLER The things you own, end up owing you. But do what you like, man.