on material possesions from Fight Club

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.