film: Fight Club I see around 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 haste taste in cars and clothes. Working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Creat Depression. Our Create War's a spiritual war. Our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been rised on television to belive that on day we'd all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars. But we won't.We're slowly learning that fact. And we're vary, vary pissed off.