Wesley Gibson: [narrating] Six weeks ago I was ordinary and pathetic, just like you. Who am I now? Account manager? Assassin? Just another tool who was mind-fucked into killing his father. I am all of these. I am none of these. Who am I now? This is not me fulfilling my destiny. This is not me following in my father's footsteps. This is definitely not me saving the world.

Sloan: Still trying to figure out who you are?

Wesley Gibson: [narrating] This is not me... this is just a motherfucking decoy.

Sloan: [guy in cubicle turns and looks down; Sloan, realizing his error, looks down to an X made of post-it notes on the floor] Oh, fuck.

Wesley Gibson: [narrating] This *is* me taking control; from Sloan, from the fraternity, from Janice, billing reports, ergonomic keyboards, from cheating girlfriends and sack of shit best friends. This is me taking back control of my life.