Most scenes together: Patrick Bateman & Jean (8), Patrick Bateman & Bryce (5), Patrick Bateman & Evelyn (5)
Is that the Ransom file? Thanks. Don't wear that outfit again.
Ummm...what? I didn't hear you.
I said "Do not wear that outfit again." Wear a dress. A skirt or something.
You don't like this, I take it?
Come on, you're prettier than that.
Thanks, Patrick.
Jean! I need help.
Patrick, is that you?
Jean, I'm not...
Craig McDermott called. He wants to meet you, David Van Patten, and Tim Bryce at Harry's for drinks.
Oh, my God... you dumb bitch.
Patrick! I can't hear you!
Where are you, Patrick? What's wrong?
I don't think I'm going to make it, Jean ... to the, uh ... office this afternoon.
Why?
Just say no!
What is it, Patrick? Are you all right?
Stop sounding so ****... sad. Jesus.
You like Huey Lewis and the News?
Paul Allen They're OK.
Their early work was a little too new wave for my tastes, but when Sports came out in '83,I think they really came into their own, commercially and artistically. The whole album has a clear, crisp sound, and a new sheen of consummate professionalism that really gives the songs a big boost. He's been compared to Elvis Costello, but I think Huey has a far more bitter, cynical sense of humour.
Paul Allen Hey Halberstram.
Yes, Allen?
Paul Allen Why are there copies of the Style section all over the place, d-do you have a dog? A little chow or something?
No, Allen.
Paul Allen Is that a rain coat?
Yes it is! In '87, Huey released this, Fore, their most accomplished album. I think their undisputed masterpiece is "Hip to be Square", a song so catchy, most people probably don't listen to the lyrics. But they should, because it's not just about the pleasures of conformity, and the importance of trends, it's also a personal statement about the band itself. [raises axe above head] Hey Paul!
TRY GETTING A RESERVATION AT DORSIA NOW YOU **** STUPID BASTARD! YOU, **** BASTARD!
It's a **** milligram of sweetener. I want to get high off this, not sprinkle it on my **** oatmeal.
Definitely weak, but I have a feeling that if we do enough of it we'll be okay.
Will you keep it down? I'm trying to do drugs!
**** you!
Calm down. Let's do it anyway.
Yes, you're right. That is, if the **** in the next stall thinks it's okay!
**** YOU!
HEY **** YOU! Sorry, dude. Steroids. Okay, let's do it.
Definitely weak, but I have a feeling that if we do enough of it we'll be okay.
Will you keep it down? I'm trying to do drugs!
HEY, **** YOU!
He makes himself out to be a harmless old codger, but inside... inside...
"Inside," yes, "inside..." - believe it or not, Bryce, we're actually listening to you...
Come on, Bateman, what do you think?
Whatever.
Listen Patrick, can we talk?
You look... marvelous. There's nothing to say.
Stop it, I'm...
- on a lot of lithium?
Will you call me before Easter?
Maybe.
Thousands of roses and lots of chocolate truffles. Godiva, and oysters in the half-shell.
I'm trying to listen to the new Robert Palmer tape, but Evelyn, my supposed fianc?e, keeps buzzing in my ear.
Annie Leibovitz. We'll get Annie Leibovitz. And we'll have to get someone to videotape. Patrick, we should do it.
Do what?
Get married. Have a wedding.
No, I can't take the time off work.
Your father practically owns the company. You can do anything you like, silly.
I don't want to talk about it.
Well, you hate that job anyway. Why don't you just quit? You don't have to work.
Because I want...to fit...in.
Are you dating anyone?
Maybe. I don't know... Not really.
Make someone happy. Have you ever wanted to?
I'm looking for, uh... [puts nail gun to the back of Jean's head] I guess you could say I just want to have a meaningful relationship with someone special.
What's that?
Duct tape. I need it for... taping something.
Luis Hi, guys. I wanna get your opinion on something. It's my business card. I decided to get a new one, too.
Very nice.
Very nice, Luis.
Luis Thank you. [shows it to Bateman, who does not respond. Luis then leaves]
Listen, what about dinner...
Is that all you ever have to contribute, Van Patten? What about ****in' dinner?!
Cheer up there, baby. What's the matter? No shiatsu this morning? [claps Bateman on the shoulder]
Hold on there, little buddy--!
Luis Patrick...why here? I've seen you looking at me. [traces a hand along Bateman's cheek, before pressing a finger to his lips and nose] I've noticed your...hot body. [chuckles, then moves in close] Don't be shy. You can't imagine how long I've wanted this - ever since that Christmas party - Arizona 206, you know, the one where you were wearing that red striped paisley Armani tie...
Luis I want you. I want you, too!
Luis Patrick!
WHAT IS IT?!
Luis ...Where are you going?
I've gotta return some videotapes. [leaves]
If they have a great personality and they're not great looking... then who **** cares?
Well, let's just say hypothetically ok? What if they have a great personality?
There are no girls with good personalities.
A good personality consists of a chick with a little hard body, who will satisfy all sexual demands without being too slutty about things, and who essentially will keep her dumb **** mouth shut.
The only girls with good personalities who are smart or maybe funny or halfway intelligent or talented, though God knows what the **** that means, are ugly chicks.
Absolutely.
And this is because they have to make up for how **** unnattractive they are.
