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American Psycho is a 2000 film about a young, well-to-exercise man who isn't quite as normal equally he seems....once yous notice all the body parts of women he keeps in his apartment.

Directed by Mary Harron. Written by Mary Harron and Guinevere Turner, based on the novel by Bret Easton Ellis.

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Patrick Bateman [edit]

• [repeated line] I have to return some videotapes.

• I like to dissect girls. Did you lot know I'yard utterly insane?

• Expect at that subtle off-white coloring; the tasteful thickness of it... Oh my God, information technology even has a watermark.

• [to a bartender, who doesn't seem to detect] You're a fucking ugly bitch. I want to stab you to death and play around with your claret.

• I alive in the American Gardens Building on Westward 81st Street on the 11th floor. My name is Patrick Bateman. I'm 27 years onetime. I believe in taking intendance of myself, and a balanced diet and a rigorous practise routine. In the morning, if my face is a fiddling puffy, I'll put on an water ice pack while doing my stomach crunches. I can practise a thousand now. Afterward I remove the ice pack I employ a deep pore cleanser balm. In the shower I use a h2o activated gel cleanser, then a honey almond body scrub, and on the face an exfoliating gel scrub. Then I employ an herb-mint facial masque which I leave on for 10 minutes while I prepare the rest of my routine. I ever use an after shave balm with little or no alcohol, because alcohol dries your face out and makes you look older. And then moisturizer, then an anti-aging centre balm followed by a final moisturizing protective lotion. There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman. Some kind of abstraction. But there is no existent me. Only an entity. Something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you tin can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours, and maybe you can fifty-fifty sense our lifestyles are probably comparable, I simply am not there.

• I accept all the characteristics of a man: mankind, blood, pare, hair; but not a single, articulate, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. Something horrible is happening within of me and I don't know why. My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I remember my mask of sanity is virtually to skid.

• There is a moment of sheer panic when I realize that Paul's flat overlooks the park... and is obviously more expensive than mine.

• I'm on the verge of tears past the time we go far at Espace, since I'g positive we won't have a decent tabular array, only we do. The relief washes over me in an awesome wave.

• [to two prostitutes] Practise you like Phil Collins? I've been a big Genesis fan ever since the release of their 1980 anthology, Duke. Before that, I really didn't understand any of their work. Too artsy, too intellectual. It was on Duke where, uh, Phil Collins' presence became more than apparent. I think Invisible Touch was the group's undisputed masterpiece. Information technology's an epic meditation on intangibility. At the same fourth dimension, it deepens and enriches the significant of the preceding three albums. Christy, take off your robe. Listen to the bright ensemble playing of Banks, Collins and Rutherford. You tin practically hear every nuance of every instrument. Sabrina, remove your apparel. In terms of lyrical craftsmanship, the sheer songwriting, this anthology hits a new peak of professionalism. Sabrina, why don't you, uh, dance a little. Take the lyrics to "Land of Confusion". In this vocal, Phil Collins addresses the problems of abusive political authority. "In Too Deep" is the well-nigh moving pop song of the 1980s, almost monogamy and delivery. The song is extremely uplifting. Their lyrics are as positive and affirmative equally, uh, anything I've heard in rock. Christy, get down on your knees then Sabrina can meet your asshole. Phil Collins' solo career seems to be more commercial and therefore more satisfying, in a narrower way. Especially songs like "In the Air Tonight" and, uh, "Against All Odds". Sabrina, don't just stare at it, swallow information technology. Simply I too think Phil Collins works best inside the confines of the group, than equally a solo artist, and I stress the word artist. This is "Sussudio", a great, great song, a personal favorite.

• Howard! It'due south Bateman, Patrick Bateman. You're my lawyer so I call up you should know I've killed a lot of people. Some escort girls in an apartment uptown... uh... some homeless people maybe five or ten. Uh... Some NYU girl I met in Primal Park, I left her in a parking lot behind some donut shop, I killed Bethany, my old girlfriend, with a nailgun and... some man, some one-time faggot with a canis familiaris. Last calendar week I killed another daughter... with a chainsaw... I had to, she almost got abroad. And there... was someone else there I don't remember, perhaps a model, but sh- she'south dead, too. And, uh- PAUL ALLEN! I killed Paul Allen with an axe! In the face up! His body is dissolving in a bathtub in Hell's Kitchen! I don't want to exit anything out here — I guess I've killed maybe... 20 people... mayhap 40! Uh- huh huh-I take uh... tapes of a lot of it. Some of the girls take seen the tapes — I even... I ate some of their brains and I tried to melt a little. This evening, I uh- just had to kill a lot of people! And I'm non certain I'one thousand gonna get abroad with it... this time. I mean... I mean I guess I'grand a pretty ill guy. So, if you get back tomorrow, I may show upwardly at Harry'due south Bar. So, you lot know, keep your optics Open up. Okay, bye.

• In that location are no more barriers to cross. All I take in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the brutal and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward information technology, I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp and I practise not hope for a better world for anyone; in fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I desire no one to escape. Only even after admitting this, in that location is no catharsis. My punishment continues to elude me, and I proceeds no deeper knowledge of myself; no new noesis can exist extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing.

Dialogue [edit]

Bateman: New card. What do you think?

McDermott: Whoa-ho, very nice. Look at that.

Bateman: Picked them up from the printer's yesterday.

Van Patten: Good coloring.

Bateman: That's "Os". And the lettering is something called "Silian Rail".

Van Patten: It'southward very cool, Bateman... but that'due south nothing. Expect at this.

(Van Patten removes his card from its holder)

Bryce: That is really squeamish.

Van Patten: "Eggshell", with "Romalian" blazon. What do you think?

Bateman: [beat out] Nice.

Bryce: Jesus. That is really super. How'd a nitwit like you go then tasteful?

Bateman: [internal monologue] I tin't believe that Bryce prefers Van Patten'due south card to mine.

Bryce: Merely look, you ain't seen cipher yet.

(Bryce removes his menu from its holder)

Bryce: Raised lettering, "Stake Nimbus". White.

Bateman: Impressive. Very nice. [beat] Let'southward meet Paul Allen's card.

(Bryce nervously reveals Paul Allen's menu)

Bateman: [internal monologue] Look at that subtle off-white coloring. The tasteful thickness of it. Oh my God... information technology even has a watermark.

(Bateman seethes)

Carruthers: Something wrong? Patrick? You're sweating.

---

McDermott: If they have a neat personality and they're not cracking looking... then who fucking cares?

Bateman: Well, permit's merely say hypothetically, OK? What if they have a smashing personality?

[suspension, all laugh]

Bateman: I know, I know. [in unison with the rest] In that location are no girls with skilful personalities.

Van Patten: A expert personality consists of a chick with a little hard body, who volition satisfy all sexual demands without being besides slutty about things, and who essentially will go along her dumb fucking mouth close.

McDermott: The but girls with adept personalities who are smart or maybe funny or halfway intelligent or talented, though god knows what the fuck that ways, are ugly chicks.

Van Patten: Admittedly.

McDermott: And this is because they have to make up for how fucking unattractive they are.

Bateman: Do y'all know what Ed Gein said about women?

Van Patten: Ed Gein? Maitre d' at Canal Bar?

Bateman: No, serial killer, Wisconsin in the fifties.

McDermott: And then what did Ed say?

Bateman: When I run into a pretty girl walking downward the street I think two things. One office of me wants to accept her out and talk to her and exist real nice and sweet and treat her right.

McDermott: And what did the other office think?

Bateman: What her caput would await like on a stick. [chuckles]

---

Luis: Hi, guys. I wanna go your opinion on something. It's my business card. I decided to go a new one, too.

[Luis removes his business organisation card from the holder and shows information technology to McDermott, then Van Patten]

McDermott: Very prissy.

Van Patten: Very prissy, Luis.

Luis: Thank you. [shows it to Bateman, who does not respond. Luis and then leaves]

Van Patten: Heed, what about dinner...

Bateman: Is that all you ever take to contribute, Van Patten? What about fuckin' dinner?!

McDermott: Cheer upward in that location, baby. What's the matter? No shiatsu this morn? [claps Bateman on the shoulder]

Bateman: [shoves McDermott'southward hand away] Touch me like that, and you'll draw back a stump.

McDermott: Concord on there, piffling buddy--!

[Bateman leaves and heads for the restroom where Luis is at. Donning a pair of leather gloves, he approaches Luis from behind and prepares to strangle him, but Luis turns around, sees Bateman, removes ane of the gloves and kisses Bateman's hand.]

Luis: [laughs] Patrick...why here? I've seen you looking at me. [traces a hand along Bateman'southward 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. Y'all 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 necktie...

[Bateman, bewildered and disgusted, heads to 1 of the sinks and begins washing his hands - without fifty-fifty removing the gloves.]

Luis: I want you lot. I want you, too!

[Bateman does not respond and heads for the door.]

Luis: Patrick!

Bateman: WHAT IS It?!

Luis: ...Where are you going?

Bateman: I've gotta return some videotapes. [leaves]

---

Bateman: I think, um, Evelyn, that we've, uh, lost bear upon.

Evelyn: Why? What's wrong?

Bateman: My need to appoint in homicidal behavior on a massive scale cannot be corrected, but, ah, I have no other fashion to fulfill my needs. I'm fucking serious. It's fucking over, u.s.a., this is no joke. I don't call back nosotros should see each other anymore.

Evelyn: But your friends are my friends and my friends are your friends. I really don't think it would work. [fusses with his neckband] Yous have a little something...

Bateman: I know that your friends are my friends and, uh... I've idea almost that. You can take 'em.

Evelyn: What nearly the past? Our past?

Bateman: We never really shared one.

Evelyn: You're inhuman.

Bateman: No...I'm in bear on with humanity. Evelyn, I'm sorry, I just, uh...You're not terribly important to me.

---

Waiter: Would you like to hear today'southward specials?

Bateman: Not if you want to keep your spleen.

---

Bateman: Come on, Bryce. There are a lot more of import problems than Sri Lanka to worry about.

Bryce: Like what?

Bateman: Well, nosotros accept to end apartheid for one. And tedious down the nuclear arms race, stop terrorism and world hunger. We accept to provide nutrient and shelter for the homeless, and oppose racial discrimination and promote civil rights, while also promoting equal rights for women. We take to encourage a return to traditional moral values. Most importantly, we have to promote general social business concern and less materialism in young people.

---

Bateman: Yous like Huey Lewis and the News?

Paul Allen: They're OK.

Bateman: Their early piece of work was a footling too new moving ridge for my tastes, simply when Sports came out in '83, I recall they really came into their ain, commercially and artistically. The whole album has a clear, well-baked 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 recall Huey has a far more bitter, cynical sense of humor.

Paul Allen: Hey Halberstram.

Bateman: Yes, Allen?

Paul Allen: Why are there copies of the Style section all over the place, d-do y'all take a dog? A piddling chow or something?

Bateman: No, Allen.

Paul Allen: Is that a rain coat?

Bateman: 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, near people probably don't listen to the lyrics. [rapidly, as if agitated] Simply they should, because it'due south not just most the pleasures of conformity, and the importance of trends, it's besides a personal argument about the band itself. [raises axe above head] Hey Paul!

[he bashes Allen in the head with the axe, and blood splatters over him]

Bateman: [as he begins to hack Allen to death with the axe] Endeavour GETTING A RESERVATION AT DORSIA Now You lot FUCKING STUPID BASTARD! YOU FUCKING Bastard!

---

Bateman: [about Paul Allen] He was into that whole Yale thing.

Donald Kimball: Yale thing?

Bateman: Yeah, Yale affair.

Kimball: What do yous mean "Yale thing"?

Bateman: Well, for one matter, I think he was probably a closet homosexual who did a lot of cocaine. That whole Yale thing.

---

Bateman: Enquire me a question.

Club girl: And so, what practice you exercise?

Bateman: I'm into, uh, well, murders and executions, more often than not.

Lodge daughter: Do you similar it?

Bateman: Well, information technology depends. Why?

Social club daughter: Well, most guys I know who are in Mergers and Acquisitions really don't like it.

---

Bateman: Did you know that Whitney Houston's debut LP, called but Whitney Houston, had 4 number i singles on it? Did you know that, Christie?

Elizabeth: [laughing] Y'all actually heed to Whitney Houston? You ain a Whitney Houston CD? More than than ane?

Bateman: [ignoring her] It'due south hard to cull a favorite among so many great tracks, just "The Greatest Love of All" is one of the best, most powerful songs always written virtually cocky-preservation, nobility. Its universal message crosses all boundaries and instills one with the promise that it's not too belatedly to better ourselves. Since, Elizabeth, information technology'south impossible in this world nosotros live in to empathize with others, we can always empathize with ourselves. It's an important message, crucial really. And it'due south beautifully stated on the album.

---

Bryce: [later on snorting "cut" cocaine] It's a fucking milligram of sweetener. I want to get high off this, not sprinkle it on my fucking oatmeal.

Bateman: Definitely weak, but I have a feeling that if we do plenty of it we'll be okay.

Club Patron: [leans over from some other booth] Will you keep it downwardly? I'm trying to practice drugs!

Bryce: Fuck you! Calm downwards. Let's exercise it anyhow. That is if the FAGGOT in the next stall thinks it'southward okay!

Gild Patron: FUCK Yous!

Bryce: HEY FUCK YOU! Lamentable, dude. Steroids. Okay, let's do it.

---

Bryce: [watching Ronald Reagan on TV] How can he just stand there and prevarication like that? He makes himself out to be a harmless old codger, simply inside... inside...

Bateman: [internal monologue] ... "just inside" doesn't matter.

McDermott: "Within," yes, "inside..." - believe it or not, Bryce, we're actually listening to you...

Bryce: Come on, Bateman, what do you lot recall?

Bateman: Whatsoever.

Taglines [edit]

• The menu is in Braille

• Killer looks.

• No introductions necessary.

• Killer inside.

• Evil never looked so damn good.

• I need to return some videotapes...

• Monsters are real

Cast [edit]

• Christian Bale - Patrick Bateman
• Willem Dafoe - Donald Kimball
• Reese Witherspoon - Evelyn Williams
• Samantha Mathis - Courtney Rawlinson
• Chloë Sevigny - Jean
• Cara Seymour - Christie
• Justin Theroux - Timothy Bryce
• Josh Lucas - Craig McDermott
• Bill Sage - David Van Patten
• Matt Ross - Luis Carruthers
• Jared Leto - Paul Allen

External links [edit]

• American Psycho quotes at the Internet Movie Database

hurleywastive2002.blogspot.com

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