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American Psycho is a 2000 film about a young, well-to-do man who isn't quite as normal every bit he seems....one time you lot notice all the body parts of women he keeps in his apartment.

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

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Patrick Bateman [edit]

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

• I similar to dissect girls. Did you know I'm utterly insane?

• Look 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 notice] You're a fucking ugly bowwow. I want to stab you to death and play around with your blood.

• I live in the American Gardens Building on West 81st Street on the 11th floor. My name is Patrick Bateman. I'thou 27 years old. I believe in taking care of myself, and a balanced nutrition and a rigorous exercise routine. In the forenoon, if my face is a little puffy, I'll put on an water ice pack while doing my breadbasket crunches. I can exercise a 1000 at present. After I remove the ice pack I use a deep pore cleanser lotion. In the shower I utilize a water activated gel cleanser, then a dearest almond body scrub, and on the face an exfoliating gel scrub. And then I apply an herb-mint facial masque which I leave on for ten minutes while I set the balance of my routine. I always use an after shave balm with lilliputian or no alcohol, considering alcohol dries your face out and makes you look older. Then moisturizer, then an anti-aging eye lotion followed by a final moisturizing protective lotion. There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman. Some kind of abstraction. Just there is no real me. Only an entity. Something illusory. And though I tin hibernate my cold gaze, and you tin shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours, and maybe you can fifty-fifty sense our lifestyles are probably comparable, I simply am non in that location.

• I accept all the characteristics of a man: flesh, claret, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why. My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I experience lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to sideslip.

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

• I'm on the verge of tears past the fourth dimension we arrive at Espace, since I'g positive we won't take a decent tabular array, but we do. The relief washes over me in an crawly wave.

• [to two prostitutes] Do you lot similar Phil Collins? I've been a big Genesis fan e'er since the release of their 1980 album, Knuckles. Before that, I really didn't understand whatever of their work. Too artsy, too intellectual. It was on Duke where, uh, Phil Collins' presence became more than apparent. I recall Invisible Touch was the grouping's undisputed masterpiece. It's an ballsy meditation on intangibility. At the same fourth dimension, information technology deepens and enriches the meaning of the preceding three albums. Christy, take off your robe. Listen to the brilliant ensemble playing of Banks, Collins and Rutherford. You can practically hear every nuance of every instrument. Sabrina, remove your dress. In terms of lyrical craftsmanship, the sheer songwriting, this album hits a new peak of professionalism. Sabrina, why don't you, uh, dance a fiddling. Take the lyrics to "Land of Confusion". In this song, Phil Collins addresses the problems of abusive political authority. "In Likewise Deep" is the nearly moving pop song of the 1980s, about monogamy and commitment. The song is extremely uplifting. Their lyrics are as positive and affirmative as, uh, anything I've heard in stone. Christy, get downwardly on your knees so Sabrina can see your asshole. Phil Collins' solo career seems to exist more than commercial and therefore more satisfying, in a narrower manner. Especially songs like "In the Air Tonight" and, uh, "Against All Odds". Sabrina, don't merely stare at it, consume information technology. Simply I besides call back Phil Collins works best inside the confines of the group, than as a solo artist, and I stress the discussion artist. This is "Sussudio", a swell, great vocal, a personal favorite.

• Howard! It'south Bateman, Patrick Bateman. You're my lawyer and then I recall you should know I've killed a lot of people. Some escort girls in an flat uptown... uh... some homeless people peradventure 5 or ten. Uh... Some NYU girl I met in Central Park, I left her in a parking lot backside some donut shop, I killed Bethany, my erstwhile girlfriend, with a nailgun and... some human, some onetime faggot with a dog. Last week I killed another girl... with a chainsaw... I had to, she virtually got away. And at that place... was someone else in that location I don't remember, maybe a model, simply sh- she'southward dead, too. And, uh- PAUL ALLEN! I killed Paul Allen with an axe! In the face! His body is dissolving in a bathtub in Hell's Kitchen! I don't desire to leave annihilation out hither — I judge I've killed maybe... xx people... possibly xl! Uh- huh huh-I have uh... tapes of a lot of it. Some of the girls have seen the tapes — I even... I ate some of their brains and I tried to melt a niggling. Tonight, I uh- just had to impale a lot of people! And I'm not certain I'yard gonna get away with it... this time. I hateful... I mean I guess I'm a pretty sick guy. So, if yous get back tomorrow, I may show up at Harry'south Bar. Then, you know, keep your eyes OPEN. Okay, good day.

• There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have acquired and my utter indifference toward it, I accept at present surpassed. My pain is abiding and abrupt and I practice not hope for a better earth for anyone; in fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no ane to escape. But fifty-fifty after admitting this, there is no catharsis. My penalty continues to elude me, and I proceeds no deeper noesis of myself; no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant goose egg.

Dialogue [edit]

Bateman: New carte. What practise you think?

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

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

Van Patten: Good coloring.

Bateman: That'southward "Os". And the lettering is something called "Silian Rails".

Van Patten: It's very cool, Bateman... just that'south nothing. Look at this.

(Van Patten removes his bill of fare from its holder)

Bryce: That is really nice.

Van Patten: "Eggshell", with "Romalian" blazon. What exercise you recollect?

Bateman: [crush] Nice.

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

Bateman: [internal monologue] I can't believe that Bryce prefers Van Patten's carte du jour to mine.

Bryce: Only wait, you lot ain't seen null nevertheless.

(Bryce removes his menu from its holder)

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

Bateman: Impressive. Very nice. [beat] Let's see Paul Allen's carte.

(Bryce nervously reveals Paul Allen's carte)

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

(Bateman seethes)

Carruthers: Something incorrect? Patrick? You lot're sweating.

---

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

Bateman: Well, let'due south just say hypothetically, OK? What if they have a dandy personality?

[pause, all express mirth]

Bateman: I know, I know. [in unison with the residual] There are no girls with good personalities.

Van Patten: A skillful 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 volition keep her dumb fucking oral fissure shut.

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

Van Patten: Admittedly.

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

Bateman: Do you know what Ed Gein said about women?

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

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

McDermott: Then what did Ed say?

Bateman: When I run across a pretty girl walking down the street I remember two things. One part of me wants to have her out and talk to her and be real prissy and sweet and treat her right.

McDermott: And what did the other part think?

Bateman: What her head would look like on a stick. [chuckles]

---

Luis: Hi, guys. I wanna go your opinion on something. It's my business concern menu. I decided to get a new 1, as well.

[Luis removes his business organization card from the holder and shows it to McDermott, then Van Patten]

McDermott: Very overnice.

Van Patten: Very nice, Luis.

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

Van Patten: Heed, what near dinner...

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

McDermott: Cheer up in that location, babe. What's the affair? No shiatsu this morning? [claps Bateman on the shoulder]

Bateman: [shoves McDermott's hand away] Touch me like that, and yous'll draw dorsum a stump.

McDermott: Hold on in that location, niggling 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, simply Luis turns effectually, sees Bateman, removes one of the gloves and kisses Bateman's hand.]

Luis: [laughs] Patrick...why here? I've seen you lot looking at me. [traces a hand forth Bateman'southward cheek, before pressing a finger to his lips and olfactory organ] I've noticed your...hot trunk. [chuckles, then moves in close] Don't be shy. You can't imagine how long I've wanted this - e'er since that Christmas political party - Arizona 206, yous know, the one where y'all were wearing that red striped paisley Armani tie...

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

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

[Bateman does non respond and heads for the door.]

Luis: Patrick!

Bateman: WHAT IS IT?!

Luis: ...Where are y'all going?

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

---

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

Evelyn: Why? What's wrong?

Bateman: My need to engage in homicidal behavior on a massive scale cannot exist corrected, but, ah, I have no other way to fulfill my needs. I'thou fucking serious. It'southward fucking over, us, this is no joke. I don't think nosotros should run into each other anymore.

Evelyn: Merely your friends are my friends and my friends are your friends. I really don't call up information technology would work. [fusses with his collar] You have a little something...

Bateman: I know that your friends are my friends and, uh... I've thought about that. You can accept 'em.

Evelyn: What virtually the by? Our past?

Bateman: We never really shared i.

Evelyn: You're inhuman.

Bateman: No...I'grand in affect with humanity. Evelyn, I'chiliad sorry, I just, uh...You lot're not terribly important to me.

---

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

Bateman: Not if you want to keep your spleen.

---

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

Bryce: Like what?

Bateman: Well, we accept to terminate apartheid for one. And slow downwards the nuclear arms race, stop terrorism and world hunger. We accept to provide food and shelter for the homeless, and oppose racial discrimination and promote ceremonious rights, while also promoting equal rights for women. Nosotros have to encourage a return to traditional moral values. Most importantly, we have to promote full general social business organisation and less materialism in immature people.

---

Bateman: You similar Huey Lewis and the News?

Paul Allen: They're OK.

Bateman: Their early piece of work was a niggling too new wave for my tastes, just when Sports came out in '83, I call back they actually came into their own, commercially and artistically. The whole album has a articulate, crisp sound, and a new sheen of consummate professionalism that really gives the songs a large boost. He's been compared to Elvis Costello, but I call back Huey has a far more bitter, contemptuous sense of humour.

Paul Allen: Hey Halberstram.

Bateman: Yes, Allen?

Paul Allen: Why are at that place copies of the Way section all over the place, d-exercise you have a dog? A picayune chow or something?

Bateman: No, Allen.

Paul Allen: Is that a pelting coat?

Bateman: Yes it is! In '87, Huey released this, Fore!, their near accomplished album. I retrieve their undisputed masterpiece is "Hip to be Square", a vocal so catchy, most people probably don't listen to the lyrics. [rapidly, equally if agitated] But they should, because it'south not just nigh the pleasures of conformity, and the importance of trends, information technology's besides a personal argument about the band itself. [raises axe higher up caput] Hey Paul!

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

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

---

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

Donald Kimball: Yale affair?

Bateman: Yeah, Yale thing.

Kimball: What practice you lot mean "Yale matter"?

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

---

Bateman: Ask me a question.

Social club girl: And then, what practice y'all do?

Bateman: I'm into, uh, well, murders and executions, mostly.

Gild daughter: Do y'all like information technology?

Bateman: Well, it depends. Why?

Gild girl: Well, most guys I know who are in Mergers and Acquisitions actually don't like it.

---

Bateman: Did you know that Whitney Houston's debut LP, chosen simply Whitney Houston, had 4 number 1 singles on it? Did you know that, Christie?

Elizabeth: [laughing] You really listen to Whitney Houston? You own a Whitney Houston CD? More than than one?

Bateman: [ignoring her] It'due south difficult to choose a favorite amid so many great tracks, but "The Greatest Love of All" is one of the all-time, most powerful songs ever written about cocky-preservation, dignity. Its universal message crosses all boundaries and instills 1 with the hope that it's not too late to better ourselves. Since, Elizabeth, information technology's impossible in this world nosotros live in to empathize with others, we can always empathize with ourselves. It'south an important message, crucial really. And it's beautifully stated on the album.

---

Bryce: [after snorting "cut" cocaine] It's a fucking milligram of sweetener. I want to get high off this, non sprinkle it on my fucking oatmeal.

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

Club Patron: [leans over from another booth] Will you go on it downward? I'm trying to exercise drugs!

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

Club Patron: FUCK Yous!

Bryce: HEY FUCK You! Sorry, dude. Steroids. Okay, permit'south do it.

---

Bryce: [watching Ronald Reagan on TV] How tin he just stand at that place and lie similar that? He makes himself out to be a harmless old codger, simply inside... within...

Bateman: [internal monologue] ... "but inside" doesn't thing.

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

Bryce: Come up on, Bateman, what do you call back?

Bateman: Whatever.

Taglines [edit]

• The bill of fare is in Braille

• Killer looks.

• No introductions necessary.

• Killer inside.

• Evil never looked so damn good.

• I need to return some videotapes...

• Monsters are existent

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 Cyberspace Movie Database

heilsaily1965.blogspot.com

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