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American Psycho is a 2000 film nigh a immature, well-to-practice human being who isn't quite every bit normal as he seems....once you find all the body parts of women he keeps in his flat.

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 render some videotapes.

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

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

[to a bartender, who doesn't seem to notice] You lot're a fucking ugly bitch. I want to stab y'all 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'm 27 years erstwhile. I believe in taking care of myself, and a balanced diet and a rigorous practise routine. In the morning, if my face is a little puffy, I'll put on an ice pack while doing my stomach crunches. I can do a thousand now. After I remove the water ice pack I employ a deep pore cleanser lotion. In the shower I use a h2o activated gel cleanser, then a honey almond body scrub, and on the confront an exfoliating gel scrub. So I employ an herb-mint facial masque which I leave on for 10 minutes while I set up the residuum of my routine. I always apply an afterwards shave lotion with little or no alcohol, considering alcohol dries your face out and makes you expect older. Then moisturizer, then an anti-aging eye balm followed by a final moisturizing protective lotion. There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman. Some kind of abstraction. But in that location is no real me. Only an entity. Something illusory. And though I can hibernate my cold gaze, and you can shake my paw and experience flesh gripping yours, and maybe you lot tin even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable, I but am not there.

I have all the characteristics of a human beingness: flesh, claret, skin, hair; only non a unmarried, articulate, 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 call back my mask of sanity is about to slip.

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

I'm on the verge of tears by the fourth dimension we arrive at Espace, since I'chiliad positive nosotros won't take a decent table, only we do. The relief washes over me in an crawly moving ridge.

[to two prostitutes] Do you lot like 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 empathise any of their work. Too cocked, too intellectual. It was on Duke where, uh, Phil Collins' presence became more apparent. I think Invisible Touch was the group'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 iii albums. Christy, take off your robe. Heed to the brilliant ensemble playing of Banks, Collins and Rutherford. You tin practically hear every dash of every musical instrument. Sabrina, remove your clothes. In terms of lyrical craftsmanship, the sheer songwriting, this anthology hits a new peak of professionalism. Sabrina, why don't you, uh, dance a fiddling. Take the lyrics to "Land of Defoliation". In this song, Phil Collins addresses the bug of calumniating political authorisation. "In Too Deep" is the well-nigh moving pop vocal 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 rock. Christy, get downwards on your knees then Sabrina can see your asshole. Phil Collins' solo career seems to exist more than commercial and therefore more satisfying, in a narrower way. Particularly songs like "In the Air This evening" and, uh, "Against All Odds". Sabrina, don't just stare at it, eat it. But I as well think Phil Collins works all-time within the confines of the grouping, than as a solo artist, and I stress the word artist. This is "Sussudio", a great, dandy vocal, a personal favorite.

Howard! Information technology's Bateman, Patrick Bateman. Y'all'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 v 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 human, some former faggot with a domestic dog. Last calendar week I killed another daughter... with a chainsaw... I had to, she most got away. And there... was someone else at that place I don't retrieve, mayhap a model, simply sh- she's expressionless, too. And, uh- PAUL ALLEN! I killed Paul Allen with an axe! In the face! His body is dissolving in a bathtub in Hell'due south Kitchen! I don't desire to leave annihilation out here — I gauge I've killed maybe... 20 people... maybe 40! Uh- huh huh-I have uh... tapes of a lot of information technology. Some of the girls take seen the tapes — I fifty-fifty... I ate some of their brains and I tried to cook a little. Tonight, I uh- just had to impale a lot of people! And I'm not sure I'm gonna get away with it... this time. I mean... I mean I guess I'k a pretty sick guy. Then, if you get back tomorrow, I may bear witness up at Harry's Bar. And then, y'all know, keep your eyes OPEN. Okay, good day.

There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in mutual with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the commotion I accept caused and my utter indifference toward it, I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and precipitous and I do not hope for a better world for anyone; in fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I desire no 1 to escape. Simply even later on admitting this, there is no catharsis. My punishment continues to elude me, and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself; no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing.

Dialogue [edit]

Bateman: New carte du jour. What practice you think?

McDermott: Whoa-ho, very prissy. Await at that.

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

Van Patten: Skillful coloring.

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

Van Patten: Information technology's very cool, Bateman... but that'southward nothing. Await at this.

(Van Patten removes his card from its holder)

Bryce: That is really nice.

Van Patten: "Eggshell", with "Romalian" type. What exercise you lot retrieve?

Bateman: [beat] Nice.

Bryce: Jesus. That is really super. How'd a nitwit similar y'all become so tasteful?

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

Bryce: Only wait, you ain't seen naught nonetheless.

(Bryce removes his carte from its holder)

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

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

(Bryce nervously reveals Paul Allen'due south card)

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

(Bateman seethes)

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

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

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

[intermission, all laugh]

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

Van Patten: A good personality consists of a chick with a little hard trunk, who will satisfy all sexual demands without being too slutty about things, and who substantially volition keep her dumb fucking mouth close.

McDermott: The simply girls with good 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: Absolutely.

McDermott: And this is because they have to brand upward for how fucking unattractive they are.

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

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

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

McDermott: So what did Ed say?

Bateman: When I see a pretty girl walking down the street I retrieve ii things. I part of me wants to take her out and talk to her and be existent nice and sugariness and treat her correct.

McDermott: And what did the other part call back?

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

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

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

McDermott: Very dainty.

Van Patten: Very nice, Luis.

Luis: Thanks. [shows it to Bateman, who does not answer. Luis then leaves]

Van Patten: Listen, what about dinner...

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

McDermott: Cheer upward there, baby. What'due south the matter? No shiatsu this morning? [claps Bateman on the shoulder]

Bateman: [shoves McDermott's hand away] Touch on me similar that, and you'll depict dorsum a stump.

McDermott: Concur on there, 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 looking at me. [traces a hand along Bateman's cheek, before pressing a finger to his lips and nose] I've noticed your...hot trunk. [chuckles, and so moves in shut] Don't be shy. You can't imagine how long I've wanted this - ever since that Christmas party - Arizona 206, you know, the i where you were wearing that red striped paisley Armani tie...

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

Luis: I want yous. I want you, besides!

[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 recall, 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 take no other way to fulfill my needs. I'm fucking serious. It's fucking over, us, this is no joke. I don't remember we should meet each other anymore.

Evelyn: But your friends are my friends and my friends are your friends. I actually don't remember it 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. Yous can accept 'em.

Evelyn: What about 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 deplorable, I just, uh...You're not terribly important to me.

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

Bateman: Non if you want to proceed your spleen.

Bateman: Come on, Bryce. In that location are a lot more important problems than Sri Lanka to worry about.

Bryce: Like what?

Bateman: Well, we have to terminate apartheid for one. And slow down the nuclear arms race, stop terrorism and globe hunger. We have to provide food and shelter for the homeless, and oppose racial discrimination and promote ceremonious rights, while too promoting equal rights for women. We have to encourage a render to traditional moral values. Nearly importantly, we accept to promote full general social concern and less materialism in young people.

Bateman: You like Huey Lewis and the News?

Paul Allen: They're OK.

Bateman: Their early work was a picayune too new wave for my tastes, just when Sports came out in '83, I recall they really came into their own, 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 heave. He'due south been compared to Elvis Costello, but I think Huey has a far more bitter, cynical sense of humor.

Paul Allen: Hey Halberstram.

Bateman: Yes, Allen?

Paul Allen: Why are in that location copies of the Style section all over the identify, d-practise you accept a canis familiaris? A little chow or something?

Bateman: No, Allen.

Paul Allen: Is that a pelting glaze?

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 tricky, almost people probably don't heed to the lyrics. [chop-chop, as if agitated] But they should, because information technology's not merely about the pleasures of conformity, and the importance of trends, it's also a personal statement about the band itself. [raises axe in a higher place 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] Endeavor GETTING A RESERVATION AT DORSIA NOW You lot FUCKING STUPID Bounder! YOU FUCKING Bounder!

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

Donald Kimball: Yale thing?

Bateman: Yeah, Yale thing.

Kimball: What practice you hateful "Yale matter"?

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

Bateman: Inquire me a question.

Order daughter: So, what practise you do?

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

Club daughter: Practise you like it?

Bateman: Well, it depends. Why?

Club girl: Well, about guys I know who are in Mergers and Acquisitions really don't like it.

Bateman: Did yous know that Whitney Houston's debut LP, called simply Whitney Houston, had four number ane singles on information technology? Did y'all know that, Christie?

Elizabeth: [laughing] You actually listen to Whitney Houston? You own a Whitney Houston CD? More than 1?

Bateman: [ignoring her] Information technology's hard to choose a favorite among and so many great tracks, just "The Greatest Love of All" is one of the best, most powerful songs ever written nearly self-preservation, dignity. Its universal bulletin crosses all boundaries and instills one with the hope that it's non too late to better ourselves. Since, Elizabeth, information technology'due south impossible in this world we live in to empathize with others, we tin can always empathize with ourselves. It'south an important message, crucial really. And it'southward beautifully stated on the album.

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

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

Club Patron: [leans over from another booth] Will you keep information technology down? I'm trying to do drugs!

Bryce: Fuck you! At-home down. Let'south practise it anyhow. That is if the FAGGOT in the next stall thinks it's okay!

Society Patron: FUCK YOU!

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

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

Bateman: [internal monologue] ... "but within" doesn't matter.

McDermott: "Inside," yep, "within..." - believe it or not, Bryce, nosotros're really listening to you...

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

Bateman: Whatsoever.

Taglines [edit]

The bill of fare is in Braille

Killer looks.

No introductions necessary.

Killer within.

Evil never looked and then damn good.

I demand 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

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