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American Psycho is a 2000 film about a young, well-to-practise man who isn't quite every bit normal as he seems....one time you 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 past Bret Easton Ellis.

Killer looks. taglines

Patrick Bateman [edit]

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

• I like to dissect girls. Did yous know I'chiliad utterly insane?

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

• [to a bartender, who doesn't seem to notice] You're a fucking ugly bowwow. I desire to stab you lot to death and play around with your blood.

• I live in the American Gardens Building on Westward 81st Street on the 11th floor. My name is Patrick Bateman. I'm 27 years one-time. I believe in taking care of myself, and a balanced diet and a rigorous exercise routine. In the forenoon, if my face up is a picayune puffy, I'll put on an water ice pack while doing my stomach crunches. I can practice a m now. Afterward I remove the water ice pack I use a deep pore cleanser lotion. In the shower I apply a water activated gel cleanser, then a beloved almond torso scrub, and on the face an exfoliating gel scrub. So I utilize an herb-mint facial masque which I leave on for x minutes while I prepare the rest of my routine. I always use an later on shave lotion with little or no alcohol, considering alcohol dries your face out and makes you look older. Then moisturizer, then an anti-aging eye balm followed by a final moisturizing protective balm. There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman. Some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me. But an entity. Something illusory. And though I tin hide my cold gaze, and yous can shake my hand and experience mankind gripping yours, and peradventure you lot tin even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable, I just am not at that place.

• I accept all the characteristics of a man: flesh, blood, skin, hair; but non a unmarried, 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 feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is almost to slip.

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

• I'k on the verge of tears past the fourth dimension we make it at Espace, since I'm positive nosotros won't have a decent tabular array, merely we practise. The relief washes over me in an awesome wave.

• [to 2 prostitutes] Do you similar Phil Collins? I've been a large Genesis fan always since the release of their 1980 anthology, Knuckles. Before that, I actually didn't understand any of their work. Too cocked, also intellectual. It was on Duke where, uh, Phil Collins' presence became more apparent. I call up Invisible Impact was the grouping'south undisputed masterpiece. It's an ballsy meditation on intangibility. At the same time, it deepens and enriches the meaning of the preceding three albums. Christy, accept off your robe. Listen to the brilliant ensemble playing of Banks, Collins and Rutherford. You can practically hear every nuance of every musical instrument. Sabrina, remove your dress. In terms of lyrical adroitness, the sheer songwriting, this anthology hits a new top of professionalism. Sabrina, why don't you lot, uh, dance a little. Take the lyrics to "Land of Confusion". In this song, Phil Collins addresses the problems of calumniating political say-so. "In Besides Deep" is the almost moving pop song of the 1980s, nigh monogamy and commitment. The vocal is extremely uplifting. Their lyrics are as positive and affirmative equally, uh, anything I've heard in rock. Christy, go downwardly on your knees so Sabrina can come across your asshole. Phil Collins' solo career seems to be more commercial and therefore more than satisfying, in a narrower fashion. Specially songs similar "In the Air Tonight" and, uh, "Against All Odds". Sabrina, don't just stare at it, eat it. But I also think Phil Collins works best inside the confines of the group, than as a solo creative person, and I stress the discussion artist. This is "Sussudio", a great, great song, a personal favorite.

• Howard! It's Bateman, Patrick Bateman. Y'all're my lawyer so I think 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 Central Park, I left her in a parking lot backside some donut shop, I killed Bethany, my quondam girlfriend, with a nailgun and... some human, some old faggot with a dog. Last week I killed another girl... with a chainsaw... I had to, she about got away. And there... was someone else there I don't remember, maybe a model, but sh- she'south dead, too. And, uh- PAUL ALLEN! I killed Paul Allen with an axe! In the face! His torso is dissolving in a bathtub in Hell's Kitchen! I don't want to leave anything out here — I guess I've killed maybe... xx people... maybe xl! Uh- huh huh-I have uh... tapes of a lot of it. Some of the girls take seen the tapes — I fifty-fifty... I ate some of their brains and I tried to cook a fiddling. Tonight, I uh- just had to kill a lot of people! And I'g not sure I'grand gonna get away with it... this fourth dimension. I mean... I mean I guess I'm a pretty ill guy. So, if you get back tomorrow, I may show upward at Harry'southward Bar. And so, you know, proceed your eyes OPEN. Okay, bye.

• 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 have caused and my utter indifference toward information technology, I take now surpassed. My pain is constant and precipitous and I do not promise for a better earth for anyone; in fact, I want my hurting to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape. But even after admitting this, at that place is no catharsis. My punishment continues to elude me, and I proceeds no deeper cognition of myself; no new cognition can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing.

Dialogue [edit]

Bateman: New card. What do you think?

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

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

Van Patten: Good coloring.

Bateman: That's "Bone". And the lettering is something called "Silian Track".

Van Patten: It'due south very absurd, Bateman... only that's nothing. Look at this.

(Van Patten removes his carte du jour from its holder)

Bryce: That is really nice.

Van Patten: "Eggshell", with "Romalian" blazon. What do yous remember?

Bateman: [trounce] Nice.

Bryce: Jesus. That is actually super. How'd a nitwit like you get so tasteful?

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

Bryce: Simply wait, y'all own't seen naught however.

(Bryce removes his card from its holder)

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

Bateman: Impressive. Very nice. [beat] Let'south run into Paul Allen's card.

(Bryce nervously reveals Paul Allen'due south card)

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

(Bateman seethes)

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

---

McDermott: If they have a neat personality and they're non great looking... then who fucking cares?

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

[pause, all express joy]

Bateman: I know, I know. [in unison with the rest] At that place are no girls with adept personalities.

Van Patten: A good personality consists of a chick with a little hard body, who will satisfy all sexual demands without being as well slutty about things, and who essentially will keep her impaired fucking mouth close.

McDermott: The only girls with good 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: Absolutely.

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

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

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

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

McDermott: Then what did Ed say?

Bateman: When I see a pretty girl walking down the street I call up ii things. Ane part of me wants to take her out and talk to her and be real nice and sweet and treat her right.

McDermott: And what did the other part think?

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

---

Luis: Hullo, guys. I wanna go your opinion on something. It'southward my business card. I decided to become a new i, too.

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

McDermott: Very nice.

Van Patten: Very nice, Luis.

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

Van Patten: Listen, what about dinner...

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

McDermott: Cheer up there, babe. What'southward the matter? No shiatsu this morning? [claps Bateman on the shoulder]

Bateman: [shoves McDermott's mitt away] Touch on me similar that, and yous'll depict back a stump.

McDermott: Concur on there, lilliputian 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, only Luis turns around, sees Bateman, removes ane of the gloves and kisses Bateman'southward hand.]

Luis: [laughs] Patrick...why here? I've seen you looking at me. [traces a hand forth Bateman's cheek, before pressing a finger to his lips and olfactory organ] I've noticed your...hot trunk. [chuckles, so moves in close] Don't be shy. You can't imagine how long I've wanted this - ever since that Christmas party - Arizona 206, y'all know, the one where you 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 want y'all. I want you, too!

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

Luis: Patrick!

Bateman: WHAT IS IT?!

Luis: ...Where are yous 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 incorrect?

Bateman: My need to engage in homicidal behavior on a massive calibration cannot be corrected, but, ah, I have no other manner to fulfill my needs. I'm fucking serious. It'southward fucking over, u.s., this is no joke. I don't think we should run into each other anymore.

Evelyn: But your friends are my friends and my friends are your friends. I really don't remember information technology would work. [fusses with his collar] Yous have a piddling something...

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

Evelyn: What near the past? Our by?

Bateman: Nosotros never actually shared one.

Evelyn: Y'all're inhuman.

Bateman: No...I'm in affect with humanity. Evelyn, I'm sorry, I just, uh...You're non terribly important to me.

---

Waiter: Would y'all like to hear today's specials?

Bateman: Not if you want to go along 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 accept to end apartheid for one. And deadening downwards the nuclear arms race, stop terrorism and world hunger. We have to provide food and shelter for the homeless, and oppose racial discrimination and promote ceremonious rights, while likewise promoting equal rights for women. We accept to encourage a return to traditional moral values. Most importantly, we accept to promote general social concern and less materialism in young people.

---

Bateman: You lot like Huey Lewis and the News?

Paul Allen: They're OK.

Bateman: Their early work was a little too new moving ridge for my tastes, merely when Sports came out in '83, I recollect 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 heave. He's been compared to Elvis Costello, but I call up Huey has a far more bitter, cynical sense of humour.

Paul Allen: Hey Halberstram.

Bateman: Yes, Allen?

Paul Allen: Why are there copies of the Style section all over the place, d-practice you have a dog? A little grub or something?

Bateman: No, Allen.

Paul Allen: Is that a rain glaze?

Bateman: Yes it is! In '87, Huey released this, Fore!, their near accomplished album. I think their undisputed masterpiece is "Hip to be Square", a song so catchy, well-nigh people probably don't listen to the lyrics. [rapidly, as if agitated] Merely they should, because it's not but about the pleasures of conformity, and the importance of trends, information technology's also a personal statement about the band itself. [raises axe in a higher place head] Hey Paul!

[he bashes Allen in the caput with the axe, and claret splatters over him]

Bateman: [as he begins to hack Allen to death with the axe] TRY GETTING A RESERVATION AT DORSIA NOW YOU FUCKING STUPID Bastard! YOU FUCKING Bounder!

---

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

Donald Kimball: Yale thing?

Bateman: Yeah, Yale thing.

Kimball: What exercise you mean "Yale thing"?

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

---

Bateman: Enquire me a question.

Club daughter: So, what do yous do?

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

Club girl: Practice yous like it?

Bateman: Well, information technology depends. Why?

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

---

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

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

Bateman: [ignoring her] It's difficult to cull a favorite among so many great tracks, simply "The Greatest Love of All" is one of the best, most powerful songs ever written near self-preservation, dignity. Its universal message crosses all boundaries and instills one with the hope that it's non too tardily to better ourselves. Since, Elizabeth, information technology's incommunicable in this world we live in to empathize with others, nosotros can always empathize with ourselves. It'southward an important message, crucial really. And it's beautifully stated on the anthology.

---

Bryce: [after snorting "cutting" cocaine] It'southward 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 practice enough of it nosotros'll exist okay.

Club Patron: [leans over from another berth] Will you keep information technology downwardly? I'g trying to do drugs!

Bryce: Fuck you! Calm down. Let's do it anyway. That is if the FAGGOT in the next stall thinks information technology's okay!

Social club Patron: FUCK YOU!

Bryce: HEY FUCK YOU! Deplorable, dude. Steroids. Okay, let'south practise it.

---

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

Bateman: [internal monologue] ... "simply within" doesn't thing.

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

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

Bateman: Whatever.

Taglines [edit]

• The menu is in Braille

• Killer looks.

• No introductions necessary.

• Killer inside.

• Evil never looked so damn good.

• I need to render 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
• Neb 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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