Patrick Bateman: Hey, I'm a child of divorce, gimme a break!
Patrick Bateman: [voice-over] There is a moment of sheer panic when I realize that Paul's apartment overlooks the park... and is obviously more expensive than mine.
Patrick Bateman: I'm on a diet.
Jean: What, you're kidding, right? You look great... so fit... and thin.
Patrick Bateman: Well, you can always be thinner... look better.
Jean: Then maybe we shouldn't go out to dinner. I wouldn't want you to lose your willpower.
Patrick Bateman: That's
okay. I'm not very good at controlling it anyway.
Patrick Bateman: Don't you want to know what I do?
Christie: No. No, not really.
Patrick Bateman: Well, I work on Wall Street... for Pierce & Pierce. Have you heard of it?
[the girls shake their heads. Patrick's jaw tightens]
Christie: You have a really nice place here, Paul. How much did you pay for
it?
Patrick Bateman: Well, actually, that's none of your business, Christie. But I can assure you, it certainly wasn't cheap.
Patrick Bateman: I don't want to get you drunk, but, ah, that's a very fine Chardonnay you're not drinking.
Patrick Bateman: Evelyn, I'm sorry. I just, uh... you're not terribly important to me.
Patrick Bateman: [voice-over] Paul Allen has mistaken me for this dickhead Marcus Halberstram. It seems logical because Marcus also works at P&P and in fact does the same exact thing I do and he also has a penchant for Valentino suits and Oliver Peoples glasses. Marcus and I even go to the same barber, although I have a slightly better haircut.
Luis Carruthers: Patrick, where did you get that overnight bag?
Patrick Bateman: [Throws dead body in the trunk and slams it] Jean Paul Gaultier.
[Looking at Paul Allen's business card]
Patrick Bateman: Look at that subtle off-white coloring. The tasteful thickness of it. Oh my God, it even has a watermark!
Patrick Bateman: [voiceover] I'm on the verge of tears by the time we arrive at Espace, since I'm positive we won't have a decent table. But we do, and relief washes over me in an awesome wave.
Craig McDermott: If they have a great personality and they're not great looking... then who fucking cares?
Patrick Bateman: Well, let's just say hypotetically ok? What if they have a great personality?
[pause, all laugh]
Patrick Bateman: I know, I know.
[all in unison]
Patrick
Bateman, Craig McDermott, David Van Patten: There are no girls with good personalities.
David Van Patten: 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 fucking mouth shut.
Craig 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.
David Van Patten: Absolutely.
Craig McDermott: And this is because they have to make up for how fucking unnattractive they are.
Patrick Bateman: I know my behavior can be... *erratic* sometimes.
David Van Patten: They don't have a good bathroom to do coke in.
Craig McDermott: Are you sure that's Paul Allen over there?
Timothy Bryce: Yes. McDufus, I am.
Craig McDermott: He's handling the Fisher account.
Timothy Bryce: Lucky bastard.
Craig McDermott: Lucky
Jew bastard.
Patrick Bateman: Jesus, McDermott, what does that have to do with anything?
Craig McDermott: I've seen that bastard sitting in his office, talking on the phone to the CEOs, spinning a fucking menorah.
Patrick Bateman: Not a menorah. You spin a dreidel.
Craig McDermott: Oh, my God. Bateman,
do you want me to fry you up some fucking potato pancakes? Some latkes?
Patrick Bateman: No. Just cool it with the anti-Semitic remarks.
Craig McDermott: Oh, I forgot. Bateman's dating someone from the ACLU.
Timothy Bryce: The voice of reason... the boy next door.
[looks at restaurant bill]
Timothy
Bryce: Speaking of reasonable, only $570...
Evelyn Williams: Thousands of roses and lots of chocolate truffles. Godiva, and oysters in the half-shell.
Patrick Bateman: [Bateman narrating] I'm trying to listen to the new Robert Palmer tape, but Evelyn, my supposed fiancée, keeps buzzing in my ear.
Evelyn Williams: Annie Leibovitz. We'll get Annie Leibovitz. And we'll have to
get someone to videotape. Patrick, we should do it.
Patrick Bateman: Do what?
Evelyn Williams: Get married. Have a wedding.
Patrick Bateman: No, I can't take the time off work.
Evelyn Williams: Your father practically owns the company. You can do anything you like, silly.
Patrick
Bateman: I don't want to talk about it.
Evelyn Williams: You hate that job anyway. I don't see why you just don't quit.
Patrick Bateman: Because I want to fit in.
Evelyn Williams: What does Mr. Grinch want for Christmas? And don't say breast implants again.
Donald Kimball: Huey Lewis and the News. Great stuff! I just bought it on my way here. You heard it?
Patrick Bateman: Never. I mean I don't really like singers.
Donald Kimball: Not a big music fan, huh?
Patrick Bateman: No, I like music. Just they're... Huey's too black sounding for me.