"Our pasta this evening is squid ravioli in a lemon grass broth with goat cheese profiteroles." "And I also have an arugula Caesar salad." "For entrees, I have swordfish meatloaf with onion marmalade." "Rare roasted partridge breast in raspberry coulis with a sorrel timbale." "And grilled free range rabbit with herb french fries." "Our pasta tonight is a squid ravioli in a lemon grass broth...." "God, I hate this place." "It's a chick's restaurant." "Why not Dorsia?" "Because Bateman won't give the maître d' head." "Is that Reed Robinson?" "You freebasing?" "That's not Robinson." "Who is it then?" "That's Paul Allen." "That's not Paul Allen." "Paul Allen's on the other side of the room." "Who's he with?" "Some weasel from Kicker Peabody." "Can't do coke in this bathroom." "Are you sure that's Paul Allen?" "Yes, McDufus." "He handles the Fisher account." "Lucky bastard." "Lucky Jew bastard." "What does that have to do with anything?" "I've seen that bastard in his office on the phone with CEO's..." "...spinning a fucking menorah." "Not a menorah." "You spin a dreidel." "Oh, my God, do you want me to fry you up some fucking potato pancakes?" "Some latkes?" "No." "Just cool it with the anti-Semitic remarks." "I forgot." "Bateman's dating someone from the ACLU." "The voice of reason." "The boy next door." "Speaking of reasonable only $570." "Not bad." "Two Stoli on the rocks." "These aren't good any more." "It's a cash bar." "That will be $25." "You're a fucking ugly bitch." "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'm 27 years old." "I believe in taking care of myself in a balanced diet and a rigorous exercise 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 1,000 now." "After I remove the ice pack, I use a deep pore cleanser lotion." "In the shower, I use a water-activated gel cleanser then, a honey-almond body scrub and on the face, an exfoliating gel scrub." "Then, I apply a herb mint facial mask which I leave on for 10 minutes, while I prepare the rest of my routine." "I always use an aftershave lotion with little or no alcohol because alcohol dries your face out and makes you look older then, moisturizer then, an anti-ageing eye balm followed by a final moisturizing protective lotion." "There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me only an entity, something illusory." "And though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable I simply am not there." "Morning, Hamilton." "Nice tan." "Late?" "Aerobics class." "Sorry." "Any messages?" "Ricky Harrison cancelled." "He didn't say what he was canceling or why." "I occasionally box with Ricky at the Harvard Club." "Anyone else?" "Spencer wants to meet for drinks at Fluties Pier 17." "When?" "After 6:00." "Negative." "Cancel it." "And what should I say?" "Just say no." "Just say no?" "Okay, Jean." "I need reservations for three at Camols at 12:30 and if not, try Crayons." "All right?" "Yes sir." "Wait." "And I need reservations for two at Arcadia at 8:00 on Thursday." "Something romantic?" "No." "Silly." "Forget it." "I'll make them." "No, I'll do it." "No." "Be a doll and just get me a mineral water, okay?" "You look nice today." "Don't wear that outfit again." "What?" "I didn't hear you." "I said, "Do not wear that outfit again."" "Wear a dress." "A skirt or something." "You don't like this, I take it?" "Come on you're prettier than that." "Thanks, Patrick." "I'm not here." "And high heels." "I like high heels." "Hundreds, thousands of roses." "And lots of chocolate truffles." "Godiva." "And oysters on the half shell." "I'm listening to the new Robert Palmer tape but Evelyn, my supposed fiancée, keeps buzzing in my ear." "Photographers." "Annie Leibovitz." "We'll get Annie Leibovitz." "And we'll have to get someone to videotape it." "Patrick, we should do it." "Do what?" "Get married." "No." "I can't take the time off work." "Your father owns the company." "You can do anything, silly." "I don't want to talk about it." "You hate that job anyway." "I don't see why you just don't quit." "Because I want to fit in." "Williams' party." "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." "This is my cousin, Vanden, and her boyfriend, Stash." "They're both artists." "The menu is in braille." "I'm fairly certain that Timothy Bryce and Evelyn are having an affair." "Timothy is the only interesting person I know." "I'm almost completely indifferent as to whether Evelyn knows I'm having an affair with Courtney Rawlinson her closest friend." "Courtney is almost perfect looking." "She usually operates on one or more psychiatric drugs." "Tonight, I believe it's Xanax." "More disturbing than her drug use, though is the fact that she's engaged to Luis Carruthers." "The biggest dufus in the business." "Tell me, Stash do you think Soho is becoming too commercial?" "Yes, I read that." "Who gives a rat's ass?" "That affects us." "What about the massacres in Sri Lanka, honey?" "Doesn't that affect us too?" "Do you know anything about Sri Lanka?" "The Sikhs are killing tons of Israelis." "Come on, Bryce." "There are a lot more important problems than Sri Lanka..." "...to worry about." "Like what?" "We have to end apartheid for one." "And slow down 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 civil rights while also promoting equal rights for women." "We have to encourage a return to traditional, moral values." "Most importantly, we have to promote general social concern." "And less materialism in young people." "Patrick how thought provoking." "Hello." "Hello." "Bleaching?" "Are you trying to say bleaching?" "Oh, my God." "Two things." "One." "You can't bleach a Cerruti." "Out of the question." "Two." "I can only get these sheets in Santa Fe." "These are very expensive sheets and I need them clean." "If you don't shut your fucking mouth, I will kill you." "I'm having lunch at Hubert's in 20 minutes with Ronald Harrison." "I need those sheets cleaned this afternoon." "Listen, I cannot understand you!" "This is crazy." "You're a fool." "I can't cope with this." "Stupid bleaching!" "Understand!" "Patrick?" "Hi, Patrick." "I thought that was you." "Hello." "Isn't it ridiculous?" "Coming all the way up here, but they're the best." "Then why can't they get the stains out?" "I mean, can you talk to these people or something?" "I'm not getting anywhere." "What are those?" "It's cranberry juice." "Cranapple." "Really?" "If you could talk to them, I'd really appreciate it." "I'm really late." "I have to be at Hubert's in 15 minutes." "Hubert's?" "That moved uptown, right?" "Well, boy, I've got to go." "Thank you, Victoria." "Maybe we could do lunch next week?" "I'm downtown at" "I don't know." "I'm at work all the time." "What about a Saturday?" "Next Saturday?" "Sure." "Can't, I've matinee of Les Mis." "I've really got to go." "Christ!" "I'll call you." "Okay." "Do." "You're dating Luis." "He's in Arizona." "You're fucking me." "We haven't made plans." "What could you be up to tonight?" "Stop it." "I'm...." "On a lot of lithium?" "Waiting for Luis to call me." "He said he'd call tonight." "Pumpkin?" "You're dating an asshole." "Pumpkin, you're dating the biggest dickweed in New York." "Pumpkin, you're dating a tumbling, tumbling dickweed." "Patrick, stop calling me Pumpkin, okay?" "I have to go." "Courtney?" "Dinner?" "I can't." "I'm thinking Dorsia." "Dorsia's nice." "Wear something fabulous." "Dorsia." "Yes." "I know it's late, but is it possible to reserve a table for two at 8:00 or 8:30 perhaps?" "A facial at Elizabeth Arden, which was really relaxing and then to the Pottery Barn where I got this little silver muffin dish." "Is that Donald Trump's car?" "Oh God, Patrick." "Shut up." "You should take more lithium or have a Diet Coke." "Some caffeine might get you out of this slump." "I just want a child." "Just two perfect children." "Are we here?" "Yeah." "This is Dorsia?" "Yes, dear." "You're gonna have the peanut butter soup with smoked duck and mashed squash." "New York Matinée called it, "a playful but mysterious little dish."" "You'll love it." "And then the red snapper with violets and pine nuts." "I think that'll follow nicely." "Thanks, Patrick." "Patrick, thanks so much for looking after Courtney." "Dorsia, how impressive!" "How on earth did you get a reservation?" "Lucky, I guess." "That's a wonderful suit." "Don't tell me, let me guess." "Valentino Couture?" "It looks so soft." "Your compliment was sufficient, Luis." "Hello, Halberstram." "Nice tie." "How the hell are you?" "Allen has mistaken me for this dickhead, Marcus Halberstram." "It seems logical because Marcus also works at P  P and does the same exact thing I do." "He also has a penchant for Valentino suits and Oliver People's glasses." "We even go to the same barber, although I have a slightly better haircut." "So how's the Ransom account going?" "It's all right." "Really?" "That's interesting." "It's not..." "...great?" "Well, you know." "So how's Cecelia?" "She's a great girl." "Yeah." "I'm very lucky." "Hey, Allen!" "Congratulations on the Fisher account." "Thank you, Baxter." "Paul." "Squash?" "Call me." "How about Friday?" "No can do." "I got an 8:30 res at Dorsia." "Great sea urchin ceviche." "Dorsia on a Friday night?" "How'd he swing that?" "I think he's lying." "Is that a gram?" "New card." "What do you think?" "Very nice." "Look at that." "Picked them up yesterday." "Good coloring." "That's bone." "And the lettering is something called Silian Rail." "It's very cool, Bateman." "But that's nothing." "Look at this." "That is really nice." "Eggshell with Romalian type." "What do you think?" "Nice." "Jesus." "That is really super." "How'd a nitwit like you get so tasteful?" "I can't believe that Bryce prefers Van Patten's card to mine." "But wait." "You ain't seen nothin' yet." "Raised lettering, Pale Nimbus." "White." "Impressive." "Very nice." "Let's see Paul Allen's card." "Look at that subtle off-white coloring." "The tasteful thickness of it." "Oh, my God, it even has a watermark." "Is something wrong?" "Patrick?" "You're sweating." "Hello." "Pat Bateman." "You want some money?" "Some food?" "Is this what you need?" "I'm hungry." "Yeah, it's cold out too, isn't it?" "Why don't you get a job?" "lf you're so hungry, why not get a job?" "I lost my job." "Why?" "You're drinking?" "Is that why you lost it?" "Insider trading?" "Just joking." "What's your name?" "Al." "Speak up!" "Come on." "Al." "Get a goddamn job, Al." "You've got a negative attitude." "That's what's stopping you." "You've got to get your act together." "I'll help you." "You are so kind, mister." "You're kind." "You're a kind man." "It's okay." "Please, you got to tell me what to do." "You got to help me." "I'm so cold." "I'm hungry." "Do you know how bad you smell?" "You reek of shit." "Do you know that?" "I'm sorry." "It's just that...." "I don't know." "I don't have anything in common with you." "Thank you, mister." "Thank you." "I'm cold out here." "Do you know what a fucking loser you are?" "What beautiful skin you have, Mr. Bateman." "So fine." "So smooth." "I have all the characteristics of a human being:" "Flesh, blood, 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 overflowed into my days." "I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy." "I think my mask of sanity is about to slip." "Hey, McCloy, what do you say?" "Hamilton, have a holly jolly Christmas." "Is Allen still handling the Fisher account?" "Of course, who else?" "Mistletoe alert!" "Merry Xmas, Patrick!" "Merry Xmas, Harry!" "Merry Christmas." "You're late, honey." "No." "Yes, you are." "I've been here the entire time." "You just didn't see me." "Say hello to Snowball." "Snowball says, "Merry Christmas, Patrick."" "What is it?" "It's a little baby piggy-wiggy, isn't it?" "It's a Vietnamese pot-bellied pig." "They make darling pets." "Don't you?" "Stop scowling, Patrick." "You're such a Grinch." "What's Mr. Grinch want for Christmas?" "And don't say breast implants again." "Allen!" "Marcus!" "Merry Christmas!" "How have you been?" "Workaholic, I suppose." "Haven't seen you in a while." "Hamilton, we're going to Nell's." "Limo's out front." "We should have dinner." "Maybe you could bring...." "Cecelia?" "Yes, Cecelia." "Cecelia would adore it." "Well then, let's do it, Marcus." "Great party." "Thanks." "Patrick, why is he calling you Marcus?" "Mistletoe alert!" "Marcus Halberstram for two at 7:00." "No, I want to know...." "Okay, I came here for the cilantro fish gumbo, all right?" "It's the only excuse one could have for being here, which is by the way, almost completely empty." "I'm very sorry, sir." "J  B straight and a Corona." "Would you like to" "Double Absolut martini!" "Yes, sir." "Would you like to hear the specials?" "Not if you want to keep your spleen." "This is a real beehive of activity, Halberstram." "This place is hot, very hot." "The mud soup and the charcoal arugula are outrageous here." "Yeah, well, you're late." "I'm a child of divorce." "Give me a break." "I see they've omitted the pork loin with lime Jell-O." "We should've gone to Dorsia." "I could've gotten us a table." "Nobody goes there anymore." "Is that Ivana Trump?" "Jeez, Patrick." "I mean Marcus." "What are you thinking?" "Why would lvana be at Texarkana?" "So, wasn't Rothschild originally handling the Fisher account?" "How'd you get it?" "I could tell you that, Halberstram but then I'd have to kill you." "I like to dissect girls." "Did you know I'm utterly insane?" "Great tan, Marcus." "Really impressive." "Where do you tan?" "Salon." "I've got a tanning bed at home." "You should look into it." "And Cecelia?" "How is she?" "Where is she tonight?" "Well, you know Cecelia...." "I think she's having dinner with Evelyn Williams." "Evelyn?" "Great ass." "Goes out with that loser, Patrick Bateman." "What a dork!" "Another martini, Paul?" "You like Huey Lewis  the News?" "They're okay." "Their early work was a little too New Wave for my taste." "But when Sports came out in '83 I think 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 boost." "He's been compared to Elvis Costello." "But I think Huey has a far more bitter, cynical sense of humor." "Hey, Halberstram?" "Yes, Allen?" "Why are there copies of the Style section all over the place?" "Do you have a dog?" "A little chow or something?" "No, Allen." "Is that a raincoat?" "Yes, it is." "In 1987, Huey released this, Four, their most accomplished album." "I think their undisputed masterpiece is Hip To Be Square." "A song so catchy that most people probably don't listen to the lyrics." "But they should because it's not just about the pleasures of conformity and the importance of trends." "It's also a personal statement about the band itself." "Hey, Paul!" "Try getting a reservation at Dorsia now, you fucking stupid bastard!" "Patrick?" "Patrick?" "Is that you?" "No, Luis." "It's not me." "You're mistaken." "This is my very good friend, Patrick Bateman." "Where are you going?" "We're going to Nell's." "Gwendolyn's father is buying it." "Where did you get that overnight bag?" "Jean Paul Gaultier." "When I get to Paul Allen's place, I use the keys I took from his pocket before disposing of the body." "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 calm myself, and move into the bedroom where I find his suitcase and start to pack." "It's time for Paul to take a little trip." "Where to send the bastard?" "Dallas?" "Paris?" "Singapore?" "London?" "I'll send the asshole to London." "Hi, this is Paul." "I've been called to London for a few days." "Meredith, I'll call you when I get back." "Hasta la vista, baby." "What is it?" "Patrick, it's just...." "Yes, Jean?" "Mr." "Donald Kimball is here to see you." "Who?" "Detective Donald Kimball?" "Tell him I'm at lunch." "Patrick, it's only 10:30." "I think he knows you're here." "Send him in, I guess." "Now John, you've got to wear clothes in proportion to your physique." "There are definite do's and don'ts, good buddy, of wearing a bold stripe shirt." "A bold striped shirt calls for solid colored or discreetly patterned suits and ties." "Yes, always tip the stylist 15%." "Listen John, I've got to go." "T. Bone Pickens just walked in." "Just joking." "No, don't tip the owner of the salon." "Okay John, right, got it." "Sorry." "No, I'm sorry." "I should've made an appointment." "Was that anything important?" "That?" "Just mulling over business problems." "Examining opportunities." "Exchanging rumors." "Spreading gossip." "Hi." "I'm Donald Kimball." "Hi." "Pat Bateman." "Nice to meet you." "Sorry to barge in on you like this." "I know how busy you guys can get." "So, what's the..." "...topic of discussion?" "I've been hired by Meredith Powell to investigate the disappearance of Paul Allen." "I see, Paul's disappearance, yeah." "It's nothing that official." "I just have some basic questions about Paul and yourself." "Coffee?" "No, I'm okay." "Apollinaris?" "No, I'm okay." "Can you bring Mr...." "Kimball." "A bottle of" "No, really, I'm okay." "It's no problem." "So, what's the topic of discussion?" "Disappearance of Paul Allen." "Right." "Well, I...." "I haven't heard anything about the disappearance or anything." "Not on page six, at least." "His family wants this kept quiet." "Understandable." "Lime?" "No, really." "I'm okay." "Sure?" "I can get you a lime." "Just some preliminary questions that I need for my own files, okay?" "Shoot." "How old are you?" "27." "Where did you go to school?" "Harvard." "The Harvard Business School." "Your address?" "American Gardens Building, West 81st Street." "Nice." "Very nice." "Thanks." "What can you tell me about Paul Allen?" "I'm at a loss." "He was part of that whole Yale thing." "Yale thing?" "Yeah." "Yale thing." "What do you mean?" "Well, I think for one that he was probably a closet homosexual who did a lot of cocaine." "That Yale thing." "What kind of a man was he?" "Besides the information you've just given me?" "I hope I'm not being cross-examined here." "Do you feel like that?" "No." "Not really." "Where did Paul hang out?" "Hang out?" "Yeah." "You know, hang out." "Let me think." "The Newport." "Harry's." "Fluties." "Indochine." "Nell's." "The Cornell Club." "The New York Yacht Club." "He had a yacht?" "No, he just hung out there." "And where did he go to school?" "Don't you know this?" "I just wanted to know if you know." "Before Yale?" "If I remember correctly, Saint Paul's." "Listen, I just want to help." "I understand." "Any witnesses or fingerprints?" "There's a message on his answering machine that says he went to London." "Maybe he did." "His girlfriend doesn't think so." "Has anyone seen him in London?" "Actually, yes." "But I've had difficulty getting an actual verification." "A Stephen Hughes said he saw him at a restaurant there." "But I checked it out and what happened is, he mistook a Herbert Ainsworth for Paul." "Had his apartment been burglarized?" "No, actually it hadn't." "Toiletries were missing." "A suit was gone." "So was some luggage." "That's it." "Anyone dealing with the homicide squad?" "No, not yet." "As I said, we're not sure." "Basically, no one's seen or heard anything." "So typical, isn't it?" "It's just strange." "One day someone's walking around, going to work..." "...alive, and then...." "Nothing." "People just disappear." "The earth just opens up and swallows them." "Eerie." "Really eerie." "You'll have to excuse me." "I have a meeting with Cliff Huxtable at the Four Seasons in 20 minutes." "The Four Seasons?" "Isn't that a little far uptown?" "Aren't you going to be late?" "No." "There's one down here." "Really?" "I didn't know that." "Yes, it's very good." "Listen, if anything occurs to you, any information" "Absolutely, I'm 1 00% with you." "Great." "And thanks for your time, Mr. Bateman." "Bye-bye." "Bye." "I haven't seen you around here." "You just haven't been looking." "Would you like to see my apartment?" "I'm not supposed to." "Do you want to come to my apartment or not?" "I'm not supposed to, but I can make an exception." "Do you take a credit card?" "I'm joking." "Come on, get in." "I'd like a girl, early twenties, blonde, who does couples." "Couples." "I really can't stress blonde enough." "Blonde." "I'm Paul." "My name is Paul Allen." "You got that?" "You're Christie." "You are to respond only to Christie." "Is that clear?" "It's a very fine Chardonnay you're drinking." "I want you to clean your vagina." "No, from behind." "Get on your knees." "You have a very nice body." "Thank you." "Send her up." "Christie, get out and dry off, choose a robe." "Not the Bijan." "Then, come and meet me and our guest in the living room for drinks." "You've arrived!" "How lovely." "Let me take your coat." "I'm Paul." "How good of you to come." "Not quite blonde, are you?" "More dirty blonde." "I'm going to call you Sabrina." "I'm Paul Allen." "So don't you want to know what I do?" "No." "No, not really." "Well, I work on Wall Street." "At Pierce  Pierce." "Have you heard of it?" "You have a really nice place here, Paul." "How much did you pay for it?" "Well actually, that's none of your business." "But I can assure you, it certainly wasn't cheap." "No." "No smoking." "Not in here." "Varda Truffle?" "I don't want you to get drunk, but that's a very fine Chardonnay you're not drinking." "Do you like Phil Collins?" "I've been a big Genesis fan ever since the release of their 1980 album Duke." "Before that I really didn't understand any of their work." "It's too artsy, too intellectual." "It was on Duke, where Phil Collins' presence became more apparent." "I think Invisible Touch is the group's undisputed masterpiece." "It's an epic meditation on intangibility." "At the same time, it deepens and enriches the meaning of the preceding three albums." "Christie, take off the 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 and sheer song writing this album hits a new peak of professionalism." "Sabrina, why don't you dance a little?" "Take the lyrics to Land of Confusion in this song, Phil Collins addresses the problems of abusive political authority." "In Too Deep is the most moving pop song of the 1980s about monogamy and commitment." "The song is extremely uplifting." "Their lyrics are as positive and affirmative as anything I've heard in rock." "Christie, get down on your knees, so Sabrina can see 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 Against All Odds." "Sabrina, don't just stare at it." "Eat it." "I also think that Phil Collins works best within the confines of the group than as a solo artist." "And I stress the word "artist."" "This is Sussudio, a great, great song." "A personal favorite." "Don't touch the watch." "Can we go now?" "We're not through yet." "If they have a good personality and aren't great looking, then who cares?" "Let's say hypothetically, okay?" "What if they have a good personality?" "I know, I know." ""There are no girls with good personalities."" "A good personality consists of a chick with a hard body who'll satisfy all sexual demands without being too slutty and who'll keep her dumb, fucking mouth shut." "The only girls with good personalities, smart funny, halfway intelligent, or talented though God knows what the fuck that means, are ugly chicks." "This is because they have to make up for how fucking ugly they are." "You know what Ed Gein said?" "Ed Gein?" "Maître d' at Canal Bar?" "No." "Serial killer, Wisconsin in the '50s." "And what did Ed say?" ""When I see a pretty girl, I think of two things..." ""...one part of me wants to take her out..." ""...talk to her, be real nice and sweet and treat her right."" "What did the other part of him think?" "What her head would look like on a stick." "Hi, guys." "I want to get your opinion on something." "It's my business card." "I decided to get a new one, too." "Very nice, Luis." "Thank you." "What about dinner?" "Is that all you ever have to contribute?" "What about fucking dinner?" "Cheer up there." "What's the matter?" "No shiatsu today?" "Touch me again and you'll draw back a stump." "Hold on there, little buddy." "Excuse me." "Patrick, why here?" "I've seen you looking at me." "I've noticed your hot body." "Don't be shy." "You can't imagine how long I've wanted this, ever since that party at Arizona 206." "You know, the one you were wearing that red striped paisley Armani tie." "I want you." "I want you, too." "Patrick!" "What is it?" "Where are you going?" "I've got to return some video tapes." "I'll call you." "I've been wanting to talk with you!" "Come in to my office." "Jean, great jacket." "Matsuda?" "Do you remember where you were the night of Paul's disappearance?" "Which was on December 20?" "God, I guess I was probably returning videotapes." "I had a date with a girl named Veronica." "That's not what I've got." "What?" "That's not the information I've received." "Well, wait." "What information have you received?" "Let me see." "That you were with" "Well, I could be wrong." "When was the last time you were with Paul Allen?" "We'd gone to a new musical called Oh Africa, Brave Africa." "It was a laugh riot." "That was about it." "I think we had dinner at Orso's." "No, Petaluma." "No, Orso's." "I hope I've been informative, long day." "I'm a bit scattered." "I'm a little spent now too." "How about lunch in a week or so, when I've sorted out all this information?" "Great, yes, I'd like that." "If you could try and pin down where you were the night of Allen's disappearance, it would make my job a lot easier." "Absolutely." "I'm with you on that one." "Huey Lewis  the News." "Great stuff." "I just bought it on my way here." "You heard it?" "Never." "I mean, I don't really like singers." "Not a big music fan?" "No, I like music." "Just, they're...." "Huey's too black sounding for me." "Well, to each his own." "So, lunch next week?" "I'll be there." "Will you call me before Easter?" "Maybe." "What are you doing tonight?" "Dinner at the River Cafe." "Au Bar afterwards, maybe." "That's nice." "I never knew you smoked." "You never noticed." "Listen, Patrick." "Can we talk?" "You look marvelous." "There's nothing to say." "You're going to marry Luis." "Isn't that special?" "Patrick?" "Yes, Courtney?" "If I don't see you before Easter, have a nice one, okay?" "You, too." "Patrick?" "Yeah?" "Nothing." "Listen to this, there's this theory now that if you can catch aids through having sex then you can catch anything!" "Alzheimer's, muscular dystrophy, hemophilia, leukemia diabetes, dyslexia...." "I'm not sure, but I don't think dyslexia is a virus." "Who knows?" "They don't know that." "Prove it." "Oh God!" "What?" "It's a fucking milligram of sweetener!" "I want to get high off this, not sprinkle it on my fucking oatmeal." "It's definitely weak." "But if we do enough of it, we'll be okay." "Could you keep it down, I'm trying to do drugs!" "Fuck you!" "Calm down!" "We'll do it anyway." "I guess you're right if the fag in the next stall thinks it's okay!" "Fuck you!" "Hey, fuck you!" "Sorry, dude." "Steroids." "Okay, let's do it." "Where did Craig go?" "Well, Gorbachev is downstairs." "McDermott went to sign a peace treaty between the United States and Russia." "He's the one behind Glasnost, you know." "He said he was in mergers and acquisitions." "You're not confused, are you?" "No, not really." "Gorbachev is not downstairs." "Caron's right." "Gorbachev's not downstairs." "He's at Tunnel." "Ask me a question." "So, what do you do?" "I'm into murders and executions mostly." "Do you like it?" "Well, it depends." "Why?" "Well, most guys I know, who work in mergers and acquisitions really don't like it." "So where do you work out?" "You think I'm dumb, don't you?" "What?" "You think I'm dumb." "You think all models are dumb." "No." "I really don't." "That's okay." "I don't mind." "There's something sweet about you." "Doing the crossword?" "You need any help?" "Jean?" "Yes, Patrick?" "Would you like to accompany me to dinner?" "That is, if you're not doing anything." "No." "I don't have any plans." "Well isn't this a coincidence?" "Where should we go?" "Anywhere you want." "Let's not think about what I want." "How about anywhere you want?" "I don't know." "I can't make this decision." "Come on." "Where do you want to go?" "Anywhere you want to." "Just say it." "I can get us in anywhere." "What about Dorsia?" "So Dorsia is where Jean wants to go." "I don't know." "No, we'll go wherever you want to go." "Dorsia is fine." "Dorsia, yes?" "Yeah, can you take two tonight at, let's say, 9:00?" "We're totally booked." "Really?" "That's great." "No, I said we are totally booked." "Two at 9:00?" "Perfect." "See you then." "Yeah?" "You're dressed okay." "You didn't give a name." "They know me." "Why don't you meet me at my place at 7:00 for drinks?" "And Jean?" "You'll want to change before we go out." "Patrick, it's so elegant." "What a wonderful view." "Jean?" "Sorbet?" "Thanks, Patrick." "I'd love some." "Do you want a bite?" "I'm on a diet." "But thank you." "You don't need to lose any weight." "You're kidding, right?" "You look great." "Very fit." "You can always be thinner." "Look better." "Maybe we shouldn't go out to dinner." "I don't want to ruin your willpower." "No, it's all right." "I'm not very good at controlling it anyway." "So listen what do you really want to do with your life?" "Just briefly summarize." "Don't tell me you enjoy working with children, okay?" "Well, I'd like to travel and maybe go back to school, but I don't really know." "I'm at a point in my life where there seem to be so many possibilities." "I don't know." "I'm just so unsure." "Do you have a boyfriend?" "No, not really." "Interesting." "Are you seeing anyone?" "I mean, seriously?" "Maybe." "I don't know." "Not really." "Jean?" "Do you feel fulfilled?" "I mean, in your life?" "I guess I do." "For a long time, I was too focused on my work." "But now, I've really begun to think about changing myself." "Developing and growing." "Growing." "I'm glad you said that." "Did you know that Ted Bundy's first dog, a collie, was named Lassie?" "Had you heard that?" "Who's Ted Bundy?" "Forget it." "What's that?" "Duct tape." "I need it for taping something." "Patrick?" "Have you ever wanted to make someone happy?" "What?" "No!" "Put it in the carton." "Sorry." "Jean?" "What?" "Make someone happy." "Have you ever wanted to?" "I'm looking for...." "You could say, I just want a meaningful relationship with someone special." "Patrick!" "I know you're there." "Pick up the phone, you bad boy." "What are you up to tonight?" "It's me." "Don't try to hide." "I hope you're not with some woman you picked up, because you're mine." "My boy next door." "Anyway, you never called me back." "I'll leave a message for Jean, too to remind you that we're having dinner with Melania and Taylor." "You know Melania, she went to Sweet Briar." "We're meeting at the Cornell Club." "So, I'll call you tomorrow morning, honey." "Sorry, I know you hate that." "Bye, Patrick." "Bye, Mr. Big Time CEO." "Bye-bye." "Was that Evelyn?" "Are you still seeing her?" "I'm sorry." "I have no right to ask that." "Do you want me to go?" "Yeah." "I don't think I can control myself." "I know I should go." "I know I have a tendency to get involved with unavailable men." "I mean...." "Do you want me to go?" "I think if you stay, something bad will happen." "I think I might hurt you." "You don't want to get hurt, do you?" "No, I guess not." "I don't want to get bruised." "You're right." "I should go." "Don't forget you have a lunch date tomorrow with Donald Kimball at Smith and Wollensky's." "Thanks." "It slipped my mind completely." "So the night he disappeared, any new thoughts about what you did?" "I'm not sure." "I had a shower..." "...and some sorbet?" "I think you're getting your dates mixed up." "But how?" "Where do you place Paul that night?" "According to his date book and this was verified by his secretary he had dinner with Marcus Halberstram." "And?" "I've questioned him." "Yes." "And he denies it." "Though at first he couldn't be sure." "But he denied it?" "Yes." "Well, does Marcus have an alibi?" "Yes." "He does?" "You're sure?" "I checked it out." "It's clean." "Now where were you?" "Where was Marcus?" "He wasn't with Paul Allen." "Who was he with?" "He was at Atlantis with Craig McDermott Frederick Dibble, Harry Newman, George Butner and you." "Right." "Of course." "We had wanted Paul Allen to come." "But he had made plans." "I guess I had dinner with Victoria the following night." "Personally, I think the guy went a little nutso." "Split town for a while." "Maybe he did go to London." "Sightseeing, drinking, whatever." "Anyway, I'm pretty sure he'll turn up sooner or later." "To think that one of his friends killed him for no reason would be too ridiculous." "Isn't that right, Patrick?" "Christie." "Christie." "I'm not so sure about this." "I had to go to Emergency after last time." "This won't be anything like last time." "I promise." "I don't think so." "Just come in the limo and talk to me for a minute." "The driver's here." "You'll be safe." "Nothing like last time, promise." "All right." "So, you're looking great, how have you been?" "I actually might need a little surgery after last time." "My friend told me I should maybe even get a lawyer." "Lawyers are so complicated." "Don't do that." "Here's a check." "Half now, half later." "Okay." "Your name is Christie." "We're meeting a friend of mine, Elizabeth." "She'll be joining us in my new apartment shortly." "You'll like her." "She's a very nice girl." "You look very familiar." "Did you go to Dalton?" "I think I met you at the Surf Bar, didn't I?" "With Spicy?" "Maybe not, but definitely at Surf Bar." "You know the Surf Bar?" "Anyway, Surf Bar sucks now, it's terrible." "I went to a birthday party there for Malcolm Forbes." "Oh my God, please." "This is nicer than your other apartment." "It's not that nice." "Where did you two meet?" "Oh God!" "We met at the Kentucky Derby in 1985." "Or 1986." "You were hanging out with that bimbo Allison Poole." "Hot number." "What do you mean, she was a hot number." "A platinum card got you a blow job." "She worked in a tanning salon, need I say more?" "What do you do?" "She's my cousin." "She's from France." "Where's your phone?" "I've got to call Harley." "Where do you summer?" "Southampton?" "No." "Oh God, it's his machine." "It's 3:00 in the morning." "He's a goddamn drug dealer!" "These are his peak hours." "Don't tell him you're here." "Why would I?" "This tastes weird." "Harley, it's me." "I need your services." "Translate that however you want." "I'm at...." "Paul Allen's." "Who?" "Paul Allen." "I want the number, idiot." "Anyway, I'm at Paul Norman's." "I'll try again later." "See you tomorrow night, or I'm gonna sick my hairdresser on you." "Did you know that guy who disappeared?" "Didn't he work at Pierce  Pierce?" "Was he your friend?" "No." "Do you have any coke or Halcyon?" "I would take a Halcyon." "I would just like to see the two of you get it on." "What's wrong with that?" "It's totally disease-free." "Patrick, you're a lunatic." "Come on." "Don't you find Christie attractive?" "Let's not get lewd." "I'm in no mood for a lewd conversation." "I think it would be a turn on." "Does he do this all the time?" "Christie, you're not drinking your wine." "Are you telling me you've never done it with a girl?" "No!" "I'm not a lesbian." "Why would you think I'd be into that?" "You went to Sarah Lawrence, for one." "Those are Sarah Lawrence guys, Patrick." "You're making me feel weird." "Did you know that Whitney Houston's debut LP called simply, Whitney Houston had four number one singles on it?" "Did you know that, Christie?" "You actually listen to Whitney Houston?" "You own a Whitney Houston CD?" "More than one?" "It's hard to choose a favorite among so many great tracks but The Greatest Love of All is one of the most powerful songs ever written about self-preservation and dignity." "Its universal message crosses all boundaries and instills one with the hope that it's not too late to better ourselves." "Since it's impossible in this world we live in to empathize with others, we can always empathize with ourselves." "It's an important message, crucial, really." "It's beautifully stated on the album." "Not the face, you bitch!" "Not the fucking face!" "You, piece of bitch trash!" "I want a firm commitment." "I think, Evelyn, that we've lost touch." "Why?" "What's wrong?" "My need to engage in homicidal behavior on a massive scale, cannot be corrected." "But I have no other way to fulfill my needs." "We need to talk." "Talk about what?" "It's over, Evelyn." "It's all over." "Touchy, touchy." "I'm sorry I brought up the wedding." "Let's just avoid the issue, all right?" "Now, are we having coffee?" "I'm fucking serious." "It's fucking over, us." "This is no joke." "I don't think we should see each other any more." "But your friends are my friends, and my friends are your friends." "I don't think it would work." "You have a little something" "I know that your friends are my friends." "I've thought about that." "You can have them." "You're really serious, aren't you?" "Yes, I am." "But what about the past?" "Our past?" "We never really shared one." "You're inhuman." "No." "I'm in touch with humanity." "Evelyn, I'm sorry." "I just...." "You're not terribly important to me." "Oh, no!" "I know my behavior can be erratic sometimes." "What do you want me to do?" "What is it that you want?" "If you really want to do something for me then stop making this scene, right now." "Oh God, I can't believe this." "I'm leaving now." "I've assessed the situation and I'm going." "Where are you going?" "I'm just leaving." "But where?" "I have to return some video tapes." "Here kitty, kitty." "Oh my god!" "What are you doing?" "Stop that!" "Drop the weapon!" "Drop it now!" "Get on the ground!" "Burning the midnight oil, Mr. Smith?" "Hey, don't forget to sign in." "Harold, it's Bateman." "Patrick Bateman." "You're my lawyer." "I think you should know I've killed a lot of people." "Some escort girls in an apartment uptown." "Some homeless people, maybe five or ten." "An NYU girl I met in Central Park." "I left her in a parking lot behind a donut shop." "I killed Bethany, my old girlfriend, with a nail gun." "And some man, some old faggot with a dog." "Last week, I killed another girl with a chainsaw." "I had to, she almost got away." "There was someone else there, I can't remember, maybe a model." "She's dead, too." "And 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 want to leave anything out here." "I guess I've killed maybe 20 people." "Maybe 40." "I have 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 cook a little." "Tonight I just had to kill a lot of people!" "I'm not sure I'm going to get away with it this time." "I mean...." "I guess, I'm a pretty...." "I'm a pretty sick guy." "So if you get back tomorrow I may show up at Harry's Bar." "So, you know keep your eyes open." "Are you my 2:00?" "No." "Can I help you?" "I'm looking for Paul Allen's place." "Doesn't he live here?" "No." "He doesn't." "Are you sure?" "You saw the ad in the Times?" "No." "Yeah." "I mean yeah." "ln the Times." "There was no ad in the Times." "I think you should go now." "But I think...." "I want to know what happened here." "Don't make any trouble, please." "I suggest you go." "Don't come back." "I won't." "Don't worry." "Patrick Bateman's office." "Jean, I need help!" "Patrick?" "Is that you?" "I'm not...." "McDermott called." "He wants to meet you, Van Patten and Bryce at Harry's for drinks." "What did you say, you dumb bitch?" "Patrick, I can't hear you." "What am I doing?" "Where are you?" "What's wrong?" "I don't think I'm gonna make it to the office this afternoon." "Why?" "Just say no!" "What is it?" "Are you all right?" "Stop sounding so fucking sad!" "Jesus!" "Table for three." "Bateman, you're looking a little wild-eyed." "Rough day at the office?" "Bryce is back." "And he's drinking mineral water." "He's changed man, except he still can't get a reservation to save his life." "Why don't you try 150 Wooster?" "I'm not going anywhere unless we have a reservation." "Le Cirque, Flamingo East, Oyster Bar." "Come on, faggots, let's get a res." "Keep your shirt on." "Maybe lose the suspenders." "I need a reservation for 8:30." "Excuse me, gentleman." "Right back." "1 0:00 would not be any good." "No." "Just fucking call them." "Give me the phone, I'll do it." "Face it, the Japanese will own most of this country by the end of the 90s." "Shut up, Carnes, they will not." "So, Harold, did you get my message?" "Jesus, yes." "That was hilarious." "That was you, wasn't it?" "Yes, naturally." "Bateman killing Allen and escort girls?" "That's fabulous." "That's rich." "What exactly do you mean?" "The message you left." "So, Davis, how is Cynthia?" "You two still together?" "Wait, Harold, what do you mean?" "Excuse me." "Nothing." "It's good to see you." "Is that Edward Towers?" "Carnes, wait." "Davis." "I'm not one to bad mouth anyone, your joke was amusing." "But come on, man, you had one fatal flaw:" "Bateman is such a dork such a boring, spineless lightweight." "Now, if you'd said Bryce or McDermott...." "Otherwise, it was amusing." "Excuse me..." "..." "I really must be going." "Wait." "Stop." "I did it, Carnes." "I killed him." "I'm Patrick Bateman." "I chopped Allen's fucking head off." "The whole message I left on your machine was true." "Excuse me." "I really must be going." "No!" "Listen, don't you know who I am?" "I'm not Davis, I'm Patrick Bateman!" "We talk on the phone all the time!" "Don't you recognize me?" "You're my lawyer." "Now Carnes, listen." "Listen very, very carefully." "I killed Paul Allen and I liked it." "I can't make myself any clearer." "But that's simply not possible." "And I don't find this funny anymore." "It never was supposed to be!" "Why isn't it possible?" "It's just not." "Why not, you stupid bastard?" "Because I had dinner with Paul Allen twice in London..." "...just ten days ago." "No, you..." "...didn't." "Now, if you'll excuse me." "We need to find a way to co-operate while realizing foreign policies can't be run by committee." "I believe there's now the growing sense that we can accomplish more by co-operating." "And in the end, this may be the eventual blessing in disguise to come out of the Iran-Contra mess." "How can he lie like that?" "How can he pull that shit?" "What shit?" "Now where do we have reservations at?" "I'm not hungry, but I'd still like a reservation." "How can he be so fucking I don't know, cool about it?" "Some guys are just born cool, I guess." "Bateman?" "What are you so fucking zany about?" "I'm just a happy camper." "Rockin' and a-rollin'!" "He presents himself as a harmless old codger." "But inside but inside...." "But inside doesn't matter." "Inside?" "Yes, inside?" "Believe it or not, Bryce, we're actually listening to you." "Come on, Bateman, what do you think?" "Whatever." "Whose moronic idea was it to order dry beers?" "I need a scotch." "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 caused and my utter indifference toward it, I have now surpassed." "My pain is constant and sharp." "And I do not hope for a better world for anyone." "In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others." "I want no one to escape." "But even after 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."