PATRICK: I'm on a diet.
JEAN: What, your kidding, right? You look great . . . so fit . . . and thin.
PATRICK: Well, you can always look thinner.
JEAN: Then maybe we shouldn't go out to dinner. I wouldn't want you to lose your willpower.
PATRICK: That's okay. I'm not very good at controlling it anyway.
My need to engage in homicidal behavior on a massive scale cannot be corrected, but I have no other way to fulfill my needs
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.
WAITER: Would you like to hear today's specials?
PATRICK: Not if you want to keep your spleen
PATRICK: Do you know what Ed Gein said about women? "When I see a pretty girl walking down the street, I think two things. One part wants me to be real nice and sweet and treat her right."
DAVID: And what did the other part think?
PATRICK: What her head would look like on a stick!
WAITER: Would you like to hear today's specials?
PATRICK: Not if you want to keep your spleen
Harold, it's Bateman. Patrick Bateman. You're my lawyer so 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 near Dunkin Donuts. I killed Bethany, my old girlfriend, with a nail gun. And a 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, maybe a model, I can't remember but she's dead too. And Paul Allen. I killed Paul Allen with an ax . . . 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 20 people, maybe 40. I have tapes of a lot of it. Some of the girls have seen the tapes. I even . . . well, I ate some of their brains and I tried to cook a little. Tonight I just, well, I had to kill a lot of people and I'm not sure I'm going to get away with it this time. I mean . . . I guess 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.
I have to return some videotapes.
MAXTON: I heard you resigned from the Scouts.
JIM: I've become an atheist
BASIE: Jim, didn't I teach you anything?
JIM: Yes! You taught me that people will do anything for a potato.
JIM: I was dreaming about God.
MOTHER: What did he say?
JIM: Nothing. He was playing tennis.
ROBBIE: I saw a boy crying today at school. He didn't know anyone saw, but I saw. Should I report him?
PRESTON: Unquestionably
DUPONT: Wait! Wait! Look at me. Look at me. I'm life. I live . . . I breathe . . . I feel. Now that you know it, can you really take it? Is it really worth the price?
PRESTON: I'd pay it gladly
MUSH: Howdya sleep, Jack?
JACK: On me back, Mush.
You shouldn't be callin' people lousy little shrimps, Oscar, unless you're referrin' to the family resemblance in your brother here.
We was beat when we was born.
For a dreamer night's the only time of day.
Well, this town's gone to Hell.
CHILD: Did you make that up?
QUINN: Of course I did
DRAGON SLAYER: What are you doing here, Quinn?
QUINN: You're standing on ground where I've buried hundreds. This my land. I'll ask the questions. What are you doing here?
PETER: You're turning into a fucking Nazi!
THOMAS: Oh, so what if I am?
THOMAS: Look who we have here, Peter's priss. Have you talked to her yet?
PETER: Who says I'm interested?
THOMAS: Your tongue was on the floor.
I don't want to know about the lives of other actors and I don't want people to know too much about me. If we don't know about the private lives of other actors, that leaves us as clean slates when it comes to playing characters. That's the point, they can create these other characters and I can believe them. I think if you're a good enough actor, that's the way to longevity in the film business. Keep everybody guessing.
I love going to night clubs, but there are things that should be done anonymously, y'know? The key is to dress like shit, which I always do.
I've been lucky because there wasn't a sudden leap where people were saying, 'Oh, what a cute kid,' and then it's, 'Bloody hell, what happened there, he's got zits and hair in his arm pits--he must be spending a lot of time alone in his room.' Of course I was spending a lot of time alone in my room.
I'm bald down there, like an action figure.