American Psycho quotes

View Quote [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.

View Quote Jean: Make someone happy. Have you ever wanted to?
Bateman: I'm looking for, uh... [puts nail gun to the back of Jean's head] I guess you could say I just want to have a meaningful relationship with someone special.

View Quote Bryce: [after snorting cut cocaine] I want to get high off this, not sprinkle it on my ****ing Oaties.
Bateman: Definitely weak, but I have a feeling that if we do enough of it we'll be okay.
Club Patron: [leans over from another booth] Will you keep it down? I'm trying to do drugs!
Bryce: HEY, **** YOU!

View Quote Bateman: I don't think we should see each other.
Evelyn: But your friends are my friends and my friends are your friends. I don't think it would work. You have a little something...
Bateman: I know that your friends are my friends and, uh... I thought about that. You can have'em.

View Quote Everything failed to subdue me. Soon everything seemed dull: another sunrise, the lives of heroes, falling in love, war, the discoveries people made about each other. The only thing that didn't bore me, obviously enough, was how much money Tim Price made, and yet in its obviousness it did. There wasn't a clear, identifiable emotion within me, except for greed and, possibly, total disgust. I had all the characteristics of a human being -- flesh, blood, skin, hair -- but my depersonalization was so intense, had gone so deep, that the normal ability to feel compassion had been eradicated, the victim of a slow, purposeful erasure. I was simply imitating reality, a rough resemblance of a human being, with only a dim corner of my mind functioning. Something horrible was happening and yet I couldn't figure out why -- I couldn't put my finger on it.

View Quote I like to dissect girls. Did you know I'm utterly insane?

View Quote Bateman: I'm on a diet.
Jean: What, you're kidding, right? You look great... so fit... and thin.
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.
Bateman: That's okay. I'm not very good at controlling it anyway.

View Quote ATM: Feed me a stray cat.

View Quote Bateman: I think if you stay, something bad will happen. I think I might hurt you. You don't want to get hurt, do you?
Jean: No. No, I guess not. I don't want to get bruised.

View Quote Bateman: I hope I'm not being cross-examined.
Donald Kimball: Do you feel that way?
Bateman: No, not really.

View Quote [to drycleaner] If you don't shut your ****ing mouth, I will kill you.

View Quote Eleven thirty-four. We stand on the sidewalk in front of Jean's apartment on the Upper East Side. Her doorman eyes us warily and fills me with a nameless dread, his gaze piercing me from the lobby. A curtain of stars, miles of them, are scattered, glowing, across the sky and their multitude humbles me, which I have a hard time tolerating. She shrugs and nods after I say something about forms of anxiety. It's as if her mind is having a hard time communicating with her mouth, as if she is searching for a rational analysis of who I am, which is, of course, an impossibility: there...is...no...key.

View Quote [after being kicked in the face by Christie the prostitute] Not the face! You bitch! Not the ****ing face, you piece of bitch trash!

View Quote I'm leaving. I've assessed the situation, and I'm going.

View Quote Not quite blonde, are we? More of a dirty blonde.