American Psycho Script - transcript from the screenplay and/or Christian Bale movie based on the Bret Easton Ellis novel American Psycho Script - Dialogue TranscriptVoila! Finally, the American Psycho script is here for all you quotes spouting fans of the Christian Bale movie based on the Bret Easton Ellis novel. This script is a transcript that was painstakingly transcribed using the screenplay and/or viewings of American Psycho.
Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho was first screened in New York on 16 June 1960. It was an immediate box-office success. From the start, expectant filmgoers began queuing in Broadway at 8.00am setting a pattern for audiences worldwide. By the end of its first year, Psycho had earned $15 million – over fifteen times as much as it cost to make. American Psycho Script taken from a transcript of the screenplay and/or the Christian Bale movie based on the Bret Easton Ellis novel. Links to movie scripts, screenplays, transcripts, and excerpts from classic movies to current flicks to future films.
I know, I know, I still need to get the cast names in there and I'll be eternally tweaking it, so if you have any corrections, feel free to. You won't hurt my feelings. Swing on back to afterwards for more! American Psycho Script 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 this evening, I have swordfish meatloaf with onion marmalade, rare roasted partridge breast in raspberry coulis with a sorrel timbale.and grilled free-range rabbit with herbed 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 aren't we at Dorsia? Because Bateman won't give the maitre d' head.
Is that Reed Robinson over there? - Are you freebasing or what? That's not Robinson. Well, who is it then?
- It's Paul Allen. - That's not Paul Allen.
Paul Allen's on the other side of the room over there. Who's he with? Some weasel from Kicker Peabody. They don't have a good bathroom to do coke in. Are you sure that's Paul Allen over there?
Yes, McDufus, I am. - He's handling the Fisher account.
- Lucky bastard. - Lucky Jew bastard. - Jesus, McDermott, what does that have to do with anything? I've seen that bastard sitting in his office. Talking on the phone to the C.E.O.s, spinnin' a fuckin' menorah. Not a menorah. You spin a dreidel.
Oh, my God, Bateman. Do you want me to fry you up some fucking potato pancakes? Cool it with the anti-Semitic remarks. Oh, I forgot.
Bateman's dating someone from the A.C.L.U. He's the voice of reason. The boy next door. Speaking of reasonable-- Only $570. That's not bad. A little something for the purse. Give her the 50.
Stoli on the rocks. These aren't good anymore. It's a cash bar. That'll be $25. You're a fucking ugly bitch. I wanna stab you to death.
And play around with your blood. What can I get for you two? 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, in a rigorous exercise routine.
Ln the morning, if my face is a little pufffy, I'll put on an icepack while doing my stomach crunches. I can do a thousand now. After I remove the icepack, I use a deeppore cleanser lotion. In the shower, I use a water-activated gel cleanser.
Then a honey-almond bodyscrub. And on the face, an exfoliating gelscrub. Then I apply an herb mint facialmasque, which lleave on forten 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-aging 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 may be you can even sense our life styles are probably comparable, I simply am not there. Good morning. Good morning, Hamilton. Aerobics class.
Any messages? Ricky Harrison has to cancel.
He didn't say what he was cancelling or why. I occasionally box with Ricky at the Harvard Club.
Spencer wants to meet for drinks at Fluties, Pier 17. And what should I say?
Just say 'no' Just say 'no'? I need reservations for three at Camols at 12:30, and if not there try Crayons. And I need reservations for two at Arcadia at 8:00 on Thursday. Something romantic?
I'll make them. No, I'll do it. Be a doll and just get me a mineral water, okay? Left for dead 2 pc split screen. You look nice today.
Don't wear that outfit again. 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. You're prettier than that. - Thanks, Patrick. - I'm not here. And high heels. I like high heels. Feathered friends for 600.
During courtship, the male frigate bird. Inflates to enormous size the red pouch found here. And I want hundreds of thousands of roses.
And lots of chocolate truffles, Godiva, and oysters in the halfshell. I'm trying to listen to the new Robert Palmer tape, but Evelyn, my supposed fiance, keeps buzzing in my ear. Annie Leibovitz. We'll get Annie Leibovitz.
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And we'll have to get someone to videotape. Patrick, we should do it. Have a wedding. I can't take the time off work. Your father practically owns the company. You can do anything you like, silly. - I don't want to talk about it.
- I 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. Patrick, this is my cousin Vanden and her boyfriend Stash.
They're both artists. The menu's in braille. I see you've met everyone. Software engineering 10th edition download. You look awful. 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's usually operating 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 doofus in the business. Tell me, Stash. Do you think Soho is becoming too. - Oh, who gives a rat's ass? Hey, that affects us. Well, what about the massacres in Sri Lanka, honey?
Doesn't that affect us too? Do you know anything about Sri Lanka? How, like, the Sikhs are killing tons of Israelis over there? Come on, Bryce. There are a lot more important problems than Sri Lanka to worry about. - Well, we have to end apartheid, for one, slow down the nuclear arms race, stop terrorism and world hunger.