Patrick: I killed Paul Allen with an axe. In the face.
Patrick: Do you know what Ed Gein said about women? Van Patten: Ed Gein?
Evelyn: You're inhuman.
Waiter: Would you like to hear today's specials?
Patrick: Howard, it's Bateman, Patrick Bateman. You're my lawyer so I think you should know.
Evelyn: You hate that job anyway. I don't see why you just don't quit.
Patrick: I'm on a diet. Jean: What, you're kidding, right? You look great... so fit... and thin.
Evelyn: What about the past?
Evelyn: What does Mr. Grinch want for Christmas?
Van Patten: [re: business card] Good coloring.
Patrick: I know that your friends are my friends and, uh... I've thought about that.
Evelyn: Where are you going? Patrick: I am just leaving. Evelyn: But where?
Patrick: Listen, you'll have to excuse me.
Patrick: (looking at Paul Allen's business card) Look at that subtle off-white coloring; the tasteful thickness of it...
Patrick: I also think Phil Collins works best within the confines of the group, than as a solo artist, and I stress the word artist.
Patrick: Evelyn, I'm sorry.
Patrick: My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy.
Patrick: 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.
Patrick: When I see a pretty girl walking down the street I think two things. One part of me wants to take her out and talk to her and be real nice and sweet and treat her right. McDermott: And what did the other part think?
Patrick: I don't think we should see each other any more. Evelyn: Why? What's wrong?