- Patrick Bateman: Do you know what Ed Gein said about women?
- David Van Patten: The maitre 'd at Canal Bar?
- Patrick Bateman: No, serial killer, Wisconsin, the '50s.
- Craig McDermott: So what did he say?
- Patrick Bateman: "When I see a pretty girl walking down the street, I think two things. One part wants me to take her out, talk to her, be real nice and sweet and treat her right."
- David Van Patten: And what did the other part think?
- Patrick Bateman: "What her head would look like on a stick... "
- Club Patron: So, what do you do?
- Patrick Bateman: I'm into, uh, well, murders and executions, mostly.
American Psycho: the rat-in-vagina-scene
higu:
dude to “POPULAR DEMAND”, i typed it up for you guys. this happens near the end of the book, so this is probably at least the seventh woman he’s tortured during the entire thing.
disclaimers!!: (just so i don’t get yelled at later) there’s a sex scene before the torture, and it’s all pretty detailed. foul language, rats in vaginas, etc.
it really is a good book, though, so if you, uh, like… this… or are at least interested, you should pick it up and read it when your parents aren’t around.
the movie (thankfully) doesn’t include this scene.
pardon any bad grammar/spelling mistakes/word fuck ups. i really, really don’t want to proofread this. p.s. i cut out a small passage so you wouldn’t get bored.
My personality is sketchy and unformed and my heartlessness goes deep and is persistent … 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.
— American Psycho (via mutilation)
Pumpkin, you’re dating a tumbling, tumbling dickweed.
— American Psycho (via dreadpirateme)
In the kitchen I try to make meat loaf out of the girl but it becomes too frustrating a task and instead I spend the afternoon smearing her meat all over the walls, chewing on strips of skin I ripped from her body, then I rest by watching a tape of last week’s new CBS sitcom, Murphy Brown. After that and a large glass of J&B I’m back in the kitchen. The head in the microwave is now completely black and hairless and I place it in a tin pot on the stove in an attempt to boil any remaining flesh I forgot to shave off.
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.
— Patrick Bateman (via steinmetz)
