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. 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.

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Nov 28, 2011 - Screenplay Genre: Drama / Crime / Thriller. Movie Time: 102 minutes. INCITING INCIDENT. Patrick Bateman (Christian Bale), a young,. 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.

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.