American Psycho

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 ? Some latkes ?

No, just... 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.