Dating a tumbling tumbling dickweed

21-Oct-2019 06:25

The decor is a mixture of chi-chi and rustic, with swagged silk curtains, handwritten menus and pale pink tablecloths decorated with arrangements of moss, twigs and hideous exotic flowers.

The clientele is young, wealthy and confident, dressed in the height of late-eighties style: pouffy Lacroix dresses, slinky Alaa, Armani power suits. WAITER With goat cheese profiteroles and I also have an arugula Caesar salad. Mc DERMOTT Because Bateman won't give the maitre d' head.

They both dig their platinum Amex cards into the envelope of white powder, shoveling it up their noses, then sticking their fingers in to catch the residue and rubbing it into their gums. NIGHTCLUB - NIGHT Bateman saunters toward the bar as "Pump Up the Volume" plays in the background. He begins selecting bottles jars and brushes, laying them in readiness on the marble counter. O.) I always use an after-shave lotion with little or no alcohol because alcohol dries your face out and makes you look older.

PRICE I want to get high off this; Bateman, not sprinkle it on my fucking All-Bran. Dressed in silk boxer shorts, Bateman stands in front of a huge walk-in closet, filled with rows of expensive shirts, shoes and designer suits, organized according to color and tone. O.) It is hard for me to make sense on any given level. My personality is sketchy and unformed, my heartlessness goes deep and is persistent.

BATEMAN It's definitely weak but I have a feeling if we do enough of it we'll be okay. (He collapses, panting against the stall door) Sorry, dude. He begins slowly peeling the gel masque off his face. O.) There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman, some kind of abstraction, hut 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 you and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: I simply am not there. BATEMAN BEDROOM - MORNING Another huge white room, equally minimal: a futon, rumpled white sheets, a bedside lamp with a halogen bulb, and a large expensive painting (Eric Fischl or David Salle) chosen by Bateman's interior decorator.

(Raising his voice) THAT IS, IF THE FAGGOT IN THE NEXT STALL THINKS IT'S OKAY! PRICE (Trying to climb up against the aluminum divider) No, FUCK YOU!! Then moisturizer, then an anti-aging eye balm, followed by a final moisturizing "protective" lotion... The masque has dried, giving his face a strange distorted look as if it has been wrapped in plastic.

The Waiter sets down plates containing tiny, elaborately decorated starters.

As he does so we hear Bateman's description of each of the men at the table. O.) You'll notice that my friends and I all look and behave in a remarkably similar fashion, but there are subtle differences between us.

As soon as one bathroom door opens, a couple lurches out rubbing their noses while another couple rushes past them and slams the door.