Paul Allen Quotes in American Psycho (2000)

Patrick Bateman: Do you like Huey Lewis and The News?

Paul Allen: They're OK.

Patrick Bateman: Their early work was a little too new wave for my tastes, but when Sports came out in '83, I think they really came into their own, commercially and artistically. The whole album has a clear, crisp sound, and a new sheen of consummate professionalism that really gives the songs a big boost. He's been compared to Elvis Costello, but I think Huey has a far more bitter, cynical sense of humor.

Paul Allen: Hey Halberstram.

Patrick Bateman: Yes, Allen?

Paul Allen: Why are there copies of the style section all over the place, d-do you have a dog? A little chow or something?

Patrick Bateman: No, Allen.

Paul Allen: Is that a rain coat?

Patrick Bateman: Yes it is! In '87, Huey released this, Fore, their most accomplished album. I think their undisputed masterpiece is "Hip to be Square", a song so catchy, most people probably don't listen to the lyrics. But they should, because it's not just about the pleasures of conformity, and the importance of trends, it's also a personal statement about the band itself.

[raises axe above head]

Patrick Bateman: Hey Paul!

[he bashes Allen in the head with the axe, and blood splatters over him]

Patrick Bateman: TRY GETTING A RESERVATION AT DORSIA NOW, YOU FUCKING STUPID BASTARD! YOU, FUCKING BASTARD!

Paul Allen: This is really a beehive of, uh, activity, Halberstam. This place is hot, very hot.

Patrick Bateman: Listen, the mud soup and the charcoal arugula are outrageous here.

Paul Allen: Yeah, well. You're late.

Patrick Bateman: Hey, I'm a child of divorce. Give me a break.

[studies menu]

Patrick Bateman: Hmmmm, I see they've omitted the pork loin with lime Jell-O.

Patrick Bateman: [looks across the room] Is that Ivana Trump over there? Jeez, Patrick, I mean Marcus, what are you thinking? Why would Ivana be at Texarkana?

Patrick Bateman: Wasn't Rothschild originally handling the Fisher account? How did you get it?

Paul Allen: Well, Halberstram, I could tell you... but then I'd have to kill ya.

Dr. Henry Jekyll: [Thunderstruck by the sensual beauty of the scantily clad exotic dancer] A tigress!

Paul Allen: [Detached] Tigers needn't lick their lips over her unless they're very rich.

Dr. Henry Jekyll: Is she so exclusive?

Paul Allen: Only princes, pashes, millionaires, or distinguished actor/managers need apply.

[Aware of Hyde's fascination with the dancer as she continues her routine which climaxes with her putting the snake's head in her mouth]

Paul Allen: Forget it, John boy. She's not in the prep school class. Believe me, I've tried.

Paul Allen: [as the scantily clad Maria walks by their table going to her dressing room] Ah, Maria! The unattainable Eve with her apples and snakes.

Maria: [Politely] It's a pleasure to see you again, Mr. Allen.

Paul Allen: You have a new admirer, my dear, Mr. Edward Hyde.

Dr. Henry Jekyll: [Obviously attracted to her] Enchanted! My sincere compliments.

Maria: You are most kind, Mr. Hyde.

Paul Allen: Such natural manners. She only uses Christian names in bed.

[Insulted, Maria throws a drink from the table in his face]

Clubman: Damn bad luck you have been having, I hear, Allen, old man.

Paul Allen: Damn bad luck.

Clubman: Oh, well. Luck's a bitch, old boy

[laughs]

Clubman: .

Paul Allen: I shouldn't think so... Always have the best possible luck with bitches. Almost always, anyway.

Clubman: [laughs heartily] Well I'm swill.

[drinks and walks way]

Paul Allen: I don't deserve you Kitty.

Kitty Jekyll: You don't. But I deserve you. I deserve nothing better than you.

Dr. Henry Jekyll: [as Hyde] What are you in for?

Paul Allen: About 2000 pounds.

Dr. Henry Jekyll: Sell your soul.

Paul Allen: Gladly. No Takers.