Patrick Bateman Quotes: Unsettling and Memorable Lines from American Psycho

I live in the American Gardens Building on West 81st Street.

I simply am not there.

I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust.

I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.

I don’t want to get serious or spend a lot of time with anyone.

I had all the characteristics of a successful yuppie, but I lacked a conscience.

I need to return some videotapes.

I’m simply not there.

I’m into, uh, well, murders and executions, mostly.

I just had to kill a lot of people.

I have to return some videotapes.

I like to dissect girls. Did you know I’m utterly insane?

People will think you’re a senseless, crazy, idiotic, indulgent, masochistic, people-hating, manipulative freak if you wear nail polish.

I’ve always been a huge fan of Whitney Houston. The physical acting she did in ‘The Bodyguard’ was very good.

We both like Phil Collins.

We should do this again sometime. Lunch?

Feed me a stray cat.

I’m on a diet.

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.

Todd, do you like Huey Lewis and The News?

I don’t believe in luck. I believe in hard work and dedication.

The world is full of losers.

I have no conscience.

I don’t have a conscience. I will do whatever it takes to get what I want.

Is that a raincoat?

I can’t wear that. What message does that send?

You’re dating a woman for six weeks and you think you’re in love with her? That’s pathetic.

Don’t you know you’re not supposed to wear white after Labor Day?

I have to go now, I have to take a whizz.

I don’t want to get married. I want to be alone.

I want to fit in.

I don’t have any feelings.

I apologize for my behavior.

I think you have mistaken me for someone else.

I love to dance to Whitney Houston in the middle of a crowded club.

Do you like Huey Lewis and The News?

I can’t wait to get out of this suit.

I have this awful feeling that something terrible is about to happen.

I hate the fact that I work on Wall Street.

I need to make a reservation at Dorsia.

I can’t believe anyone would stoop so low to wear such a horrendous outfit.

I have a confession to make.

I don’t see the point in living anymore.

Do you think I’m attractive?

I’m trying to fit in, but it’s not working.

In my opinion, style is more important than substance.

I crave popularity and acceptance.

I don’t need anyone else’s approval.

I don’t understand the concept of love.

I can’t seem to find any meaning in life.