I never thought about how I didn't have a cell phone or I'm in 2011. I was just so happy to be able to be a character in the 30s and there are these actresses that I really liked in the 40s, 50s and 60s in American movies that I've seen since I was a...
[Lester has just caught Caroline cheating with the Real Estate King] Carolyn Burnham: Uh, Buddy, this is my... Lester Burnham: Her husband. We've met before, but something tells me you're going to remember me this time.
Lester Burnham: You don't think it's kinda weird & fascist? Carolyn Burnham: Possibly, but you don't want to be unemployed. Lester Burnham: Oh well, all right, let's all sell our souls and work for Satan because it's more convenient that way.
Jane Burnham: I don't think we can be friends anymore. Angela Hayes: You're way too uptight about sex. Jane Burnham: Just don't fuck my dad, all right? Please? Angela Hayes: Why not?
Ricky Fitts: Excuse me for speaking so bluntly sir. But those fags make me want to puke my fucking guts out. Colonel Frank Fitts: [cautiously, after a long pause] Well, me too son. Me too.
Lester Burnham: Oh Carolyn, when did you become so... joyless? Carolyn Burnham: Joyless? I'm not joyless. There happens to be a lot about me that you don't know, Mr. Smarty Man. There's plenty of joy in my life.
Jane Burnham: Mom, do we always have to listen to this elevator music? Carolyn Burnham: No. No, we don't. Carolyn Burnham: As soon as you've prepared a nutritious yet savory meal that I'm about to eat, you can listen to whatever you like.
[from trailer] Frank Lucas: The man I worked for had one of the biggest companies in New York City. He didn't own his own company. White man owned it, so they owned him. Nobody owns me, though.
Eva: You're Frank and this is your place? Frank Lucas: That's right. I'm Frank and this is my place. Eva: Why is it called Small's? Why don't you call it Frank's? Frank Lucas: When you own something, you can call it what you want.
Frank Lucas: I've been paying off Johnny law since I was ten years old I put more kids through college than the National Merit Award this is different though, these special investigative unit that's their problem they think their "special"
Frank Lucas: Do you really think putting me behind bars is going to change anything on the streets? The dope fiends is going to shoot it, they're going to steal it, they're going to die for it, putting me in prison isn't going to change anything
Carol: Oh, rats. I thought some of my friends might be here. John Milner: Probably a couple of weeks past their bedtime. Carol: Oh, wait, there's Dee Dee. I hope she sees me. John Milner: Oh, shit. Dee Dee!
Patrick Bateman: I think, um, Evelyn that, uh, we've lost touch. Evelyn Williams: Why? What's wrong? Patrick Bateman: My need to engage in homicidal behaviour on a massive scale cannot be corrected but, uh, I have no other way to fulfill my needs.
Patrick Bateman: I'm at a loss. He was part of that whole..."Yale thing"... you know? Donald Kimball: What do you mean... Yale thing? Patrick Bateman: Well, I think for one that he was probably a closet homosexual. Who did a lot of cocaine... that Ya...
Jean: Make someone happy. Have you ever wanted to? Patrick Bateman: I'm looking for, uh... [Puts nail gun to the back of Jean's head] Patrick Bateman: I guess you could say I just want to have a meaningful relationship with someone special.
[at Paul Allen's apartment, empty and painted white] Real estate agent: You saw the ad in the Times? Patrick Bateman: No... Yeah, I mean yeah, in the Times. Real estate agent: There was no ad in the Times. I think you should go now.
Derek Vinyard: Every night, thousands of these parasites stream across the border like some fuckin' piñata exploded. [the skinheads laugh] Derek Vinyard: Don't laugh! There's nothin' funny goin' on here! [the skinheads immediately quiet down]
[last lines] Japanese newscaster: Susan Jones, who was wounded in a terrorist attack in Morocco, was discharged from a Casablanca hospital this morning, local time. The American people finally have a happy ending, after five days of frantic phone cal...
I struggled with being a Latino growing up in Los Angeles. I felt very American. I still do. I went to 35 bar mitzvahs before I went to a single quinceanera. I could talk all day about my culture and what it means to me.
I was a supporting character in other people's lives, which seemed right and familiar to me. I was also an outsider: English in the U.S., American in England, dogged yet comforted by that familiar feeling of alien-ness, which occupied that space wher...
Americans see democracy as a remedy for all ills-to be taken three times daily like prescription medicine. It works for them. Ergo - it should work for the world. What America naïvely forgets is that for democracy to function, most of a populace mus...
