He bared his teeth in a happy feral grin. My own personal psycho.
Duncan Sheik and I are trucking along on 'American Psycho,' which is sort of the anti-Superman, you know? But it's a lot of fun, too, in a much, much darker way, obviously.
I get to actually experience what it would be like to be a psycho, which is not a fun one, or to be a cowboy, or to be a weird character of some sort. For me, it suits me. It suits my personality. I'm an emotional kind of person anyway.
Psycho 11 and III say, in effect, there's no way to survive with a psychological problem. If you've got it, the law can keep you locked up because there's no chance for cure.
Maybe I'm just a psycho, and the stage is a better place to go than either the loony bin or somewhere else.
When I meet a girl I like, I call her the next day. I don't play that three-day rule. Maybe that's psycho.
I'm a master of heels. I'm used to them. I'm tiny, so I wear them all the time. Apart from to the beach. That would be slightly psycho. I'm over the top, but not that much yet.
Tyler Durden: Where'd you go, psycho boy? Narrator: I felt like destroying something beautiful.
[after stopping Riggs from shooting himself] Roger Murtaugh: You're not trying to draw a psycho pension! You really are crazy!
I surrounded myself with women when I was growing up because I had this horrible psycho father. Now I'm trying to really appreciate and like men more.
Patrick Bateman: You're a fucking ugly bitch. I want to stab you to death, and then play around with your blood.
Waiter: Would you like to hear today's specials? Patrick Bateman: Not if you want to keep your spleen.
Patrick Bateman: I don't want to get you drunk, but, ah, that's a very fine Chardonnay you're not drinking.
Evelyn Williams: What does Mr. Grinch want for Christmas? And don't say breast implants again.
Patrick Bateman: Did you know that Ted Bundy's first dog, a collie, was named Lassie? [laughs] Jean: Who's Ted Bundy?
David Van Patten: What are you so fucking zany about? Patrick Bateman: I'm just a happy camper! Rockin' and a-rollin'!
Courtney Rawlinson: Listen Patrick, can we talk? Patrick Bateman: You look... marvelous. There's nothing to say.
Elizabeth: [to Christie the prostitute] What do you do? Patrick Bateman: She's my... cousin. Elizabeth: Mm-hmm. Patrick Bateman: She's from... France.
Victoria: [referring to the bloodstains on Bateman's sheets] What are those? Patrick Bateman: Oh, uh, it's - cranberry juice. Uh, cran-apple.
I don't think I could play a character that I couldn't relate to somehow. I'm not unfamiliar with frustration, anger, shame, helplessness and a load of other emotions that make up our psycho-soup. I try to focus on that frustration, that sense of unf...
Incidentally, why was it that none of all the pious ever discovered psycho-analysis? Why did it have to wait for a completely godless Jew?
