Just fucking call them. Give me the phone. I'll do it.
I'll call you back.
Face it. The Japanese will own most of this country by the end of the '90s.
Shut up, Carnes. They will not.
So, uh, Harold, did you get my message ?
Jesus, yes. That was hilarious. That was you, wasn't it ?
Yeah, naturally.
Bateman killing Allen and the escort girls. That's fabulous. That's rich.
What exactly do you mean?
The message you left. By the way, Davis, how's Cynthia ? You're still seeing her, right ?
W-Wait, Harold. What do you mean ?
Excuse me. Nothing. It's good to see you. Is that Edward Towers ?
Carnes, wait. Uh...
Davis, I'm not one to bad-mouth anyone. Your joke was amusing. But come on, man. You had one fatal flaw: Bateman is such a dork. Such a boring, spineless lightweight. Now, if you said Bryce or Mc Dermott. Otherwise, it was amusing. Now, if you'll excuse me, I really must be going.
Wait. Uh-- Stop. I did it, Carnes. I killed him. I'm Patrick Bateman. I chopped Allen's fucking head off. The whole message I left on your machine was true.
Excuse me. I really must be going now.
No. No, listen. Don't you know who I am ? I'm not Davis. I'm Patrick Bateman. We talk on the phone all the time. Don't you recognize me ? You're my lawyer. Now, Carnes, listen. Listen very, very carefully. I killed Paul Allen, and I liked it. I can't make myself any clearer.
But that's simply not possible. And I don't find this funny anymore.
It never was supposed to be. Why isn't it possible ?
It's just not.
Why not, you stupid bastard ?
Because I had dinner with Paul Allen twice in London, just ten days ago.
No, you... didn't.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
