A closet homosexual who did a lot of cocaine

Patrick Bateman: He was into that whole Yale thing.

J. Morales: Yale thing?

Patrick Bateman: Yeah, Yale thing.

J. Morales: What whole Yale thing?

Patrick Bateman: Well, for one thing, I think he was probably a closet homosexual who did a lot of cocaine. That whole Yale thing.


David Van Patten: They don’t have a good bathroom to do coke in.

Craig McDermott: Are you sure that’s Paul Allen over there?

J. Morales: Yes. McDufus, I am.

Craig McDermott: He’s handling the Fisher account.

J. Morales: Lucky bastard.

Craig McDermott: Lucky Jew bastard.

Patrick Bateman: Jesus, McDermott, what does that have to do with anything?

Craig McDermott: I’ve seen that bastard sitting in his office, talking on the phone to the CEOs, spinning a fucking menorah.

Patrick Bateman: Not a menorah. You spin a dreidel.

Craig McDermott: Oh, my God. Bateman, do you want me to fry you up some fucking potato pancakes? Some latkes?

Patrick Bateman: No. Just cool it with the anti-Semitic remarks.

Craig McDermott: Oh, I forgot. Bateman’s dating someone from the ACLU.

J. Morales: The voice of reason… the boy next door.

[looks at restaurant bill]

J. Morales: Speaking of reasonable, only $570…


Envy, an opportunity

Narrator: This is Dylan Tate. Dylan was an antisocial socialist, a closet conversationalist, a clinical neurotic. Possessing an inimitable talent for the arts, Dylan had been afforded the opportunity to travel the world and live a comfortable lifestyle at his own expense something Conrad knew nothing about. Dylan Tate was the only personage of all Conrad’s acquaintances whom he admired and, to a bigger extent than he liked to admit to himself, envied.

Quote from the film The Longest Week