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Come on, you're prettier than that.
Thanks, Patrick.
What is it?
Patrick?
Yees, Jean?
Patrick, a Mr. Donald KIMBALL is here to see you.
Who?
Detective Donald KIMBALL?
Tell him I'm at lunch.
Patrick, I think he knows you're here. It's only tenthirty.
Patrick?
Can you bring Mr...
Yes, Patrick?
Bring us an ashtray for Mr. KIMBALL, please. She whisks in with a crystal ashtray as they sit in silence.
Jean?
Yes, Patrick?
Would you like to accompany me to dinner?
That is...if you're not doing anything.
Oh no. I have no plans.
Well, isn't this a coincidence.
Anywhere you want?
Let's not think about what I want. How about anywhere you want.
Oh Patrick, I can't make this decision.
No, come on. Anywhere you want.
Oh, I can't. I don't know.
Come on. Where do you want to go? Anywhere you want. Just say it. I can get us in anywhere.
Soooo...Dorsia is where Jean wants to go...
Oh, I don't know. No, we'll go anywhere you want.
Dorsia is...fine.
Yes? You're dressed...okay.
You didn't give them a name.
They know me.
Jean? Sorbet?
Thanks, Patrick. I'd love some.
Want a bite?
I'm on a diet. But thank you.
You don't need to lose any weight. You're kidding, right? You look great. Very fit.
You can always he thinner. Look...better.
Well, maybe we shouldn't go out to dinner. I don't want to ruin your willpower.
No. It's all right. I'm not very good at controlling it anyway.
And don't tell me you enjoy working with children, okay?
Well, I'd like to travel. And maybe go back to school, but I really don't know...I'm at a point in my life where there seems lo be a lot of possibilities, but I'm so... I don't know...unsure.
Do you have a boyfriend?
No, not really.
Interesting.
Are you seeing anyone? I mean, seriously?
Maybe. I don't know Not really. Bateman opens up a cupboard where there are a lot of very Bateman opens a cupboard where there are a lot of neatly ordered weapons an ax, a rifle, a chain saw, duct tape, twine and a nail gun.
Jean, do you feel...fulfilled? I mean, in your life?
Well, I guess I do. For a long time I was too focused on my work, I think, but now I've really begun to think about changing myself, you know, developing, and...growing.
Growing. I'm glad you said that.
Did you know that Ted Bundy's first dog, a collie, was named Lassie? Had you heard this?
Who's Ted Bundy?
Forget it.
What's that?
Oh. Uh, tape. Duct tape. I...need it for... taping something. Bateman goes back to the cupboard for the nail gun.
Patrick, have you ever wanted to make someone happy?
What...No! Put it in the carton.
Sorry.
Jean? What?
Make someone happyhave you ever wanted to?
I'm looking for...I guess you could say I just want to have a meaningful relationship with someone special.
Hmmmm.
Yes. I don t think I can...control myself.
I know I should go. I know I have a tendency to get involved with unavailable men, and...I mean, do you want me to go?
If you stay, I think something bad will happen. I think I might hurt you. You don't want to get hurt, do you?
No. No, I guess not. I don't want to get bruised. You're right, I should go.
And don't forget you have a breakfast meeting with Frederick Bennet and Charles Rust at '21.
Thanks. It slipped my mind completely.
Patrick Bateman's office.
Jean? Hello? Jean?
Patrick? Is that you?
Hello? Jean, I need help!
Where are you?
JeanI'm not
Craig McDermott called. He wants to meet you and David Van Patten and Tim Price at Harry's for drinks.
Oh God, what did you say, you dumb bitch?
Patrick? I can't hear you.
What are I doing?
Where are you? Patrick, what's wrong?
I don't think I'm gonna make it, Jean.
...to the office this afternoon.
Why?
Just...say...no!
What is it, Patrick? Are you alright?
Stop sounding so Fucking sad! Jesus!
Dorsia.
Umm...yes...I know it's a little late but is it possible to reserve a table for two at eight or eightthirty perhaps?
Marcus Halberstam. For two at eight?
Your friend has already been seated. Follow me, Mr. Halberstam.
Dorsia, yes?
Yes, can you take two tonight, oh, let's say at nine o'clock?
We are totally booked.
Oh really? That's great.
I said we are totally booked.
Two at nine? Perfect.
There are no tables available tonight. The waiting list is also totally booked.
See you then.
Van Patten looks puffy. Has he stopped working out?
It looks that way, doesn't it?
That's Paul Owen.

Come on, you're prettier than that.

Thanks, Patrick.

What is it?

Patrick?

Yees, Jean?

Patrick, a Mr. Donald KIMBALL is here to see you.

Who?

Detective Donald KIMBALL?

Tell him I'm at lunch.

Patrick, I think he knows you're here. It's only tenthirty.

Patrick?

Can you bring Mr...

Yes, Patrick?

Bring us an ashtray for Mr. KIMBALL, please. She whisks in with a crystal ashtray as they sit in silence.

Jean?

Yes, Patrick?

Would you like to accompany me to dinner?

That is...if you're not doing anything.

Oh no. I have no plans.

Well, isn't this a coincidence.

Anywhere you want?

Let's not think about what I want. How about anywhere you want.

Oh Patrick, I can't make this decision.

No, come on. Anywhere you want.

Oh, I can't. I don't know.

Come on. Where do you want to go? Anywhere you want. Just say it. I can get us in anywhere.

Soooo...Dorsia is where Jean wants to go...

Oh, I don't know. No, we'll go anywhere you want.

Dorsia is...fine.

Yes? You're dressed...okay.

You didn't give them a name.

They know me.

Jean? Sorbet?

Thanks, Patrick. I'd love some.

Want a bite?

I'm on a diet. But thank you.

You don't need to lose any weight. You're kidding, right? You look great. Very fit.

You can always he thinner. Look...better.

Well, maybe we shouldn't go out to dinner. I don't want to ruin your willpower.

No. It's all right. I'm not very good at controlling it anyway.

And don't tell me you enjoy working with children, okay?

Well, I'd like to travel. And maybe go back to school, but I really don't know...I'm at a point in my life where there seems lo be a lot of possibilities, but I'm so... I don't know...unsure.

Do you have a boyfriend?

No, not really.

Interesting.

Are you seeing anyone? I mean, seriously?

Maybe. I don't know Not really. Bateman opens up a cupboard where there are a lot of very Bateman opens a cupboard where there are a lot of neatly ordered weapons an ax, a rifle, a chain saw, duct tape, twine and a nail gun.

Jean, do you feel...fulfilled? I mean, in your life?

Well, I guess I do. For a long time I was too focused on my work, I think, but now I've really begun to think about changing myself, you know, developing, and...growing.

Growing. I'm glad you said that.

Did you know that Ted Bundy's first dog, a collie, was named Lassie? Had you heard this?

Who's Ted Bundy?

Forget it.

What's that?

Oh. Uh, tape. Duct tape. I...need it for... taping something. Bateman goes back to the cupboard for the nail gun.

Patrick, have you ever wanted to make someone happy?

What...No! Put it in the carton.

Sorry.

Jean? What?

Make someone happyhave you ever wanted to?

I'm looking for...I guess you could say I just want to have a meaningful relationship with someone special.

Hmmmm.

Yes. I don t think I can...control myself.

I know I should go. I know I have a tendency to get involved with unavailable men, and...I mean, do you want me to go?

If you stay, I think something bad will happen. I think I might hurt you. You don't want to get hurt, do you?

No. No, I guess not. I don't want to get bruised. You're right, I should go.

And don't forget you have a breakfast meeting with Frederick Bennet and Charles Rust at '21.

Thanks. It slipped my mind completely.

Patrick Bateman's office.

Jean? Hello? Jean?

Patrick? Is that you?

Hello? Jean, I need help!

Where are you?

JeanI'm not

Craig McDermott called. He wants to meet you and David Van Patten and Tim Price at Harry's for drinks.

Oh God, what did you say, you dumb bitch?

Patrick? I can't hear you.

What are I doing?

Where are you? Patrick, what's wrong?

I don't think I'm gonna make it, Jean.

...to the office this afternoon.

Why?

Just...say...no!

What is it, Patrick? Are you alright?

Stop sounding so Fucking sad! Jesus!

Dorsia.

Umm...yes...I know it's a little late but is it possible to reserve a table for two at eight or eightthirty perhaps?

Marcus Halberstam. For two at eight?

Your friend has already been seated. Follow me, Mr. Halberstam.

Dorsia, yes?

Yes, can you take two tonight, oh, let's say at nine o'clock?

We are totally booked.

Oh really? That's great.

I said we are totally booked.

Two at nine? Perfect.

There are no tables available tonight. The waiting list is also totally booked.

See you then.

Van Patten looks puffy. Has he stopped working out?

It looks that way, doesn't it?

That's Paul Owen.