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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. |
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