What her head would look like on a stick!

My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape.

And I really can’t stress blonde enough. Blonde.

No, Luis, it's not me. You're mistaken.

Stop sounding so fucking sad. Jesus!

My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape.

Try getting a reservation at Dorsia now, you fucking stupid bastard!

The whole album has a clear, crisp sound, and a new sheen of consummate professionalism that really gives the songs a big boost.

Is that all you ever have to contribute, Van Patten? "What about fucking dinner?"

Hello. Pat Bateman.

I don't think I can control myself.

I guess I was probably returning video tapes.

Calm down. Let’s do it anyway.

Oh, God. What did you say, you dumb bitch?

That's not Paul Allen. Paul Allen's on the other side of the room. Over there.

Just . . . say . . . no.

You spin a dreidel, McDermott, not a menorah. You spin a dreidel.

Duct tape. I need it for, uh, taping something.

I can't believe that Bryce prefers Van Patten's card to mine.

Stop sounding so fucking sad. Jesus!