The Best Stephen Bogaert Quotes

Alvin: Are you still my little girl, Bevvie? Are you still my little girl?
Beverly: Not anymore!
[Kicks door shut, crushing its fingers]

- The hell's going on with you?
- I'm just sick and tired of you not listening!
Carl: Well, I'm sick and tired of having to fight for your goddamn attention.
- Are you my wife or not?
Carl: What in the hell was that?

Carl: I don't know.
- Depends how hard they make me work to provide you with this wonderful life.
- Fine. Just be quiet when you get back in.
- Don't want you to wake the boy.
- See you in the morning.
- Night, Vanya.
- Night, Carl.
Carl: Night, Harlan.

Harold: [to his party] Face it. The Japanese will own most of this country by the end of the 90's.
Patrick: [walks over, laughing, patting him on the back] Shut up, Carnes. They will not.
[Carnes halfheartedly greets him with a small nod and looks away, putting a cigarette in his mouth]
Patrick: So, Harold, did you get my message?
Harold: [looks back at him with sudden interest, takes cigarette out of his mouth and shakes Bateman's hand, smiling] Jesus, yes! That was hilarious! That was you, wasn't it?
Patrick: Yeah, naturally.
Harold: Bateman killing Allen and the escort girls. That's fabulous. That's rich.
Patrick: What exactly do you mean?
Harold: The message you left. By the way, Davis, how's Cynthia? You're still seeing her, right?
Patrick: W-w-wait, Harold. What do you mean?
Harold: Excuse me. Nothing. It's good to see you.
[looks to the other side of the room]
Harold: Is that Edward Towers?
[he tries to walk off but Bateman stops him, totally bewildered]
Patrick: Wait, um...
Harold: Davis, I'm not one to badmouth anyone. Your joke was amusing, but come on, man. You had one fatal flaw. Bateman is such a dork. Such a boring spineless lightweight.
[Bateman closes his eyes, trying to shrug it off]
Harold: Now if you said Bryce or McDermott... Otherwise, it was amusing. Now if you'll excuse me, I really must be going.
Patrick: [again he tries to walk off but Bateman halts him] Wait, um... stop.
[Carnes' smile diminishes, Bateman speaks softly]
Patrick: I did it, Carnes. I killed him. *I'm* Patrick Bateman. I chopped Allen's fucking head off.
[Carnes' amusement is gone, simply stares at Bateman]
Patrick: The whole message I left on your machine was true.
Harold: [deadpan tone] Excuse me. I really must be going now.
Patrick: [Carnes tries once again to leave but Bateman pulls him back] No, listen! Don't you know who I am? I'm not Davis. I'm Patrick Bateman.
[Carnes continues to stare, saying nothing]
Patrick: We talked on the phone all the time. Don't you recognize me? You're my lawyer.
[leans in closer]
Patrick: Now, Carnes, listen. Listen very, very carefully... I killed Paul Allen, and I liked it.
[Carnes looks disbelievingly at him]
Patrick: I can't make myself any clearer.
Harold: But that's simply not possible. And I don't find this funny anymore.
Patrick: It never was supposed to be. Why isn't it possible?
Harold: It's just not.
Patrick: Why not, you stupid bastard?
Harold: Because I had dinner with Paul Allen twice in London, just 10 days ago.
Patrick: No, you...
[suddenly dumbfounded]
Patrick: ... didn't.
Harold: Now if you'll excuse me.
[Carnes finally walks away, leaving the puzzled and horrified Bateman all alone]

Luther: Come on, buddy, let's go.
Carl: Get your hands off me.
- Get him out of here, now.
- Get off me. Get off me!
- Get your big arms off me.
- Dad should've left him on the moon.