The soundtrack for the film was scored by John Cale, with artists such as David Bowie, The Cure, and New Order. The Huey Lewis and the News song "Hip to Be Square" appears in the film and was initially intended to be on the soundtrack album, but was removed from the album due to lack of publishing rights.

The morality versus the insanity; Dexter versus Bateman. Protection versus affliction.

Love and relationships and humanity and feelings.

Maria LaGuerta: So then he must have already had the head with him in the front seat. Huh, that's weird. Why would he keep it there?

Dexter: I don't know. So he could use a carpool lane?

Dexter: I can kill a man, dismember his body, and be home in time for Letterman. But knowing what to say when my girlfriend's feeling insecure … I'm totally lost.

Dexter: [voiceover] There's something strange and disarming about looking at a homicide scene in the daylight of Miami. It makes the most grotesque killings look staged, like you're in a new and daring section of Disney World: Dahmerland!

Dexter: [voiceover] Harry was a great cop here in Miami. He taught me how to think like one; he taught me how to cover my tracks. I'm a very neat monster.

Dexter: [voiceover] Tonight's the night. And it's going to happen again and again. It has to happen.

[to two prostitutes] Do you like Phil Collins? I've been a big Genesis fan ever since the release of their 1980 album, Duke. Before that, I really didn't understand any of their work. Too artsy, too intellectual. It was on Duke where, uh, Phil Collins' presence became more apparent. I think Invisible Touch was the group's undisputed masterpiece. It's an epic meditation on intangibility. At the same time, it deepens and enriches the meaning of the preceding three albums. Christy, take off your robe. Listen to the brilliant ensemble playing of Banks, Collins and Rutherford. You can practically hear every nuance of every instrument. Sabrina, remove your dress. In terms of lyrical craftsmanship, the sheer songwriting, this album hits a new peak of professionalism. Sabrina, why don't you, uh, dance a little. Take the lyrics to "Land of Confusion". In this song, Phil Collins addresses the problems of abusive political authority. "In Too Deep" is the most moving pop song of the 1980s, about monogamy and commitment. The song is extremely uplifting. Their lyrics are as positive and affirmative as, uh, anything I've heard in rock. Christy, get down on your knees so Sabrina can see your asshole. Phil Collins' solo career seems to be more commercial and therefore more satisfying, in a narrower way. Especially songs like "In the Air Tonight" and, uh, "Against All Odds". Sabrina, don't just stare at it, eat it. But I also think Phil Collins works best within the confines of the group, than as a solo artist, and I stress the word artist. This is "Sussudio", a great, great song, a personal favorite.

Everything failed to subdue me. Soon everything seemed dull: another sunrise, the lives of heroes, falling in love, war, the discoveries people made about each other. The only thing that didn't bore me, obviously enough, was how much money Tim Price made, and yet in its obviousness it did. There wasn't a clear, identifiable emotion within me, except for greed and, possibly, total disgust. I had all the characteristics of a human being — flesh, blood, skin, hair — but my depersonalization was so intense, had gone so deep, that the normal ability to feel compassion had been eradicated, the victim of a slow, purposeful erasure. I was simply imitating reality, a rough resemblance of a human being, with only a dim corner of my mind functioning. Something horrible was happening and yet I couldn't figure out why; I couldn't put my finger on it.

There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it, I have now surpassed. 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, but even after admitting this there is no catharsis, my punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself; no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing.

Bateman: You like Huey Lewis and the News?

Paul Allen: They're OK.

Bateman: Their early work was a little too new wave for my tastes, but when Sports came out in '83, I think they really came into their own, commercially and artistically. The whole album has a clear, crisp sound, and a new sheen of consummate professionalism that really gives the songs a big boost. He's been compared to Elvis Costello, but I think Huey has a far more bitter, cynical sense of humour.

Paul Allen: Hey Halberstram.

Bateman: Yes, Allen?

Paul Allen: Why are there copies of the Style section all over the place, d-do you have a dog? A little chow or something?

Bateman: No, Allen.

Paul Allen: Is that a rain coat?

Bateman: Yes it is! In '87, Huey released this, Fore!, their most accomplished album. I think their undisputed masterpiece is "Hip to be Square", a song so catchy, most people probably don't listen to the lyrics. [rapidly, as if agitated] But they should, because it's not just about the pleasures of conformity, and the importance of trends, it's also a personal statement about the band itself. [raises axe above head] Hey Paul!

[he bashes Allen in the head with the axe, and blood splatters over him]

Bateman: TRY GETTING A RESERVATION AT DORSIA NOW YOU FUCKING STUPID BASTARD! YOU FUCKING BASTARD!

Bateman: I don't think we should see each other any more.

Evelyn: Why? What's wrong?

Bateman: My need to engage in homicidal behavior on a massive scale cannot be corrected, but, ah, I have no other way to fulfill my needs.

Evelyn: What about the past?

Bateman: We never really shared one.

Evelyn: You're inhuman.

Bateman: No...I'm in touch with humanity.

Bateman: Do you know what Ed Gein said about women?

Van Patten: Ed Gein? Maitre d' at Canal Bar?

Bateman: No, serial killer, Wisconsin in the fifties.

McDermott: So what did Ed say?

Bateman: When I see a pretty girl walking down the street I think two things. One part of me wants to take her out and talk to her and be real nice and sweet and treat her right.

McDermott: And what did the other part think?

Bateman: What her head would look like on a stick. [chuckles]

I HAVE SO MUCH WORK TO DO AND IT PAINS ME.

It's not the actual work that pains me, it's my blog template.

"No-one truly ever knows a person fully; as they can't experience life through any senses other than their own. But we've reached out to a general understanding of each other that transcends distance. And I think it's beautiful that we live in a society where that is possible."

• Violence
• Fear
• Materialism
• Chainsaw
• Bare Breasts
• Brassiere
• Dog
• Janitor
• Exploding Car
• Alienation
• Fire
• Sketch
• Nuclear Arms Race
• Gay Slur
• Christmas
• Premarital Sex
• Ruthlessness
• Xanax
• Decolletage
• Male Female Relationship
• Clothes Hanger
• Dead Body
• Wall Street Manhattan New York City
• Dancing
• Explosion
• Coaster
• Erotica
• Waiter
• Urination
• Split Personality
• Topless Female Nudity
• Serial Killer
• Cat
• Ménage À Trois
• Tuxedo
• Job
• Camera
• Restaurant
• Tanning Bed
• Aclu
• Surgery
• Wealth
• Barefoot
• Cranberry Juice
• Face Mask
• Voice Imitation
• Photograph
• Brooklyn New York City
• Telescope
• Exercise
• Broken Engagement
• Security Guard
• Kiss
• Refrigerator
• Satire
• Manhattan New York City
• Drug Use
• Sexual Perversion
• Bath
• Whore
• Lingerie
• Stabbing
• Nail Gun
• Babydoll
• Cocaine
• Territory Name In Title
• Abuse
• Laundry
• Fiancée
• Bare Chested Male
• Head In Refrigerator
• Shot In The Shoulder
• Lock Of Hair
• Confession
• Car Accident
• Martini
• Secretary
• Lesbian Kiss
• Lifting Person In Air
• Sense Of Smell
• Kissing
• Skyscraper
• Male Rear Nudity
• Blood Spatter
• Lesbian Sex
• Hooker
• River Cafe Brooklyn New York City
• Shot In The Forehead
• Realtor
• Cousin Cousin Relationship
• World Trade Center Manhattan New York City
• Couture
• Killing Spree
• Knife
• Vagina
• Skin Care
• Jealousy
• Video Tape
• Nihilism
• Police Officer
• Underwear
• Walkman
• Orgasm
• Jew
• Business Card
• Overcoat
• Police Car
• Fur Coat
• Strangulation
• Threesome
• Villain Played By Lead Actor
• Blood
• Steroid
• Insanity
• Greed
• Stain
• Reference To Ted Bundy
• Axe
• Female Frontal Nudity
• Credit Card
• Crime Spree
• Sunglasses
• Harvard University
• Masseuse
• Fashion
• Cheating On Boyfriend
• Sound System
• Model
• Female Nudity
• Chase
• Psycho Thriller
• Frenzy
• Video Camera
• Serial Murder
• Gossip
• Cheating On Girlfriend
• Manicure
• Nervous Breakdown
• Psychopath
• Raincoat
• Shootout
• White Collar
• Porno Video
• Cigarette Smoking
• Gun
• Unreliable Narrator
• Date
• Dissection
• Stabbed To Death
• Wedding
• Reference Ro Huey Lewis
• Reference To Ronald Reagan
• Chinese Laundry
• Male Underwear
• Prostitute
• Reference To Ed Gein
• Sexual Intercourse
• Odor
• Gay
• Divorce
• Men's Cosmetics
• Fire Fight
• British Actor Playing American Character
• Woman Hater
• Lithium
• Drink
• Shower
• Pig
• 1980s
• Execution
• Police Officer Killed
• New York City
• Shot In The Chest
• Mistletoe
• Reference To Whitney Houston
• Investment Banker
• Break Up
• Zionism
• Buttocks
• Pornographic Video
• Detective
• Apartheid
• Rear Entry Sex
• Child Of Divorce
• Reference To Phil Collins
• Virus
• Slip
• Psychotic
• Bathtub
• Bedsheet
• Mistaken Identity
• Urinal
• Food
• Sushi
• Christmas Party
• Bloodlust
• Boyfriend Girlfriend Relationship
• Severed Head
• .45 Automatic
• Homelessness
• Cranapple Juice
• Dog Killed
• Easter
• Drinking
• Fitness
• Dance Club
• Drugged Drink
• Taxi
• Police Chase
• Wine
• Hedonism
• Briefcase
• Yale University
• Merger
• Nudity
• Watermark
• Stairwell
• Homosexual
• Dry Cleaning
• Grinch
• Lesbian
• Impersonation
• Nightclub
• Axe Murder
• Three Way Sex
• Drawing
• Police
• Pearl Necklace
• Murder
• Massage
• Black Nylon Stockings
• Restroom
• Orso's Restaurant Manhattan New York City
• Male Nudity
• Cityscape
• Automated Teller Machine
• Gore
• Reservation
• Men's Bathroom
• Bar
• Couch
• Nipples
• Hysteria
• Mysogynist
• Eyeglasses
• Tie
• Black Humor
• Closeted Homosexual
• Overhead Shot
• Hobo
• Suspenders
• Bottled Water
• Thong
• Missing Person
• World Hunger
• Voice Over Narration
• Reference To Ivana Trump
• Dark Humor
• Private Detective
• Kentucky Derby
• Fellatio
• Crack Up
• Identity Crisis
• Policeman
• Murder Of Dog
• Bathrobe
• Yuppie
• Shot To Death
• Business Acquisition
• Bed
• Bum
• Drunkenness
• Lawyer
• Cult Favorite
• Cannibalism
• Harvard Business School
• Axe In The Head
• Limousine
• Sri Lanka
• Corpse
• F Word
• Pay Phone
• Cigar Smoking

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

Keep us from temptation.

Patrick Bateman: Ask me a question.

Club Patron: So, what do you do?

Patrick Bateman: I'm into, uh, well, murders and executions, mostly.

Club Patron: Do you like it?

Patrick Bateman: Well, it depends. Why?

Club Patron: Well, most guys I know who are in Mergers and Acquisitions really don't like it.