Mugz
Bluelighter
I'm reading the American Psycho script at the moment and although the whole thing is almost flawless dialogue, I just got to this part and it made me laugh.
Price and Bateman finally get a stall and rush in. Price is
sweating.
PRICE
I'm shaking. You open it.
Bateman opens a tiny packet of coke.
PRICE
Jeez. That's not a helluva lot, is it?
BATEMAN
Maybe it's just the light.
PRICE
Is he fucking selling it by the milligram? (He dips
the corner of his Amex card in the packet and takes a snort)
Oh my God...
BATEMAN
What?
PRICE
It's a fucking milligram of Sweet'n Low!
Bateman dips his Amex in the envelope and snorts.
BATEMAN
It's definitely weak but I have a feeling if we do
enough of it we'll be okay.
PRICE
I want to get high off this; Bateman, not sprinkle it
on my fucking All-Bran.
The GUY IN STALL next door yells at them in an effeminate
voice:
GUY IN STALL
Could you keep it down, I'm trying to do drugs!
Price pounds his fist against the stall.
PRICE
(screaming)
SHUT UP!
BATEMAN
Calm down. Let's do it anyway
PRICE
I guess you're right...
(Raising his voice)
THAT IS, IF THE FAGGOT IN THE NEXT STALL THINKS IT'S OKAY!
GUY IN STALL
Fuck you!
PRICE
(Trying to climb up against the aluminum divider)
No, FUCK YOU!!
(He collapses, panting against the stall door)
Sorry, dude. Steroids...Okay, let's do it.
BATEMAN
That's the spirit.
They both dig their platinum Amex cards into the envelope
of white powder, shoveling it up their noses, then sticking
their fingers in to catch the residue and rubbing it into
their gums.