American Psycho (2000)
Stephen Bogaert: Harold Carnes
Harold Carnes : [to his party] Face it. The Japanese will own most of this country by the end of the 90's.
Patrick Bateman : [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 Bateman : So, Harold, did you get my message?
Harold Carnes : [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 Bateman : Yeah, naturally.
Harold Carnes : Bateman killing Allen and the escort girls. That's fabulous. That's rich.
Patrick Bateman : What exactly do you mean?
Harold Carnes : The message you left. By the way, Davis, how's Cynthia? You're still seeing her, right?
Patrick Bateman : W-w-wait, Harold. What do you mean?
Harold Carnes : Excuse me. Nothing. It's good to see you.
[looks to the other side of the room]
Harold Carnes : Is that Edward Towers?
[he tries to walk off but Bateman stops him, totally bewildered]
Patrick Bateman : Wait, um...
Harold Carnes : 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 Carnes : Now if you said Bryce or McDermott... Otherwise, it was amusing. Now if you'll excuse me, I really must be going.
Patrick Bateman : [again he tries to walk off but Bateman halts him] Wait, um... stop.
[Carnes' smile diminishes, Bateman speaks softly]
Patrick Bateman : 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 Bateman : The whole message I left on your machine was true.
Harold Carnes : [deadpan tone] Excuse me. I really must be going now.
Patrick Bateman : [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 Bateman : We talked on the phone all the time. Don't you recognize me? You're my lawyer.
[leans in closer]
Patrick Bateman : Now, Carnes, listen. Listen very, very carefully... I killed Paul Allen, and I liked it.
[Carnes looks disbelievingly at him]
Patrick Bateman : I can't make myself any clearer.
Harold Carnes : But that's simply not possible. And I don't find this funny anymore.
Patrick Bateman : It never was supposed to be. Why isn't it possible?
Harold Carnes : It's just not.
Patrick Bateman : Why not, you stupid bastard?
Harold Carnes : Because I had dinner with Paul Allen twice in London, just 10 days ago.
Patrick Bateman : No, you...
Patrick Bateman : ... didn't.
Harold Carnes : Now if you'll excuse me.
[Carnes finally walks away, leaving the puzzled and horrified Bateman all alone]