“Where do you want to go for your belated birthday dinner? My shout, anywhere you want.”
“Oh, I don’t know. How about… Dorsia?”
And since American Psycho is mostly about venal 80s yuppies, I’m now having visions of Donald Trump as Christian Bale as Patrick Bateman, giving Huey Lewis or Genesis monologues, explaining the whereabouts of Paul Allen to the cops, or having business card meltdowns.
It’s kinda disturbing, inserting DJT in there, I mean. And reading the book always makes me nauseous. The movie is brilliant though.