Motti:
Don't try to frighten us with your sorcerous ways, Lord Vader. Your sad devotion to that ancient religion has not helped you conjure up the stolen data tapes, or given you clairvoyance enough to find the rebels' hidden fortress... [Vader makes a pinching motion and Motti starts choking]
Vader:
I find your lack of faith disturbingPatrick:
I don't think we should see each other. Evelyn:
But your friends are my friends and my friends are your friends. I don't think it would work. You have a little something... Patrick:
I know that your friends are my friends and, uh... I thought about that. You can have'em. Patrick:
There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there.