Traveling amongst narcissistic, misogynistic, barely discernable corporate clones, Patrick spends his workdays obsessing over tasteful business cards, designer suits, and prime reservations at trendy restaurants. After hours, he dismembers prostitutes, models, transients, and literally gives a co-worker the axe in a series of increasingly surreal episodes, all prefaced by demented lectures on the virtues of Phil Collins, Whitney Houston, and Huey Lewis...

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I don't want to get you drunk, but, ah, that's a very fine Chardonnay you're not drinking.

I'm trying to listen to the new Robert Palmer tape, but Evelyn, my supposed fiancée, keeps buzzing in my ear.

I like to dissect girls. Did you know I'm utterly insane?

I have to return some videotapes.

I know that your friends are my friends and, uh... I thought about that. You can have'em.

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

I'm into... well murders and executions mostly.

Stop sounding so fucking... sad. Jesus.

Don't touch the watch.

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