Let's be "American Psycho" (2002)

I'm the sequel in the form of Governor of California Gavin Newsom.

I'm Huey Lewis and the News' Hip to Be Square. I appear on some of the soundtrack CDs but then suddenly vanish from subsequently pressed copies. Most likely due to licensing issues or the band not wanting their track on the CD.

I’m Paul Owen who for some unexplainable reason was renamed Paul Allen for the film.

I'm business cards and calling cards. I'm deservedly fetishized. The person mentioning me now in 2020 on DL remembers me well and misses me.

I’m bone.

All this fuss over business cards and they’re not even engraved.

I'm the shame of being seen in a formerly hot restaurant.

I'm Christian Bale's hot ass during the shower scene.

I’m the honey almond body scrub Bateman applies in the shower during his fabled morning routine.

I'm all the women on set who watched Bale wash himself during the filming.

I’m the Perry Ellis briefs covering Batemans ass - how many times did I jerk off to you!!

I'm 2000, the year the film was actually released.

I’m American Psycho 2, the embarrassing sequel-in-name-only whose release year was confused with the original’s by OP.

I'm Elizabeth.

You look really familiar. Did you go to Dalton? Where do you summer? If I don't see you at Canal Bar tomorrow night I'm gonna sic my hairdresser on you!

This tastes weird. I would take a Halcyon. You actually own a Whitney Houston CD?

I am Sussudio

I'm Victoria.

Isn't it ridiculous, coming all the way up here? They really are the best.

I'm going to talk to these people about getting the Cranapple juice stains out of Patrick's Cerutti sheets because he has a lunch appointment at Hubert's in 15 minutes with Ronald Harrison. We're possibly going to do lunch next week!

I'm the sorbet Chloe Sevigny ate one bite of before she almost put the spoon back on the glass table instead of the carton while narrowly escaping a nail gun to the skull.

I'm squid ravioli in a lemon grass broth.

I'm Elizabeth's goth cousin Vanden and her boyfriend Stash at the table at Espace conversing about Soho becoming too commercial. Hey, that affects us!

I'm the tears Patrick is on the verge of by the time he arrives at Espace, since he's positive they won't have a decent table. But they do.

[quote]I'm videos that need returned.

I'm Pittsburgh, where OP's grammar appears to hail from.

I am the Englishman playing an American psycho

R21 = Luis Carruthers

Ahem R22 Welshman.

R24 Parents = English

I'm future Oscar winner Reese Witherspoon. People forget I was even in this movie.

I'm Annie LeiboVitz

I'm the move Christian Bale makes while fucking a girl where he flexes his bicep and then points at his beautiful physique in the mirror right after.

Sexually confused men who identify as straight love me, and try to replicate me all the time.

I'm Ed Gein. Not the maitre d' at Canal Bar, a serial killer in Wisconsin in the 50's.

I’m the musical of American Psycho that was often inspired but was mostly awful.

I'm the World Trade Center.

I’m the very fine Chardonnay the whore isn’t drinking.

I’m the chainsaw and the spiral staircase.

I'm exhaling while doing a thousand rapid crunches next to a TV set playing the end of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre at full-volume.

I’m Elizabeth’s ugly but very 80s fur coat

I’m all in Patrick’s head.

I'm Jean's skirt suit. It's doubtful I'm actually a Matsuda.

Am I the only one who actually thought Patrick Bateman's apt was nicer than Paul Allen's?

I am the very lucky mirror he looks into.

R8 I still jack off to that scene from time to time. Seeing his soapy ass is what confirmed my gayness as a teenager.

I'm Jared Leto. I get killed, maimed, or suffer a terrible fate in most of the films I'm in.

I'm the ad in the Times. There was no ad in the Times.