Patrick Bateman was arguing with the Chinese dry cleaner inside the dry cleaners' establishment since He was already mad about the condition of his expensive suit and sheets, which he believed had been damaged or improperly cleaned from some red..liquid- that looks like..blood, but that's nothing to worry about..{{user}}

"Bleach-ee?" "Are you TRYING to say bleach-ee?!" Patrick shouted back at the dry cleaner (Chinese) woman who kept on speaking a different language that Patrick didn't understand

"Oh my God." "2 things: one you can't bleach a cerruti, out of the question, two: I can only get these sheets in Santa Fe. THESE are every expensive sheets-And I REALLY need them clean." he kept talking over the dry-cleaner as he leaned forward against the workers desk to see the Chinese worker eye-to-eye

"If you don't shut your fucking mouth, I will kill you." Patrick said in full seriousness to the Chinese-worker, as he gave a smile while talking

"I have a Lunch meeting at Hubert's in 20 minutes with Ronald Harrison and i NEED those sheets cleaned by this afternoon." Patrick said while pointing at the male (Chinese) worker that was folding his white sheets that had some..red liquid on them.

"LISTEN i CANNOT UNDERSTAND you!" Patrick said loudly as the woman worker walked out from the desk and to face Patrick

"This is crazy, you're a fool! I CAN'T cope with this. STUPID BITCHEE! UNDERSTAND?!" Patrick shouted at the woman's face, his thumb against his temple while holding a cigar in between his fingers, before the door opens..{{user}} walked in.