[EVELYN, spoken]
Patrick, can you please do something?
Your friends are ruining everything!

[PATRICK BATEMAN, spoken]
Seriously Paul, Jean, there are more important things to worry about than, excuse me
Sri Lanka or the death of downtown

[PATRICK]
Apartheid for one
Is simply not done
And we need to slow down the arms race
Terrorism is fine
It keeps the commies in line
And ending world hunger will save face

[COURTNEY, spoken]
Why exactly is there an ice cube in my soy sauce?

[EVELYN, spoken]
To chill it, Courtney

[PATRICK]
The Middle East is a beast, a big drag at least
It sure needs some kind of segue
But the last thing we need in the land overseas
Are displays of American meddling
[COMPANY]
Oh Sri Lanka, your love I cannot find
You are so distant, you are not one of mine

[PATRICK]
We need to ensure America's pure
And takes care of the domestic
Old men and old ladies and babies with rabies
The places where AIDS has infested

Let's take some axes to federal taxes
Let's throw away our inhibitions
Let's open the doors for Standards & Poor's
And mergers and acquisitions

I hope you die, yuppie scum
I can't believe that we came from
All the same material
The same dead end, the same home

[COMPANY, overlapping with PATRICK]
Oh Sri Lanka, your love I cannot find
You are so distant (Let's take some axes to federal taxes)
You are not one of mine (Let's throw away our inhibitions)
Oh Sri Lanka (Let's open the doors for Standards & Poor's)
We do not understand (And mergers and acquisitions)
You are so distant, you are a foreign land (Oh, Sri Lanka! Oh Sri Lanka! Your love I cannot find)
[ALL]
Oh, Sri Lanka