INT. TRUMP TOWER – PRIVATE DINING ROOM – NIGHT
An opulent spread. Polished marble. Gold trim. The two men sit across from each other in high-backed chairs. A silver platter of glossy, monogrammed chocolate truffles rests between them.
PATRICK BATEMAN (savoring a bite):
Donald… I have to say this, and I don’t say it lightly.
Your Trump Chocolate… is superior to Godiva.
It’s bold. Decadent. Masculine.
Like a limited edition Rolex dipped in cacao.
DONALD TRUMP (beaming):
I told you. It’s the best. They said I couldn’t beat Belgium—
I beat Belgium.
PATRICK BATEMAN (nodding slowly):
Godiva is… predictable. Feminine. A box your secretary gets on Valentine’s Day.
Trump Chocolate is for winners. Executives.
It tastes like hostile takeovers.
DONALD TRUMP (laughs, taps the gold foil):
It’s handcrafted by Americans. No woke recipes.
Real cream. Real sugar. Real dominance.
And the gold wrapping? Edible. Just like my legacy.
PATRICK BATEMAN (smirking):
There’s something almost erotic about it.
Like biting into capitalism itself.
Smooth… powerful… unapologetically rich.
DONALD TRUMP:
That’s exactly it. It’s not chocolate.
It’s Trump. In cocoa form.
And when people eat it? They’re tasting success.
PATRICK BATEMAN (leans in, whispers):
You’ve turned indulgence into ideology.
If Karl Marx had tasted this, he would’ve invested in a hedge fund.
DONALD TRUMP (grinning):
That’s why they hate me, Patrick.
Because even my desserts are alpha.
PATRICK BATEMAN:
Godiva is cancelled.
From now on, it’s Trump or nothing.
They toast with chocolate truffles like cigars, smiling into the mirror of mutual admiration.
FADE OUT.
Well, we have to end apartheid for one. And slow down the nuclear arms race, stop terrorism and world hunger. We have to provide food and shelter for the homeless, and oppose racial discrimination and promote civil rights, while also promoting equal rights for women. We have to encourage a return to traditional moral values. Most importantly, we have to promote general social concern and less materialism in young people.