The Great Gatsby

Daisy Buchanan:
And when I was in the delivery room, waking up from the ether, I asked the nurse whether it was a boy or a girl. She said it was a girl - and I turned my head to the side and cried. And then I said, I hope she grows up to be a pretty little fool. That's about the best a girl can hope for these days, to be a pretty little fool.

Jay Gatsby:
I was raised in America but educated in Oxford. That's a family tradition.

Jay Gatsby:
Klipspringer has been here since a party I threw in April. I didn't even realize he was here until two weeks ago.

Daisy Buchanan:
[embracing a shirt and weeping, presumably from joy, as Gatsby gleefully throws dozens of imported golf shirts across the room] I've never seen such beautiful shirts before.

Nick Carraway:
They say you killed a man.

Jay Gatsby:
Only one?

Jordan Baker:
[about Gatsby] He's an Oxford man.

Tom Buchanan:
Like hell he is, he wears a goddamn pink suit!

Nick Carraway:
There was music from my neighbor's house through those summer nights. In his enchanted gardens, men and girls came and went like moths, among the whispering and the champagne and the stars. I believe that few people were actually invited to these parties. They just went. They got into automobiles that bore them out to Long Island, and somehow they ended up at Gatsby's door. Come for the party with a simplicity of heart that was it's own ticket of admission.

Tom Buchanan:
That dog's a b*tch!

Jay Gatsby:
Summer's almost over. It's sad, isn't it? Makes you want to - I don't know - reach out and hold it back.

Nick Carraway:
There'll be other summers.

Jay Gatsby:
[Turning to Nick] How 'bout a swim?

Nick Carraway:
Maybe later.

Jay Gatsby:
Hrmm.

Nick Carraway:
I'll give you a call - around noon?

Jay Gatsby:
Fine, old sport. I'll be at the pool. [Jay watches Nick walk away for a moment before calling out to him] Nick? Thank you.

Nick Carraway:
[Nick nods and then continues on his way. But then he suddenly turns back] They're a rotten crowd. You're worth the whole damn bunch put together. [the two smile at one another and then Nick walks away, waving a hand back over his shoulder]

Myrtle Wilson:
Daisy... [then sobbing, slowly] Daisy...

Daisy Buchanan:
Rich girls don't marry poor boys.

Daisy Buchanan:
Nick? Is it really you?

Nick Carraway:
It is.

Daisy Buchanan:
My old love! I'm paralyzed with happiness!

Jay Gatsby:
How do you do, old sport? I'm Gatsby.

Nick Carraway:
I thought of Gatsby's wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy's dock. He had come a long way to this lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it... He did not know that it was already behind him.

Daisy Buchanan:
I love the way you love me.

Daisy Buchanan:
What'll we do with ourselves all afternoon? and the day after that. and the next thirty years.