The Great Gatsby (2013)

our yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrets...to the casual...watcher in the street. And I was him too...looking up and wondering. I was within and without. Enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.

Rich girls don't marry poor boys.

In my younger and more vulnerable years... my father gave me some advice. "Always try to see the best in people," he would say. As a consequence, I'm inclined to reserve all judgments. But even I have a limit.

You must understand that I like all things that are modern. Presses the orange... it all comes out there.

A caravanserai...of billionaire playboy publishers and their blond nurses. Heiresses comparing inheritances on Gatsby's beach. My boss, Walter Chase, losing money at the roulette tables. Gossip columnists alongside... gangsters and governors exchanging telephone numbers. Film stars... Broadway directors... morality protectors...high school defectors.

— Well, it didn't bring anyone else much solace. I wasn't any good.
— No one need ever read it. You could always burn it.

— No one's met him. They say he's third cousin to the Kaiser and second cousin to the devil.
— I'm afraid I haven't been a very good host. You see... I'm Gatsby.

Everything. And there was nothing I could say...except the one unutterable fact that none of it was true.