“I’ve got a nice place here,” he said, his eyes flashing about restlessly.Turning me around by one arm, he moved a broad flat hand along the front vista,including in its sweep a sunken Italian garden, a half acre of deep, pungent roses, and asnub-nosed motor-boat that bumped the tide offshore.''In this scene Nick is introduced to the snobbish and rich lifestyle of the easterner. In addition he is introduced to Daisy's misery.
“This is an unusual party forme. I haven’t even seen the host. I live over there ——” I waved my hand at theinvisible hedge in the distance, “and this man Gatsby sent over his chauffeur with aninvitation.” For a moment he looked at me as if he failed to understand.“I’m Gatsby,” he said suddenly''. -This is the beginning of Gatsby and Nick's friendship. At first Nick is quite impressed with Gatsby despite his elusiveness.
“Nobody’s coming to tea. It’s too late!” He looked at his watch as if there was somepressing demand on his time elsewhere. “I can’t wait all day.”“Don’t be silly; it’s just two minutes to four.”He sat down miserably, as if I had pushed him,'' in this scene Gatsby almost wont see Daisy because he fears that their meeting isn't perfect. This shows his obsession with her as well as his obsession with perfection.
'' there was no need to listen for the heart beneath. The mouth was wide open and ripped at the corners, as though she had choked a little in giving up the tremendous vitality she had stored so long...'' -In this scene Myrtle is killed by Daisy driving Gatsby's car. This will ultimately lead to Myrtle's husband going mad and murdering Gatsby on false information given by Tom.
“God sees everything,” repeated Wilson.'' In this scene George Wilson kills Gatsby shortly after he says this. He goes on a rampage to find Myrtles killer. Originally he suspects Tom but changes his mind after Tom tells George that it is Gatsby's car that killed his wife. So George goes to Gatsby's house and shoots him in his pool.
“I couldn’t get to the house,” he remarked. “Neither could anybody else.” “Go on!” He started. “Why, my God! they used to go there by the hundreds.” He took off his glasses and wiped them again, outside and in. “The poor son-of-a-bitch,” he said''. Out of the hundreds of people that used Gatsby only three showed up at his funeral. Nobody truly cared about Gatsby except those three.