Come on, Daisy. I'll take you in this circus wagon.
You take Nick and Jordan. We’ll follow you in the coupe.
Your wife wants to go to the West?
I just got wised up to something funny the last two days. That’s why I want to get away. That’s why I been bothering you about the car.
Gatsby, that’s a great expression of yours, isn’t it? All this "old sport" business. Where’d you pick that up?
If you’re going to make personal remarks, I won’t stay here a minute.
Self-control! I suppose the latest thing is to sit back and let Mr. Nobody from Nowhere make love to your wife. Well, if that’s the idea you can count me out. Nowadays people begin by sneering at family life and family institutions, and next they’ll throw everything overboard and have intermarriage between black and white.
Gatsby, even alone I can’t say I never loved Tom.
Myrtle was instantly killed. The driver didn’t even stop his car.
Daisy was driving, but of course I'll say I was. I'll wait until they all go to bed. All night, if necessary.