Chan Tyrell: Real life is fine for people who can't do any better.
Chan Tyrell: Listen, Gatsby, let me tell you, you only live once. But once is enough if you find the right person.
Gatsby Welles: One thing about New York City. You are here or you are nowhere. You cannot achieve another level of anxiety, hostility or paranoia anywhere else.
Gatsby Welles: It's rich housewives who have the leisure to pursue esoteric culture. The out of work, discussing the out of print.
Gatsby: How did I know you'd be here?
Chan: You didn't think I was going to blow this moment did you?
Gatsby: What about the skin doctor?
Chan: Very handsome. Very Rich, and very clever, but I'm here.
Gatsby: For a kisser, there's a maximum of an eight?
Chan: It's fall. By spring I'll have you up to ten.
Gatsby Welles: I read. I just don't read what they give us in school. I mean, do I really care who wins between Beowulf and Grendel? No, I don't. Maybe if I had a little money on it.
Ashleigh: I shouldn't imbibe so copiously. Alcohol plays havoc on my cerebral neurons .
Ashleigh: He's unusual. Quaint. That's the word I would use to describe Gatsby: quaint. He's exotic. Searching, shall we say, for his romantic dream from a vanished age.
Ted Davidoff: Well, he's not at the hotel, and he didn't show up for the press interview. So, he's wallowing in self loathing somewhere drinking Courvoisier thinking up new ways to screw up our work.