Great Gatsby Quotes Movie の小説・ストーリー

A bright light flashed around us and instantly we were back in my mom's house in Salem. Gatsby sat on the counter, licking his mouth. "Where have you been?"

As the opening credits rolled, she got closer to me and whispered, “Just warning you now that I’ll probably quote every line.” I smiled. “That’s fair. I’ll probably ask dumb questions.” She grinned in response. “Then it balances out.” We shared popcorn, fingers brushing every few seconds. Somewhere halfway through, when Rick said, ‘Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine,’ Skylar turned to me and whispered, “Iconic.” “Pretty dramatic for a guy in a tux,” I murmured dryly. She elbowed me. “It’s romantic.”

And l unintentionally read the title. “Oh you’re reading The Great Gatsby”, l suddenly asked. Before l could stop myself. “Yes. It’s a great book”, the man replied with a warm smile as he glanced down at his book. “Have you read it yet?”, he asked curiously. “Are you kidding me”, l laughed. “I wasn’t actually in love, but l felt a sort of tender curiosity”, l laughed as l quoted Gatsby. With an exaggerated air of sophistication. The young man laughed in amusement and l felt a unfamiliar sense of joy at his laughter. And suddenly l blurted out, “I’m Leigh, by the way”.

“The Fast and the Furious is a cinematic masterpiece.” He groaned. “Oh god. I’ve made a huge mistake.” “You’ll learn to love it. Or at least tolerate it while I quote every single line.” “That sounds like a threat.” “It is,” I said, raising my glass. “Cheers to threats.” He clinked his against mine. “Cheers to terrible taste.”

"It's not that easy Jidda, some feelings are better left hidden," I said. whatever message she was trying to pass I was going to counteract it. "I know you don't think so, Fatima," "you have always wanted love to win'" Jidda persisted. "You know what this movie reminds me of" I said changing the topic. And talking to Ahmad instead. "The Great Gatsby" "That movie made me cry like a baby" I said. And Ahmad nodded.

Mike suggested as he was so furious that he couldn't quite control his emotions. “Wait a minute, cousin. We have a surprise for the ladies. We brought some costumes for your photo session. Besides, I think Jo would like to take a ride in my car.” “Could I?” Jo asked timidly. “Of course, here is the key!” Julian passed it into Jo’s hands. “Have fun, darling!” Jo didn't wait any longer, in case Julian changed his mind. She had a chance to drive a famous car, which Steve McQueen raced in the movie ‘Bullitt’ so she had to use it well.

Shaun smiled. “Great job. You’ve learned quite a lot of quotes from romance movies, huh? When we first met, you flirted with me with the quote ‘I can’t help feeling happy now that I’ve met the love of my life’. Tell me what else you know. Try and apply it now.” “...” His mocking words left Catherine speechless.

When the movie ended, she was still crying as she hands me the iPad. "It's... it's... very touching," she said, still sniffling after crying. "I had to have faith in my dream. No one was going to hand it to me. It was up to me to reach for that dream. Grab it tight and make it come true." She utters, quoting the exact lines of Ernesto from the movie. My eyebrows raise as I glance at her. How could she remember those exact lines? She tilts her head to check on the weather. "Finally! Thank you, Blake. I really had a great time today." She stands up and grabs her bag.

No sooner had I completely taken in all her golden beauty than her green eyes beamed with joy. Aha! Reading about him in magazines and watching him on television was not the same as seeing him again. He was a billionaire who was reported to be living a Gatsby kind of lifestyle. Unsure of whether the cameras had done him enough justice, he still managed to maintain his good looks and even look much better over the years. His memory, however, had never been one of his best qualities, and as I tried eavesdropping, I wondered if he even remembered me. But how could he? He has a lot of women running around him. How will he remember me? I wouldn’t remember myself…

I didn’t need to look up to know who it was “What do you want, Jones?” The sound of him juggling a brown paper bag caused me to lift my head. My eyes narrowed. “The book you requested, sir.” “I asked for it at exactly eleven last night, Jones. How on earth did you get it so fast?” I asked after taking it from him. My body went straight, and at alert the moment he mentioned the book. The Great Gatsby….the brown bag felt smooth before I pulled it apart and grabbed the actual item.