Mathematics... mathematics is never going to lead you to higher truth and you know why? Because it's boring!
Nash: She's so small.
Charles: Well, she's young, John. That's how they come.
I arrived last night. Right in time for English Department cocktails. The cock was mine. The tail belonged to a lovely young thing with a passion for D.H. Lawrence.
Is my roommate a dick?
The prodigal roommate arrives.
[offering Nash a flask of whiskey] Listen. If we can't break the ice, how 'bout we drown it?
It's not my problem and it's not your problem. It's their problem. Your answers are not on that wall. They're out there, where you've been working.
Nash: This is a group playing touch football. This is a flock of pigeons fighting over bread crumbs. And this is a woman chasing a man who stole her purse.
Charles: John, you watched a mugging. That's weird.
Her husband was too drunk to know he was too drunk to drive.
Nothing's ever for sure, John. That's the only sure thing I do know.
Charles: So what's your story? You the poor kid that never got to go to Exeter or Andover?
Nash: Despite my privileged upbringing, I'm actually quite well balanced. I have a chip on both shoulders.
Charles: That Isaac Newton fellow was right.
Nash: He was on to something.
Charles: Clever boy.