Nash: It looks like you won after all.
Hansen: No. They were wrong, John. No one wins.

Is my roommate a dick?

Charles

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.

Charles

Nash: Well, Martin Hansen. It is Martin, isn't it?
Hansen: Why yes, John, it is.
Nash: I assume you've gotten quite used to miscalculation. I read your pre-prints. Both of 'em. One on Nazi scientists and the other one on, uh... non-linear equations, and I'm extremely confident that there's not one seminal or innovative idea in either one of them... Enjoy your punch.

Nash: You once said that God must be a painter because he gave us so many colors.
Alicia: I didn't think you were listening...
Nash: I was listening.

It's called "life," John. Activities available; just add meaning.

Alicia

Nash: She's so small.
Charles: Well, she's young, John. That's how they come.

John Nash: Hello, Martin.
Martin Hansen: Jesus Christ.
John Nash: No. I don't have that one. My savior complex takes a different form.

John Nash: And then, on the way home, Charles was there again. Sometimes I miss talking to him. Maybe Rosen is right. Maybe I have to think about going back to the hospital.
Alicia Nash: Maybe try again tomorrow.

MIT Student: Can we open up the window, Professor? It's hot in here.
John Nash: Your comfort comes second to my ability to hear my own voice.

This class will be a waste of your - and what is infinitely worse - my time.

Nash

What you don't know... is if I want to marry you.

Alicia

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