Rosamund PikeQuotes

Helen: Someone told me that in about 50 years, no one will speak Latin, probably. Not even Latin people.

Sam Chamberlain: [repeated line] Oh crumbs!

Andromeda: I'm sorry that you think being human is not enough. But we humans hope when there's no hope. And we believe when to believe is idiotic. But sometimes, in spite everything, we prevail.

Miranda Frost: Hah! I can read your every move!

Jinx: [kicks the knife in Miranda's chest] Read this... BITCH!

Nick Dunne: [after seeing positive pregnancy test] I didn't touch you!

Amy Dunne: You didn't need to.

Nick Dunne: Bullshit! That notice of disposal, I have that. You threw it out.

Amy Dunne: [rubs stomach] The notice? Yes.

Nick Dunne: I want a blood test! I want a paternity test!

Amy Dunne: I love tests.

Nick Dunne: You fucking cunt!

Amy Dunne: I'm the cunt you married. The only time you liked yourself was when you were trying to be someone this cunt might like. I'm not a quitter, I'm that cunt. I've killed for you; who else can say that? You think you'd be happy with a nice Midwestern girl? No way, baby! I'm it.

Nick Dunne: Fuck. You're delusional. I mean, you're insane, why would you even want this? Yes, I loved you and then all we did was resent each other, and try to control each other, and cause each other pain.

Amy Dunne: That's marriage. Now, I'm getting ready.

Margo Dunne: I can't watch you play house with that thing for the next 18 years!

Nick Dunne: I can't just walk away.

Margo Dunne: You could get custody.

Nick Dunne: No, I won't, and you know it. It's gonna be my child, and I'm not gonna leave it.

Margo Dunne: You wanna stay.

Nick Dunne: I have a responsibility. It's not about what I want anymore.

Margo Dunne: [she chokes up further] You wanna stay with her. You're breaking my heart.

Nick Dunne: Go, you're my voice of reason. I need you with me on this.

Margo Dunne: [sniffling] Of course I'm with you. I was with you before we were even born.

Nick Dunne: ...and, we've been through the darkness. We come out, united. Uh, we communicate. We're honest with each other. We're partners in crime.

Amy Dunne: And?

Nick Dunne: [with a forced smile] And... we're gonna be parents.

Ellen Abbott: [smiling widely; She steps away from her chair and embraces Amy on the couch, as Nick looks away in displeasure] Oh, my goodness! Oh, how exciting!

Nick Dunne: [Amy looks upwards; Amy leans into Nick] What are you thinking? How are you feeling? What have we done to each other? What will we do?

Amy Dunne: My cute, charming, salt-of-the-earth Missouri guy. He needed to learn. Grown ups work for things. Grown ups pay. Grown ups suffer consequences.

Amy Dunne: Then Nick will die too. Nick and Amy will be gone, but then we never really existed. Nick loved a girl I was pretending to be; Cool Girl. Men always use that, don't they, as their defining compliment. She's a Cool Girl. Cool Girl is hot. Cool Girl is game. Cool Girl is fun. Cool Girl never gets angry at her man. She only smiles, in a chagrined, loving manner, and then presents her mouth for fucking. She likes what he likes. So evidently, he's a vinyl hipster who likes fetish manga. If he likes girls gone wild, she's a mall babe, who talks football and endures Buffalo Wings at Hooter's. When I met Nick Dunne, I knew he wanted Cool Girl, and for him, I'll admit, I was willing to try. I wax-stripped my pussy raw. I drank canned beer watching Adam Sandler movies. I ate cold pizza and remained a size 2. I blew him, semi-regularly. I lived in the moment. I was fucking game. I can't say I didn't enjoy some of it. Nick teased out in me things I didn't know existed. A lightness. A humor. An ease. But I made him stronger, sharper. I inspired him to rise to my level. I forged the man of my dreams. We were happy pretending to be other people; we were the happiest couple we knew. And what's the point of being together if you're not the happiest? But Nick got lazy. He became someone I did not agree to marry. He actually expected me to love him unconditionally, then he dragged me, penniless, to the navel of this great country, and found himself a newer, younger, bouncier Cool Girl. You think I'd let him destroy me and end up happier than ever? No fucking way. He doesn't get to win.

Amy Dunne: Want to test your marriage for weak spots? Add one recession, subtract two jobs. It's surprisingly effective.

Amy Dunne: When two people love each other and they can't make that work, that's the real tragedy.

Amy Dunne: Amazing fucking Amy is getting fucking married!

Amy Dunne: I'm so much happier now that I'm dead. Technically missing. Soon to be presumed dead. Gone. And my lazy lying shitting oblivious husband will go to prison for my murder. Nick Dunne took my pride and my dignity and my hope and my money. He took and took from me until I no longer existed. That's murder. Let the punishment fit the crime.