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T: Okay, fine, fine, fine.

D: Open another window.

N: There aren't any more.

D: Then telephone...for an ax.

T: Will you forget about the heat? You make it worse by crabbing about it.

G: Why not let her alone, old sport?

T: That's a great expression of yours, isn't it?

G: What is?

T: "Old sport." Where'd you pick it up?

D: See here. If you're going to make personal remarks, I won't stay here a minute.

T: Mr. Gatsby...I understand that you're an Oxford man.

G: No, not exactly, no.

T: Oh, yes, I understand that... you went to Oxford.

G: Well, yes, I went there.

T: Sure. The man in the pink suit went to Oxford.

D: Tom.

G: I said I went there, didn't I?

T: Oh, I heard you. I'd like to know when.

G: You'd like to know when.

T: Well, Mr. Gatsby?

G: It was in 1919. I only stayed there five months. That's why I can't exactly call myself an Oxford man. You see, it was an opportunity they gave to some of us officers who fought in the war.

Nick voiceover: I wanted to get up and slap Gatsby on the back.

D: I'll make you a drink, Tom. Then you won't seem so stupid to yourself.

T: Wait a minute. I want to ask Mr. Gatsby one more question.

G: Oh, please, please, go on, Mr. Buchanan. Go on.

T: What kind of a row are you trying to cause in my house anyhow?

D: He isn't causing a row, you're causing a row. Please have a little self-control.

T: Self-control? Oh, I suppose the latest thing is to sit back and let Mr. Nobody From Nowhere make love to your wife. Well, if that's the idea you can count me out. See, nowadays people .begin by sneering at family life and family institutions...and the next you'll know, we'll throw everything overboard, we'll have intermarriage between black and white!

G: Your wife doesn't love you. She never loved you. You see, she loves me.

T: You must be crazy.

G: No, old sport. No, you see, she never loved you. She only married you because I was poor and she was tired of waiting. It was a terrible...terrible mistake, but in her heart...In her heart, she never loved anyone but me.

J: We should go.

D: Let's all go home.

T: Sit down, Daisy!

G: Please. Please, take a seat. Go on, Daisy.

T: Daisy...what's been going on? I want to hear about it.

G: I just told you what's going on. It's been going on for five years.

T: You've been seeing him...for five years?

G: No, no, no, not seeing. Not seeing, we couldn't. But both of us loved each other all that time. Didn't we?

T: Oh, that's all. Ha-ha-ha! You're crazy! I can't speak about what happened five years ago because I didn't know Daisy then. And I'll be damned if I see how you got within a mile of her unless you brought the groceries to the back door. But all the rest of that is a goddamn lie. Daisy loved me...when she married me ...and she loves me now.

G: No. No. I'm sorry, Mr. Buchanan, no.

T: She does! She does, though. No, she does, though. She does. And what's more, I love Daisy too. No. I love you, Daisy. Now, once in a while, I go off on a spree. I always come back.

G: A spree.

T: And in my heart I love her all the time.

D: You're revolting. Do you know why we left Chicago? I'm surprised they didn't treat you to the story of that little spree!

G: That's all over now, Daisy, darling. That's all over. Just tell him the truth. Go on. That you never loved him and this will all be wiped out forever.

D: How could I love him possibly?

G: Remember our plans. You tell him that you never loved him and all this pain will be wiped out forever. Daisy. Daisy, tell him.

D: I never loved him.

T: Never?

G: No.

D: No.

T: Not at Kapiolani? Not that day I carried you down from the Punch Bowl to keep your shoes dry? Never?

D: Please don't.

T: Daisy.

D: There, Jay. You want too much. I love you now, isn't that enough? I can't help what's past. I did love him once, but I loved you too.

G: You loved me too? You loved me...?

T: Even that is a lie! She didn't know you were alive! There are things between Daisy and me, Gatsby, that you'll never know. Things that neither of us can ever forget.

G: I need to speak to Daisy alone. You see, you've got her all excited now, don't you, old sport? Daisy.

D: Even alone I can't say I never loved Tom. It wouldn't be true.

G: What?

T: Of course it wouldn't.

D: As if it mattered to you.

T: Of course it matters! I'm gonna take better care of you from now on.

G: You're not taking care of Daisy any more. She's leaving you.

T: Nonsense!

D: I am, though!

T: No, no, no. She is not leaving me. Certainly not...for a common swindler...like you. Mr. Gatsby, exactly who are you, anyhow? See? I’ve made a small investigation into your affairs. You're one of Meyer Wolfshiem's bunch.

D: Please, let's go home.

T: See, he and this Wolfshiem...they bought up drugstores. And sold bootlegged alcohol over the counter.

G: What about it, old sport?

T: Don't you call me "old sport." And this drugstore business is just small change compared to this bonds stunt that you and Wolfshiem have got going on.

G: Your friend Walter Chase isn't too proud to come in? I gave you…That some thought.

T: How does a reputable banker like Walter Chase find himself up to his eyeballs in debt...

G: I'll tell you.

T: ...to a little kike like Wolfshiem?

G: It's called greed, old sport.

T: That's right! And you have half of Wall Street out there swilling your free booze at that fun park every weekend. I'm surprised he hasn't tried to drag you in. My God, he has.

G: He's got nothing to do with...

T: With your little racket. Daisy. Daisy. Can't you see who this guy is...with his house and his parties and his fancy clothes? He is just a front...for Wolfshiem, a gangster...to get his claws into respectable folk like Walter Chase.

G: The only respectable thing about you, old sport, is your money. Your money, that's it. Now I've just as much as you. That means we're equal.

T: Oh, no. No. We're different. I am. They are. She is. We're all different from you. You see, we were born different. It's in our blood...and nothing that you do or say or steal...or dream up can ever change that. A girl like Daisy...

G: You shut up! Shut up! You shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

Nick voiceover: Gatsby looked, in that moment...as if he had... killed a man.

G: My sincerest...My sincerest apologies. I seem to have...lost my temper.

T: That's right, Mr. Gatsby. Show us some of those fine Oxford manners.

G: Daisy, darling. None of this has any consequence. Daisy. Daisy, talk to me, darling. I just lost my temper, that's all.

Nick voiceover: He began talking excitedly, but with every word Daisy was drawing further and further into herself.

G: ...to go to your parents' house in Louisville.

D: Please, Tom, I can't stand it any more!

T: Why don't you two start on home...in Mr. Gatsby's car.

G: Daisy, darling, look at me.

T: Go on.

G: Daisy.

T: He won't annoy you. I think he realizes that this little flirtation is over.

G: Daisy?! Daisy!