HOT
APP
STORIES
QUIZZES
DISCOVER
MEMES
EMOJI
More
CREATE STORIES
DAILY
DISCOVER
PHRASES
NUDGE CLIPS
CONTENT REQUEST
LOGIN
HOT
APP
STORIES
QUIZZES
MEMES
EMOJI
STORY
DAILY
PHRASES
DISCOVER
NUDGE CLIPS
REQUEST CONTENT
×
Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips
All I could manage was:
With the sun shining...
Nick: I should have told him what I had just seen, but...
Morality protectors...
That you never loved him and this will all be wiped out forever.
[Car horn honks]
Nick: Tom was feeling...
I wasn't any good.
his life. Voice down.
There aren't any more.
Daisy: Oh, Nicky. How funny.
A Mr. Meyer Wolfshiem, my good friend.
Oh.
- That's why I came over. Daisy: It's about the Butler's nose.
[Daisy giggles]
That was all.
We need some new suction cups.
I'm right across from you.
Man: I knew you looked familiar. Having a good time, 'Old Sport'?
[Playing]
New York's dumping ground halfway between west egg and the city...
Never?
Nick: Where did you go? Gatsby: Slow down.
Can happen now that we've slid over...
Won't you come in, Nick?
That Daisy will call too.
You could always burn it.
Daisy: I don't believe you. - They're screaming.
- Then came the war, 'Old Sport'. He became...
Had vanished forever.
A week later, tom...
Lovely to see you again, miss Baker.
It's beautiful.
Why don't you come inside and have some supper...
How does a reputable banker...
[Fireworks explode]
What the hell are you doing...
No, you see, she never loved you.
And nothing that you do or say or steal...
If I could just get back to the start...
Every allied government gave me a medal.
The truth that he was...
Chicago calling, sir.
First team, all-American.
Now, 'Old Sport', about miss Baker and that request we spoke of.
Get out of here. Jordan: Here I am tantalizing you...
Do you know where I might find the host, Mr. Gatsby? I live next door.
Don't you think, ''Old Sport''?
Gatsby.
I'll see if there's any commotion.
What a circus.
You're just embarrassed. Daisy's embarrassed too.
Life is...
When you bought cakes Bottom text
- I want to hear about it. - I told you what's going on.
Loved you.
get off me!
Well, if I run out, I'll stop...
- Excuse me. - Thank you.
Hello?
Is that so?
Nick: Oh, God.
Gatsby: Meyer, Meyer, Meyer.
I want you outside!
When she married me...
Nick: At Yale I dreamed of being a writer...
[Thunder rumbling]
Nick: Lemon or sugar? - Neither.
In the world she...
- I am, though! Tom: No, no, no.
Mr. Carraway?
Nick: His uniform hid...
What's the difference as long as they can cook...
Wolfshiem's associates...
You see, these towns...
He spotted a yacht in peril.
Nick: None of us...
Windows must have contributed their share...
But I do know that I...
Leave us alone.
He was a boy.
- Sit down, Daisy! Gatsby: Please.
Jay!
Because I've never seen such beautiful shirts before.
Gatsby'. He was all right, old Dan.
Klipspringer.
Good night.
I'll be right back.
We've... we've...
Collecting jewels...
Daisy: It's perfect. From your perfect, irresistible imagination.
Gatsby: Will you come, ''Old Sport''?
They are.
That city...
You understand what I'm saying, right? You do sell bonds...
No one's met him.
Gatsby: Yes, Europe.
- I'm trying to. - Right.
What are you waiting for?
is in the artistic game. - Photography.
Well, I don't know.
Nick: Disgusted with everyone and everything.
He used to be my best friend many years ago.
See, Daisy and I are gonna start over just as if it were five years ago.
it's so sad, because it's so hard to make her...
Golden roar.
Yeah, I can't complain.
What are you doing?
Hey
Gatsby: What is?
Dominate!
She is not leaving me.
The way he spoke
Smoking two cigarettes!
Thank you.
Nick: Yes. I'll be right back. Gatsby: God.
- Hi. - Hi.
You tell her.
Among the whisperings and the laughter and the stars.
Irresistible imagination.
My once golden shimmering mirage...
Ladner, open the gates.
Making the liquor cheaper.
After my family died, I ran into a great deal of money.
They say he's third cousin to the kaiser and second cousin to the devil.
Where the burnt-out coal that powered...
Herzog: I beg your pardon.
It's just, well, you see, I think everything's terrible anyhow.
Tom: Mrs. Wilson, Nick Carraway.
That yellow car wasn't mine!
But...
So we gonna dance.
Four or five times in life.
- Really? - Yes.
[Car horn honks]
I have no further information, monsieur.
Now it was once again...
I can protect her here.
It couldn't be any more fantastical...
- Let's have some gas! - Uhh.
Yeah.
[Crowd chants indistinctly]