A Beautiful Mind
Nash: I have respect for beer.
Nash: In competitive behavior someone always loses. Charles: Well, my niece knows that, John, and she's about this high. Nash: See if I derive an equilibrium where prevalence is a non-singular event where nobody loses, can you imagine the effect that would have on conflict scenarios, arm negotiations... Charles: When did you last eat? Nash: ... currency exchange? Charles: When did you last eat? You know, food. Nash: You have no respect for cognitive reverie, you know that? Charles: Yes. But pizza - now, pizza I have enormous respect for. And of course beer. (leaves) Nash: (throws stuff down and follows) I have respect for beer. I have respect for beer!
Hansen: Cowards, all of you. Come on. Whoever wins, Sol does his laundry for the semester. Sol: Does that seem unfair to anybody? Bender: No, not at all.
Hansen: You scared? Nash: (sarcastically) Terrified. Mortified. Petrified. Stupefied... by you.
Nash: Classes will dull your mind, destroy the potential for authentic creativity.
Charles: That Isaac Newton fellow was right. Nash: He was on to something. Charles: Clever boy.
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.
Nash: There has to be a mathematical explanation for how bad that tie is.
Hansen: So how about it, Nash? You scared? Nash: Terrified... mortified... petrified... stupefied... by you.
Nash: I find you very attractive. Your assertiveness tells me that you feel the same way about me. But ritual remains that we must do a series of platonic actions before we can have intercourse. But all I really want to do is have sex with you as soon as possible.
Charles: There's no such thing as "for sure". That's the only sure thing I do know.
Nash: I've made the most important discovery of my life. It's only in the mysterious equation of love that any logical reasons can be found. I'm only here tonight because of you. You're the only reason I am... you're all the reasons I am.
Alicia: I need to believe, that something extraordinary is possible.
Nash: (to Alicia) You are the reason I am. You are all my reasons.
Nash: Perhaps it is good to have a beautiful mind, but an even greater gift is to discover a beautiful heart.
Nash: Find a truly original idea. It is the only way I will ever distinguish myself. It is the only way I will ever matter.
Nash: Alicia, does our relationship warrant long-term commitment? I need some kind of proof, some kind of verifiable, empirical data. Alicia: I'm sorry, just give me a moment to redefine my girlish notions of romance.
Alicia: How big is the universe? Nash: Infinite. Alicia: How do you know? Nash: I know because all the data indicates it's infinite. Alicia: But it hasn't been proven yet. Nash: No. Alicia: You haven't seen it. Nash: No. Alicia: How do you know for sure? Nash: I don't, I just believe it. Alicia: It's the same with love I guess.
Alicia: I was wondering Professor Nash, if I could take you to dinner? (he hesitates) You do eat don't you?
Alicia: You want to know what's real? This... (putting her hand on his heart and his hand on her face) ... this is real.
Alicia: (about the stars) I once tried to count them all. I, actually, made it to 4,348. Nash: You are exceptionally odd. Alicia: I bet you're very popular with the girls.
Nash: I don't exactly know what I am required to say in order for you to have intercourse with me. But could we assume that I said all that. I mean essentially we are talking about fluid exchange right? So could we go just straight to the sex.
Nash: She never gets old. How can she be real if she never gets old?
Nash: If we all go for the blonde and block each other, not a single one of us is going to get her. So then we go for her friends, but they will all give us the cold shoulder because no on likes to be second choice. But what if none of us goes for the blonde? We won't get in each other's way and we won't insult the other girls. It's the only way to win. It's the only way we all get laid.
(Showing Charles one of his window equations) Nash: This is a woman chasing a man who stole her purse. Charles: John, you watched a mugging. That's weird.
Charles: When's the last time you ate? You know... food.
Charles: 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: You wanted to see if I was crazy and would screw everything up if I actually won.
(Hansen is concerned about John still having hallucinations) Nash: They are my past. Everyone is haunted by their past.
Alicia: God must be a painter. Why else would we have so many colors?
Hansen: Nash. Who's winning - you, or you?
Charles: (offering Nash a flask of whiskey) Listen. If we can't break the ice, how 'bout we drown it?
Nash: Classes will dull your mind.
Nash: It looks like you won after all. Hansen: No. They were wrong, John. No one wins.
Nash: I've gotten used to ignoring them and I think, as a result, they've kind of given up on me. I think that's what it's like with all our dreams and our nightmares, Martin, we've got to keep feeding them for them to stay alive.
Nash: (to Thomas King) I still see things that are not here. I just choose not to acknowledge them. Like a diet of the mind, I just choose not to indulge certain appetites; like my appetite for patterns; perhaps my appetite to imagine and to dream.
Charles: The prodigal roommate arrives.
Charles: 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.
Nash: Martin. It is Martin, isn't it? Hansen: Why yes, John, it is. Nash: I assume you've gotten used to miscalculation. I read your pre-prints. Both of 'em. And I'm convinced there wasn't 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'm always listening.
Alicia: It's called "life," John. Activities available; just add meaning.
Parcher: Conviction, it turns out, is a luxury of those on the sidelines, Mr Nash.
Nash: There is no point in being nuts when you can't have fun.
(John meets Charles' niece) Nash: She's so small. Charles: Well, she's young, John. That's how they come.
Dr Rosen: Imagine if you suddenly learned that the people, the places, the moments most important to you were not gone, not dead, but worse, had never been. What kind of hell would that be?
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.
General: You ever... just *know* something, Dr Nash? Nash: Constantly.
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.
Nash: This class will be a waste of your - and what is infinitely worse - my time.
Charles: Mathematics... mathematics is never going to lead you to higher truth and you know why? Because it's boring!