Most scenes together: Nick Dunne & Amy Dunne (2), Nick Dunne & Margo Dunne (2)
So, what'd you get her?"
There's no good gift for wood.
I know. Go home, **** her brains out, slap her with your penis. "There's some wood for you, bitch."
You didn't need to.
Bullshit! That notice of disposal, I have that. You threw it out.
The notice? Yes. [rubs stomach]
I want a blood test! I want a paternity test!
I love tests.
I always wondered why you kept in touch, after everything. You were together for two years in boarding school, right?
She was my first serious girlfriend.
Why did you break up?
That's a strange question.
Did you treat her bad? Did you cheat on her?
That's a rude question.
Let me tell you what Amy told me. She dumped you, you completely unravelled. You stalked her, you threatened her, you attempted suicide in her bed and were institutionalised.
Your wife is missing, and you came all this way to tell me this?
Well I thought there might be another side to this story.
[Desi closes the door]
You **** ****!
I'm the **** you married. The only time you liked yourself was when you were trying to be someone this **** might like. I'm not a quitter, I'm that ****. 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.
****. 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.
That's marriage. Now, I'm getting ready.
I can't watch you play house with that thing for the next 18 years!
I can't just walk away.
You could get custody.
No, I won't, and you know it. It's gonna be my child, and I'm not gonna leave it.
You wanna stay.
I have a responsibility. It's not about what I want anymore.
You wanna stay with her. [she chokes up further] You're breaking my heart.
Go, you're my voice of reason. I need you with me on this.
...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.
And?
And... [with a forced smile] we're gonna be parents.
Oh, my goodness! [She steps away from her chair and embraces Amy on the couch, as Nick looks away in displeasure] Oh, how exciting!
What are you thinking? [Amy looks upwards] How are you feeling? What have we done to each other? [Amy leans into Nick] What will we do?
I will drill you as if you were doing a deposition. What to say, what not to say.
A trained monkey?
A monkey who doesn't get the lethal injection.
What are you thinking? How are you feeling? What have we done to each other? What will we do?
When I think of my wife, I always think of her head. I picture cracking her lovely skull, unspooling her brains, trying to get answers. The primal questions of any marriage: What are you thinking? How are you feeling? What have we done to each other?
Amazing **** Amy is getting **** married!
Elvis is in Missouri!
Everyone knows that 'complicated' is a code word for bitch.
I swear, you two are the most **** up people I've ever known and I specialize in **** up!
I thought writers hated cliches.
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.
