Gone Girl Quotes: Dark and Disturbing

(Total Quotes: 107)

MOVIE INFO.

Directed by: David Fincher
Written by: Gillian Flynn (novel & screenplay)
Starring:
Ben Affleck – Nick Dunne
Rosamund Pike – Amy Dunne
Neil Patrick Harris – Desi Collings
Tyler Perry – Tanner Bolt
Carrie Coon – Margo Dunne
Kim Dickens – Detective Rhonda Boney
Patrick Fugit – Officer Jim Gilpin
David Clennon – Rand Elliot
Lisa Banes – Marybeth Elliott
Missi Pyle – Ellen Abbott
Emily Ratajkowski – Andie Hardy
Casey Wilson – Noelle Hawthorne
Lola Kirke – Greta
Boyd Holbrook – Jeff
Sela Ward – Sharon Schieber
Jamie McShane – Donnelly
Scoot McNairy – Tommy O’Hara
Ricky Wood – Jason

OUR REVIEW & RATING ★★★½

Based on the novel by Gillian Flynn who scripted the film, Gone Girl quotes are cold and bleak look at the deconstruction of marriage wrapped in a layered mystery-thriller. The story revolves around, married couple Nick and Amy Dunne, who seemingly have a very happy marriage, however on their fifth wedding anniversary Amy goes missing under suspicious circumstances. Soon a media frenzy begins and under pressure from the police Nick’s portrait of a blissful union begins to crumble and he becomes the main suspect in Amy’s disappearance.

The narrative is not a straight forward thriller, it’s multi-layered and concentrates on the ugly side of marriage with two very unlikeable characters heading the plot and a somewhat disturbing ending which although is not truly satisfying did fit in with what the characters deserve. Affleck and Pike were both solid and effective in their lead performances, especially Pike who provided the right degree of complicated coldness for her character. Out of the supporting actors Tyler Perry as Nick’s notorious legal defense attorney Tanner Bolt really stood out as he was the one that provided the grounding and the right amount of comedic relief in this dark tale.

Verdict: Fincher’s adaptation is skillful, stylish, uncomfortable and murky but ended up being too cold and empty to be on the list of a great Fincher movie.

Gone Girl Quotes Page 1 2 USER REVIEWS THE NOVEL

[first lines; Nick is stroking his wife’s hair]
Nick Dunne: [voice over] 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?

[July 5th – the morning of; Nick goes to a bar he co-owns with his sister Margo]
Margo Dunne: Well, the Irish prince graces us with his presence.
[she flicks water in his face]
Nick Dunne: His majesty prefers not to be moistened. I got you a present.
[he places the board game “Master Mind” on the counter that he’s brought from home]
Margo Dunne: Oh. I hated this game.
Nick Dunne: You loved it.
Margo Dunne: You loved it. Thank you. I’ll add it to the collection.
[she places it with all the other board games at the back shelf of the bar]
Nick Dunne: Can you pour me a bourbon?
[she places two glasses on the counter and starts to pour the drink]
Margo Dunne: What’s up, jitters?
[Nick doesn’t reply]
Margo Dunne: Well, if you’re not going to talk, I’m gonna have to fill the silence with another excruciating story by Margo Dunne. Let’s see, I could tell you about my recent customer service experience changing Internet service providers.
Nick Dunne: I like that one.
Margo Dunne: Or how about the time I saw that woman who looked exactly like my friend Monica? But it wasn’t Monica, it was a total stranger.
Nick Dunne: Who was also named Monica.
Margo Dunne: Made it kind of interesting.
Nick Dunne: It’s great. I’m just having a bad day.
Margo Dunne: Amy?
Nick Dunne: It’s our anniversary. Five years.
Margo Dunne: Five? That came fast.
Nick Dunne: And furious.

[we see Amy writing in her diary dated January 8th, 2005]
Amy Dunne: [voice over] I’m so crazy, stupid happy. I met a boy. A great, sweet, gorgeous, cool-ass guy.
[flashback to Amy at a party meeting Nick for the first time]
Nick Dunne: Excuse me, miss? You know, I just want you to be careful where you put down that , uh, monk-brewed Belgian wheat beer. Because the party’s down to three beast lights and a bottle of pucker.
Amy Dunne: It might attract some desperate characters.
Nick Dunne: It could. I mean, the Amish are on a rumspringa.
[Amy looks across the room at the three Amish looking men and chuckles]
Amy Dunne: They already relieved me of my artisanal meat platter.
Nick Dunne: Finally, someone tells me how to pronounce that word.
Amy Dunne: “Meat”?
Nick Dunne: Yes, “meat.” One syllable. Thank you. Whose beer am I about to drink? Don’t tell me. Let’s see, who’s your type?
[he looks around the room and points to an intellectual looking guy across the room]
Nick Dunne: I don’t see you sitting quietly while he bloviates on his postgrad thesis about Proust.
[he points to another guy]
Nick Dunne: Uh-oh. Is that him? Ironic hipster, so self-aware, he makes everything a joke.
Amy Dunne: I prefer men who are funny, not “funny.”

Amy Dunne: What type are you?
Nick Dunne: Corn-fed, salt-of-the-earth Missouri guy.
Amy Dunne: Oh, Missouri?
Nick Dunne: Mm-hm. gone-girl-1
Amy Dunne: Cute.
Nick Dunne: Native New Yorker?
Amy Dunne: World ends at the Hudson.
Nick Dunne: What’s your name?
Amy Dunne: Amy.
Nick Dunne: Well, Amy, who are you?
Amy Dunne: A: I’m an award-winning scrimshander. B: I’m a moderately influential warlord.
Nick Dunne: Hm.
Amy Dunne: C: I write personality quizzes for magazines.
Nick Dunne: Okay. Well your hands are far too delicate for real scrimshaw work. And I happen to be a charter subscriber to middling warlord weekly, so I’d recognize you. I’m gonna go with C.
Amy Dunne: And you? Who are you?
Nick Dunne: I’m the guy to save you from all this awesomeness.
[Amy laughs]

[Nick and Amy leave the party together and get into the elevator]
Amy Dunne: Oh, so you write for a men’s magazine. God, does that make you an expert on being a man?
[Nick chuckles]
Nick Dunne: No. It’s, you know, what to wear, what to drink.
Amy Dunne: How to bullshit.
Nick Dunne: Never with you.
Amy Dunne: Ha-ha.
Nick Dunne: No, I mean it.
Amy Dunne: It’s hard to believe you.
Nick Dunne: Why?
[Amy laughs]
Amy Dunne: I think it’s your chin.
Nick Dunne: My chin?
Amy Dunne: Yeah, it’s quite villainous.
Nick Dunne: Okay, how’s this?
[he puts two fingers on his chin]
Nick Dunne: A hundred percent true, no bullshit.
Amy Dunne: Okay.
[they get out of the elevator]

[they take a walk together]
Nick Dunne: We all move to New York and we end up living in these little cubby holes, and that’s not it. Come outside. Then, you’re in it.
[Nick stops and looks to his right]
Nick Dunne: You have to see this.
[they walk passed a bakery that is getting a sugar delivery and all the sugar is floating around everywhere]
Nick Dunne: I have to kiss you now. gone-girl-2
Amy Dunne: Is that right?
Nick Dunne: I can’t let you go through a sugar storm unkissed.
Amy Dunne: Mm.
Nick Dunne: Wait a second.
[he wipes some sugar off her lips]
Nick Dunne: There you go.
[he kisses; later Nick is making love to Amy]
Amy Dunne: Nick Dunne. I really like you.

[back to present day at the bar with Margo and Nick where they’re playing Master Mind]
Margo Dunne: So, is Amy gonna do one of those anniversary treasure hunts?
Nick Dunne: You mean the forced march designed to prove what an oblivious and uncaring asshole her husband is?
Margo Dunne: Wow.
[Nick spins the board]
Nick Dunne: Life. I don’t remember the point.
Margo Dunne: Deep Hasbro thoughts. Spin.
[Nick spins the board again]
Margo Dunne: What was the clue last year she got so mad about?
Nick Dunne: “When your poor Amy has a cold, this dessert just must be sold.”
Margo Dunne: The answer?
Nick Dunne: I still don’t know the answer, Go.
Margo Dunne: A few years ago, you’d have known.
Nick Dunne: A few years ago, it was fun.
Nick Dunne: Year one, the traditional gift was paper. She got me a beautiful notebook. Told me to go write my novel.
Margo Dunne: What did you get her?
Nick Dunne: A kite.
Margo Dunne: Oh.
Nick Dunne: She’d never flown a kite.
Margo Dunne: Okay.
Nick Dunne: Anyway. Year four, flowers. She led me outside to the dying rosebush in the backyard.
Margo Dunne: That’s symbolic.
Nick Dunne: Yeah.

Margo Dunne: What’s the gift for five?
Nick Dunne: Wood.
Margo Dunne: So, what did you get her?
Nick Dunne: There’s no good gift for wood.
Margo Dunne: I know! Go home, fuck her brains out, slap her with your penis. “There’s some wood for you, bitch.”
[the bar phone rings and Margo answers]
Margo Dunne: The Bar. Why, yes. Hang on one second.
[to Nick]
Margo Dunne: Hey, it’s watchful Wally.
[Nick takes the phone]
Nick Dunne: Hey, Walt. What’s going on?
[Nick listens for a moment before replying]
Nick Dunne: Oh. Thanks very much. I’ll be right there. Alright, bye-bye.

[Nick returns home, and goes over to the cat that’s sitting outside on the front lawn]
Nick Dunne: Hey, buddy. What are you doing out here?
[he looks across at his neighbor, Walt, who’s on his front porch]
Nick Dunne: Thanks, Walt!
[Nick picks up the cat, enters into the house and sets the cat down]
Nick Dunne: Ame?
[getting no answer he enters the living room and sees the table flipped over and the glass surface shattered, outside Walt hears Nick frantically calling out for Amy]
Nick Dunne: Amy!

[after calling the police Detective Rhonda Boney and Officer Jim Gilpin arrive at the house]
Detective Rhonda Boney: Hello?
Nick Dunne: Come on in. Hey.
Detective Rhonda Boney: Mr. Dunne.
Nick Dunne: Hi.
Detective Rhonda Boney: I’m Detective Rhonda Boney, this is officer James Gilpin. We understand there are concerns about your wife.
Nick Dunne: I don’t know where my wife is. And I came home to this.
[he shows them the overturned table and shattered glass in the living room]
Nick Dunne: Now, I don’t panic easily, but it’s weird, right?
Detective Rhonda Boney: Mind if we look around?
Nick Dunne: Please.
[Nick escorts Rhonda and Gilpin up the stairs]
Detective Rhonda Boney: How long have you two been here?
Nick Dunne: Two years in September. We used to live in New York.
Officer James Gilpin: City?
Nick Dunne: Yeah, I was a writer. We were both writers.
Detective Rhonda Boney: Why did y’all move back here?
Nick Dunne: My mom got sick.
Detective Rhonda Boney: Oh, I’m sorry. How is she?
Nick Dunne: She’s dead.
Detective Rhonda Boney: I’m so sorry.

[Nick shows Rhonda and Gilpin their bedroom]
Detective Rhonda Boney: What do you do now, for work?
Nick Dunne: My sister Margo and I own the bar downtown.
Detective Rhonda Boney: Oh, The Bar. Love the name. Very meta.
Nick Dunne: Thanks.
[Rhonda looks around the room]
Detective Rhonda Boney: Pretty things.
[Rhonda and Gilpin walks out of the room; to the cat, who’s sitting on the bed]
Nick Dunne: Stay.
[Nick closes the door, he points to another room]
Nick Dunne: My office, here.
[Rhonda notices the ironing table out with a dress on it, she walks over to it]
Detective Rhonda Boney: Beautiful dress.
[she notices the iron is hot and unplugs it]
Detective Rhonda Boney: Date night?
Nick Dunne: It’s our anniversary.
Detective Rhonda Boney: Mm.
[Rhonda turns and notices another room]
Nick Dunne: It’s a guest bedroom, there. Cat’s room on the end. I checked up here.
[Rhonda places a yellow post-it on the ironing shelf]

[walking into the kitchen]
Nick Dunne: This is the kitchen, obviously. This is the, uh…
[Nick notices Rhonda and Gilpin looking at the kitchen, Rhonda sees a speck of blood on the oven hood and places a yellow post-it on it, Nick takes them to the next room]
Nick Dunne: This is my wife’s office. Amy’s office.
[Rhonda looks around and notices Amy’s degrees from Harvard and Yale on the wall]
Detective Rhonda Boney: Wow. Impressive gal.
Nick Dunne: Yeah. Should I be concerned?
[Rhonda then sees the poster of “Amazing Amy”, and the book series]
Detective Rhonda Boney: I remember these. I loved these books.
[Rhonda looks down and sees photo of Amy when she was younger with framed picture illustration from the book next to it]
Detective Rhonda Boney: Wait a minute. Your wife is Amazing Amy?
Nick Dunne: Yeah. She is.
Detective Rhonda Boney: Wow.

[we see Amy writing in her diary dated February 24th, 2007]
Amy Dunne: [voice over] Amazing-fucking-Amy is getting fucking married. That’s how the night started. With me, regular, flawed, real Amy, jealous, as always, of the golden child. Perfect, brilliant, Amazing Amy, who’s getting fucking married.
[flashback to Nick and Amy are at an Amazing Amy launch party held by her parents Rand and Marybeth]
Amy Dunne: When I was ten, I quit cello. In the next book, Amazing Amy became a prodigy.
[sees poster of teen Amazing Amy playing volleyball]
Nick Dunne: Did you play volleyball?
Amy Dunne: I got cut freshman year. She made varsity.
[seeing another poster of Amazing Amy with a dog]
Nick Dunne: When did you have a dog?
Amy Dunne: She got the dog. Puddles made her more relatable.
Nick Dunne: Wow. I love your parents, but they really can be assholes.

Rand Elliott: Nick!
Nick Dunne: Sir!
Rand Elliott: Hey, thanks for coming, man.
[puts his arm around Nick]
Nick Dunne: No problem.
Rand Elliott: Hey, sweetheart.
[Kisses Amy on the cheek]
Rand Elliott: Big night for your mom. It would mean so much if you would talk to a few reporters, bloggers, give them a little Amy color. People want to hear from you.
Amy Dunne: We can’t stay long.
Rand Elliott: Fantastic. Fifteen minutes, tops.
[Randy turns and walks off]
Amy Dunne: This is why I have my brownstone. My trust fund. I know I can’t complain.
Nick Dunne: Your parents literally plagiarized your childhood.
Amy Dunne: No, they improved upon it, and then peddled it to the masses.

[walking over to Marybeth]
Marybeth Elliott: I thought you were gonna wear white to match the wedding theme.
Amy Dunne: I thought that would be creepy.
Marybeth Elliott: “If it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing…”
Nick Dunne: Hold up! I know how this ends. Don’t…don’t tell me.
Marybeth Elliott: You’re very cute, Nick. Amy, you know what would make dad’s night.
Amy Dunne: Oh, I’m on it.
[Marybeth walks away]
Amy Dunne: I love having strangers pick at my scabs.
[Nick kisses her]

[Amy is sat at a table with reporters and bloggers]
Earnest Girl: I’m curious whether It’s difficult for you to see Amazing Amy heading down the aisle.
Fashionista: And this big party celebrating this fictional wedding.
Nervous Intern: Because it’s my understanding you are not married.
Above-It-All Journalist: Is that correct?
Amy Dunne: Correct. Amazing Amy has always been one step ahead of me.
[Nick steps in pretending to be a reporter]
Nick Dunne: Excuse me. I’m sorry, I just have a few questions.
[he sits next to Amy who pretends to be surprised]
Amy Dunne: It’s you.
Nick Dunne: I’m here in a strictly journalistic capacity.
[Nick takes out a pen and pad]

Nick Dunne: Now, you had the distinct pleasure of dating Nick Dunne for how long?
Amy Dunne: Two magical years.
Nick Dunne: Two magical years. In the course of that time, you’ve had the opportunity to perform such gracious gestures as not correcting Nick when he pronounced “quinoa” as “kwin-o-a.”
Amy Dunne: An understandable mistake.
Nick Dunne: He also thought it was a fish.
Amy Dunne: He thinks Velveeta is a cheese.
Nick Dunne: You also manage to appear shocked and delighted when Nick’s elderly mother breaks into an impromptu rendition of New York, New York, every time she sees you.
[Amy croons]
Amy Dunne: These bag of bone shoes
Nick Dunne: That’s just frightening.

Nick Dunne: You also bought Nick his very first pair of scissors.
Amy Dunne: And matching stapler.
Nick Dunne: Amy Elliott, you are more than amazing. You are brilliant, yet entirely un-snobby. You challenge me. You surprise me. And, fun fact for the readers, you have a world-class vagina. gone-girl-3
[Amy and the other reporters sat around the table laugh]
Nick Dunne: Now, my colleagues tell me that you are not yet married. Is that correct?
Amy Dunne: I’m not.
Nick Dunne: Isn’t it time we fixed that?
[he opens his pad to reveal a ring between the pages]
Amy Dunne: [voice over] And then, the night wasn’t so bad anymore.
[Amy kisses Nick]

[Nick is a the police station having his mouth and skin swabbed for DNA samples]
Detective Rhonda Boney: And it’s done. Crossed off the list. Now, normally, we would not treat this as a missing persons case so quick, but given the scene at your house, and given our spike in violent crime of late, we are gonna take this very, very seriously.
Nick Dunne: Okay. Good.
Detective Rhonda Boney: So we’ve got forensics over at your place. You got somewhere to stay?
Nick Dunne: Uh…yeah, I could stay at my sister’s.
Detective Rhonda Boney: Okay. We’re tracking Amy’s phone, her credit cards. We will organize searches, put up flyers. We’re gonna hold a press conference tomorrow.
Nick Dunne: You’re having a press conference?
Detective Rhonda Boney: Yeah. We wanna get the word out, right?
Nick Dunne: Yeah, it’s just all of a sudden, I feel like I’m on a Law & Order episode.
[he starts singing the theme tune to Law & Order]

Detective Rhonda Boney: Now, uh…time is of the essence in these cases. But, that said, do you want to wait and call a lawyer?
Nick Dunne: Absolutely not. I just wanna help.
Detective Rhonda Boney: Okay. So, you and Amy have been here two years.
You tend bar…
Nick Dunne: I own The Bar. And I teach creative writing at MVCC.
Detective Rhonda Boney: No kids?
Nick Dunne: Not yet.
Detective Rhonda Boney: So, what does Amy do most days? A woman with all those degrees, what does she do?
Nick Dunne: I don’t know. She keeps busy.
Detective Rhonda Boney: Doing what?
Nick Dunne: I mean, she’s a voracious reader. So, she’s always got a book in her hand.
Detective Rhonda Boney: Well, days can get long. I mean I know a few housewives, that evening glass of wine starts coming at noon. Or prescription pills.
Officer James Gilpin: Just last week, we had a soccer mom. Nice lady. Got her teeth kicked in over some Oxycontin.
Detective Rhonda Boney: Ever since that mall went bust, half the town is out of work. We cannot keep up with the drug violence.
Nick Dunne: Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s not it.

Detective Rhonda Boney: Has Amy got friends we can talk to?
Nick Dunne: Um…no, not really.
Detective Rhonda Boney: No friends? This whole town?
Nick Dunne: She was very close with my mom, before she passed away. And you know, we have a pretty serious homeless problem in our neighborhood. I think maybe you guys should check that out.
Officer James Gilpin: We’ll look into that.
Detective Rhonda Boney: So you got to the bar around 11:00 today. Where were you before that? Just to cross that out.
Nick Dunne: Well, I was home. I left at 9:30, I got a cup of coffee, a newspaper. I went to Sawyer Beach and read the news.
Detective Rhonda Boney: Did you visit with anyone there?
Nick Dunne: Well, I mean I kind of go to Sawyer Beach for the solitude.

Detective Rhonda Boney: So, your wife has no friends here. Is she kind of standoffish? Ivy League? Rubs people the wrong way?
Nick Dunne: She’s from New York. She’s complicated. She’s got very high standards.
Detective Rhonda Boney: Type A? Well that can make you crazy if you’re not like that. You seem pretty laid-back. Type B. Speaking of which, Amy’s blood type?
Nick Dunne: God, I don’t know. I’d have to look it up at the house.
Detective Rhonda Boney: You don’t know if she has friends, you don’t know what she does all day and you don’t know your wife’s blood type.
Officer James Gilpin: Sure y’all are married?
Nick Dunne: I…I…maybe it’s type O.
Detective Rhonda Boney: Where are her folks? New York?
Nick Dunne: Yeah.
Detective Rhonda Boney: Can they get here in time for this press conference tomorrow?
Nick Dunne: Tomorrow? I have no idea. I haven’t talked to them.
Detective Rhonda Boney: You haven’t called your wife’s parents yet?
Nick Dunne: I mean you can’t get a signal in this building. I’ve been in here talking to you.
Detective Rhonda Boney: Well call them, please, Nick. Now.
Nick Dunne: Fine.
[Nick walks out of the room]
Officer James Gilpin: Should I know my wife’s blood type?
Detective Rhonda Boney: No.

[Nick’s on the phone to Marybeth]
Nick Dunne: I apologize, Marybeth. I didn’t know what was going on. You know, now I’m at the station and the cops are at the house, and it’s serious and I’m calling you.
[Rhonda starts walking towards Nick]
Nick Dunne: There’s a lot of things that are being juggled right now. I’m standing right next to Detective Rhonda Boney, who’s the lead investigator on this and she’s…
[to Rhonda]
Nick Dunne: My mother-in-law would like to speak with you.
[Rhonda takes the phone from Nick]
Detective Rhonda Boney: This is Detective Boney.
[just then Nick hears his father, Bill in the next room talking to a police officer]
Bill Dunne: I wanna go home. I don’t know why I have to be here. I don’t wanna be here. I wanna go home.

[Nick goes over to Bill]
Nick Dunne: Dad?
[to the female officer]
Nick Dunne: What…? This is my father. What’s going on?
Female Officer: Really? You’re Nick Dunne? We’ve been trying to get a hold of you all afternoon.
Nick Dunne: I’ve been right there. My wife is missing.
Bill Dunne: Bitch.
Nick Dunne: Don’t.
Female Officer: Your father wandered out of Comfort Hill after lunch. We found him walking route 79, disoriented. We’ve been trying to call you for the last three and a half…
Nick Dunne: I don’t get a cell signal in this building. I’ve been sitting twenty feet away from you with two other police officers!
[Rhonda stands by the doorway and listens]
Female Officer: Sir, please don’t take that tone with me.
Bill Dunne: Stupid, dumb, ugly bitch.
Nick Dunne: Dad, stop.
Detective Rhonda Boney: You wanna drive him home?
Nick Dunne: I think that’d be wise. Thanks.

[as Nick drives Bill back to Comfort Hill, he makes a call which goes straight to voice mail]
Nick Dunne: Fuck.
[Nick pulls up at Comfort Hill and tries to help Bill]
Bill Dunne: Get your fucking hands off me.
[to one of the Comfort Hill employee’s who’s coming over to get Bill]
Nick Dunne: Thanks.

[we see Amy writing in her diary dated July 5th, 2009]
Amy Dunne: [voice over] Everyone told us and told us and told us – marriage is hard work. And compromise and more work. “Abandon all hope, ye who enter.” Well, it’s not true. Not for me and Nick.
[we see Nick taking Amy to the library into a quiet area]
Amy Dunne: [voice over] With us, two years. It’s just good.
[Nick takes out a book from the shelf]
Nick Dunne: Austen. Mm. You were an alienated teen and only Elizabeth Bennet understood you.
[he pulls out an envelope from inside the book]
Nick Dunne: Look at that. My God.
[Amy laughs]
Nick Dunne: You…you naughty minx.
Amy Dunne: Well, technically, we are supposed to fuck at the next stop.
Nick Dunne: Yeah, in keeping with tradition.
Amy Dunne: But I might be willing to bend the rules this once.
Nick Dunne: God bless Jane Austen.
[they star having sex]

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[later Nick and Amy are at a Chinese restaurant]
Nick Dunne: I’m enthusiastic. Look at that. It’s confirmed by the…
[a waiter interrupts them brining Nick a box]
Nick Dunne: Thank you.
Amy Dunne: Year two, cotton.
[Nick opens the box to find an expensive looking sheet]
Amy Dunne: We had that joke that our sex was too good for ordinary. So, these are two thousand thread-count…
[Nick takes out the exact same sheet from his backpack and show it to Amy]
Amy Dunne: We’re so cute. I wanna punch us in the face.
Nick Dunne: That’s pretty great.
[Nick gives her the sheets]
Nick Dunne: I mean, that is pretty great.

[Nick is at Margo’s place making up the couch to sleep for the night]
Margo Dunne: Did they ask if you wanted a lawyer?
Nick Dunne: I don’t need a lawyer. Here, I’ll do this.
Margo Dunne: Well, did they ask personal stuff about Amy?
Nick Dunne: You know, they asked like why didn’t she have any friends?
Margo Dunne: What did you say?
Nick Dunne: I said she was complicated.
Margo Dunne: Nick! Everyone knows “complicated” is code for “bitch.”
[Nick’s phone buzzes, he looks at it and puts it back in his pocket]
Margo Dunne: God. I feel sick.
[Margo hands Nick a drink]
Nick Dunne: Thanks.
Margo Dunne: It’s so bizarre. It seems like the kind of thing that would happen to Amy. She always attracts…
Nick Dunne: Drama? You can say it. It’s just me and you.
Margo Dunne: Just because I don’t like to be around Amy doesn’t mean I don’t care about her. Anyway, whoever took her is bound to bring her back.

[Rhonda and Gilpin pull up at Nick and Amy’s house, a pregnant woman walks over to them]
Noelle Hawthorne: Detective? Excuse me. I’m Noelle Hawthorne. I’m Amy’s best friend.
Detective Rhonda Boney: Well, great. Where do you live, Noelle?
Noelle Hawthorne: Five doors down, 1032.
Detective Rhonda Boney: Wonderful. I would love to talk to you. Can I come by in half an hour?
Noelle Hawthorne: Y’all know anything yet?
Detective Rhonda Boney: I’m sorry. I got guys on the clock in here. But you give me thirty minutes.
Noelle Hawthorne: But that’s usually bath time.
Detective Rhonda Boney: Well, we’ll talk in between shampoos.
[Rhonda and Gilpin walk into the house; to one of the forensics guys]
Detective Rhonda Boney: Alright. So, what do you got?
Donnelly: Well, it was definitely blood spatter you saw in the kitchen. Normally, kitchen, knives, food prep, not that weird. But that is awfully high, so I’m gonna order a luminol sweep.
Detective Rhonda Boney: Well, okay.

[looking at the information he’s just received on his phone]
Officer James Gilpin: Mm. Interesting.
Detective Rhonda Boney: What’s that?
Officer James Gilpin: House is rented in her name. Car’s in her name. Credit cards, utilities, phone bill, all in her name. Even his bar’s in her name.
Detective Rhonda Boney: I don’t know that that’s so surprising.
Officer James Gilpin: No, but it is humiliating.
[they go over to a police officer in Amy’s walk-in closet]
Detective Rhonda Boney: What you got?
Officer: It’s with her unmentionables.
[Rhonda walks over to the drawers and talks out an envelope]
Detective Rhonda Boney: Well, we have our first clue.
[she holds up the envelop which has “Clue One” written on it]

[July 6th, One Day Gone – Nick is asleep on the couch when Margo wakes him by pressing a coke can to his forehead and shaking an aspirin bottle]
Nick Dunne: I have to take a shower.
Margo Dunne: No, don’t. You’ve been up all night. You wanna look like you’ve been up all night. Hey, be careful today, okay?
Nick Dunne: That’s a weird thing to say.
Margo Dunne: Well, when you’re upset, you bottle up. You can seem angry, like…
Nick Dunne: Please don’t say like Dad.
Margo Dunne: Or else you swing into your mama’s boy charm offensive and that can feel glib, so…
Nick Dunne: Perfect. I’ll balance on the exact fucking edge of your emotional razor.
Margo Dunne: Okay. Just be…
Nick Dunne: Myself?

[Nick and Margo enter the police station]
Detective Rhonda Boney: Your in-laws made it.
[Nick walks over to Rand and Marybeth]
Nick Dunne: Hi, Rand.
Rand Elliott: Hey, man.
[to Margo]
Detective Rhonda Boney: I’m Detective Boney.
Margo Dunne: I’m the twin. Margo.
[Rand embraces Nick]
Marybeth Elliott: We played tennis yesterday, Nick! I just can’t get over it.
Nick Dunne: Look, Marybeth, I am really sorry.
Marybeth Elliott: I knew you never should have moved back here.
Nick Dunne: We didn’t have a lot of choice.
Rand Elliott: We are all worried. We are all scared. But we are all here now. And we will find Amy, together.
[he pulls in Marybeth into the hug with Nick]

[Nick, and Amy’s parents walk over to the press conference area]
Nick Dunne: Should I just go first, and then you guys can say something?
[Rand nods his head and Nick addresses the press]
Nick Dunne: As you know, my wife, Amy Elliott Dunne disappeared from our home on the morning of July 5th under suspicious circumstances.
Press Reporter: Louder!
[Nick speaks a little louder]
Nick Dunne: If anyone out there, uh…has any information, please come forward. Thank you.
[Gilpin looks confused at Nick’s abrupt ending, Rand then addresses the press]
Rand Elliott: I’m Rand Elliott. My wife, Marybeth Elliott.
[quietly to Margo]
Nick Dunne: Should I have said my name?
[Margo shakes her head]
Rand Elliott: Amy is our only child. She’s bright, she’s beautiful, she’s kind. She really is Amazing Amy. And, you know, there are millions of people out there who grew up with her and care about her. We care about her, we love her and we just want her back.

[Marybeth then addresses the press]
Marybeth Elliott: Amy is a decorated scholar. She forged a successful career in journalism. She returned here to her husband’s hometown and she made a life in her adopted home. Now, Amy needs your help. We’re establishing a volunteer headquarters at the Drury Lodge. We have a hotline, 1-855-4-Amy-tips. And our website is www.FindAmazingAmy.com.
Press Reporter #1: Mr. Dunne!
Press Reporter #2: Mr. Elliott! gone-girl-9
Press Reporter #3: Mr. Dunne, any signs of foul play?
Press Reporter #4: Mr. Elliott, when was the last time you spoke to your daughter?
[Nick poses next to Amy’s photo as the press takes photos]
Press Reporter #5: Smile.
[Nick, unwisely, smiles as the press take their photos, then Amy’s parents pose next to Amy’s photo looking devastated]
Detective Rhonda Boney: That’s all for now. Thank you.

[Nick and Amy’s parents are sat in a conference room with Rhonda and Gilpin]
Rand Elliott: Amy is the kind of girl who attracts admirers. Right, Nick?
Nick Dunne: Yeah, definitely.
Rand Elliott: And we’ve had instances where things got…
Marybeth Elliott: Scary. Do you know about Desi Collings?
Nick Dunne: Yeah, I know all about Desi Collings.
Marybeth Elliott: He was obsessed. He attempted suicide after Amy broke up with him sophomore year.
[she gives Rhonda an old prom photo of Amy and Desi together]
Marybeth Elliott: We had to file a restraining order. gone-girl-5
Detective Rhonda Boney: This would be high school? Twenty years ago?
Marybeth Elliott: But he recently moved to St. Louis. That’s just two hours away.
Nick Dunne: To be fair, he is from St. Louis.
Rand Elliott: We also have Tommy O’Hara. This is only eight years ago, in New York. She broke up with him, he got very physical. She filed charges.
Detective Rhonda Boney: What was the charge? Sexual assault, threat, battery, what?
Rand Elliott: I only know it was bad.
Nick Dunne: I didn’t know this.
Detective Rhonda Boney: Okay. Thank you. Uh…anything more recent?
Nick Dunne: Not that I know of.

[as they leave the conference room]
Detective Rhonda Boney: Hey, Nick? You got a minute?
Nick Dunne: Yeah.
[Rhonda walks into her and Gilpin’s office with Nick following behind her]
Detective Rhonda Boney: Imagine our confusion. A missing persons case and in your wife’s dressing room, we find an envelope marked “clue.”
Nick Dunne: That’s for our anniversary. My wife does these treasure hunts.
Detective Rhonda Boney: I’m hoping you can tell me what this means.
Nick Dunne: You want to solve Amy’s treasure hunt?
Detective Rhonda Boney: It’ll help me track Amy’s movements before she disappeared.
Nick Dunne: Of course, okay.
[Nick reads Amy’s clue]
Nick Dunne: “Although this spot couldn’t be tighter, it’s a cozy room for my favorite writer.”
[Nick thinks for a moment]
Nick Dunne: I know this one!

Amy Dunne: [voice over] “Although this spot couldn’t be any tighter, it’s a cozy room for my favorite writer. After-school meeting? Don’t mind if I do. Maybe I’ll teach you a thing or two.”
[Nick takes Rhonda and Gilpin to his office at the college and they find another envelope with “Clue Two” written on it on Nick’s computer]
Detective Rhonda Boney: Well, well. What does it say?
Nick Dunne: Clue two. “Hey, handsome man, let’s go undercover. You’ll be the spy, and I’ll be his lover. Let’s head on over to the little brown house. We’ll play hot, doting husband, sweet, loving spouse.”
[Rhonda looks around finds a woman’s red lacy thong]
Detective Rhonda Boney: These yours?
Nick Dunne: No. You read the first clue.
Detective Rhonda Boney: Randy Professor, naughty student. I blush.
[Rhonda puts the thong into an evidence bag]
Detective Rhonda Boney: Me and my ex just swapped cards. Where’s this little brown house?
Nick Dunne: I have no idea.
[Rhonda takes the envelope from Nick]

[Nick pulls up outside his father’s house, he enters and the alarm starts beeping, Nick tries to put in the code but the alarm goes off, at the same time the phone rings]
Nick Dunne: Hello? Nicholas Dunne. Under my father’s name, William Dunne.
[he spots an envelope with “Clue Three” written on it on the kitchen table and takes it]
Nick Dunne: My wife’s first pet? Is this necessary? Can you just turn the… Yeah, I know. It’s, um… it’s…it’s, uh…uh…it’s Puddles, right? Or it’s Poodles?
[just then he notices Rhonda entering the house, she speaks into her radio]
Detective Rhonda Boney: We’re good.
[the alarm is turned off]
Detective Rhonda Boney: Hello, stranger. Fancy meeting you here. It’s your dad’s house, right?
Nick Dunne: Are you following me?
Detective Rhonda Boney: What you doing?
Nick Dunne: Like you said, it’s my dad’s house. I come by once a week, make sure the place hasn’t burned down. But it looks okay. I’ll walk you out.
[they walk out of the house]
Detective Rhonda Boney: You know, I thought maybe this was the little brown house. From the clue.
Nick Dunne: Nope. Still blue.
[Nick walks over to his car, gets in and drives off]

[Nick pulls up at Margo’s and reads Amy’s third clue]
Amy Dunne: [voice over] Picture me, I’m a girl who’s very, very bad. I need to be punished, and by punished, I mean had. It’s where you keep goodies for anniversary five.
[Nick reads out the last line]
Nick Dunne: So open the door, and look alive.
[he hits his steering wheel in anger]
Nick Dunne: Bitch!

[we see Amy writing in her diary dated July 18th, 2010]
Amy Dunne: [voice over] Want to test your marriage for weak spots? Add one recession. Subtract two jobs. It’s surprisingly effective.
[flashback to Amy and Nick one night in their apartment]
Promise me we’ll never be like them.
Nick Dunne: Like who?
Amy Dunne: All those awful couples we know. Those wives who treat their men like dancing monkeys, to be trained and paraded.
Nick Dunne: Husbands who treat their wives like the highway patrol, to be out-foxed and avoided. I think I’m gonna be laid off.
Amy Dunne: We’re in a recession. If it happens, we’ll deal with it. I’ll probably be next. We have each other. Everything else is background noise.
Nick Dunne: You are exceptional.

Amy Dunne: My turn. My parents’ publisher dropped them and they’re in debt up to their ears.
Nick Dunne: That’s terrible.
Amy Dunne: And they need to borrow from my trust fund.
Nick Dunne: How much?
Amy Dunne: Almost a million.
Nick Dunne: That’s almost all of it.
Amy Dunne: This is where you say, “Everything else is background noise.”
Nick Dunne: Amy, if you’re laid off and I’m laid off…
Amy Dunne: I said I’d do it.
Nick Dunne: Without talking to me?
Amy Dunne: Well, it’s…
Nick Dunne: Your call.
Amy Dunne: …their money, technically.
Nick Dunne: You know what? You’re right. Everything else is just background noise.
[they kiss and Amy lies beside him]

[Amy walks into their apartment and sees Nick sitting on the couch playing a video game]
Amy Dunne: More games?
Nick Dunne: Yeah, I just wanted to shoot some folks.
[Amy holds up a new laptop box]
Amy Dunne: What’s the laptop for?
Nick Dunne: Laptopping.
[Amy starts clearing the table]
Nick Dunne: Oh, I see. You can give your parents eight hundred and seventy-nine thousand dollars without talking to me, but God forbid I buy a video game without getting your permission.
Amy Dunne: You are spending a lot.
Nick Dunne: You don’t trust me, you don’t trust my judgment. You certainly don’t trust my intention.
Amy Dunne: What are you talking about?
Nick Dunne: Well that’s the basic tenet of a prenup, isn’t it?
Amy Dunne: Why are you throwing that in my face again?
Nick Dunne: Because it’s easy to throw.

Amy Dunne: Nick, I don’t get it. I don’t get why you’re daring me to be someone I don’t wanna be. The nagging shrew. The controlling bitch. I’m not that person. I’m your wife.
Nick Dunne: I’m sorry. I just don’t know how to do this, I’ve never not had a job. I flipped burgers, I painted houses. I don’t…
Amy Dunne: You’ll get another job.
[just then the phone rings and Nick answers]
Nick Dunne: Hi, Go. What? Hold on. What?
Amy Dunne: [voice over] And suddenly…
Nick Dunne: Slow down, what is it?
Amy Dunne: [voice over] I knew everything was about to get worse.
Nick Dunne: Okay, tell me what’s wrong.

[July 7th, Two Days Gone; Nick enters the volunteer center where it’s busy full of people, Nick greets some people but finds Amy’s parents and some of his neighbors giving him a funny look]
Margo Dunne: You look like hammered shit.
Nick Dunne: Thank you.
[Nick walks over to Rhonda; referring to Desi Collings]
Nick Dunne: You ever see that guy in the glasses before?
Detective Rhonda Boney: Don’t worry, we videotape everybody that comes in and out of these things. I mean, you tend to get a lot of…
Nick Dunne: Do-gooders?
Detective Rhonda Boney: Freaks. Hey, I meant to ask you. Noelle Hawthorne? She lives on your street. Amy’s best friend.
Nick Dunne: I’ve never heard the name Noelle Hawthorne.
Detective Rhonda Boney: She and her husband have triplets.
Nick Dunne: Oh. Yeah, we might say hi to them on the street. But best friend? No. Excuse me, one sec.
[Nick goes over to a homeless guy to give him a bag of food to go]

Detective Rhonda Boney: He acted like Noelle was a complete stranger.
Officer James Gilpin: Of course he did.
[they look over at Nick who’s putting bagels into the homeless guy’s food bag]
Nick Dunne: Look, these two are yours.
Officer James Gilpin: Oh, look. He’s being a good guy so everybody can see him being a good guy.
Detective Rhonda Boney: Oh, you really don’t like him, do you?
Officer James Gilpin: What’s to like?

[Nick notices Desi leaving the volunteer center and goes to follow him down the hallway but he’s interrupted by his phone buzzing, he answers it when a woman approaches him]
Shawna Kelly: Nick? I just wanted to introduce myself. My name’s Shawna Kelly. I am so sorry for your troubles.
Nick Dunne: Thank you. That’s kind.
Shawna Kelly: Are you remembering to eat?
Nick Dunne: Well, a lot of cold cuts.
Shawna Kelly: I’m gonna fix you up my world-famous chicken frito pie.
Nick Dunne: Well, that’s very kind and very unnecessary.
Shawna Kelly: You have to keep your strength.
[she pats his arm in comfort]
Shawna Kelly: Would you…
[she stands next to him and hold up her phone to take a photo]
Shawna Kelly: Say, “Chicken Frito Pie!”
[Nick smiles and she takes the photo]
Nick Dunne: Um…you know what? Would you delete that picture for me?
Shawna Kelly: No, it’s a nice photo.
Nick Dunne: I know it is. But just do me a favor, will you? Would you go ahead and please delete that picture? You just press…
[he leans in to hit delete on her phone, but Shawna pulls back her hand]
Shawna Kelly: What is wrong with you?
Nick Dunne: Could you please not share that with anyone?
Shawna Kelly: I will share it with whomever I please.
[she walks past him down the hallway]

[Nick walks back into the volunteer center]
Margo Dunne: Dude.
Nick Dunne: Yeah?
Margo Dunne: Marybeth is pissed.
Nick Dunne: Why?
[Nick finds Marybeth walking along the beach]
Nick Dunne: Marybeth?
Marybeth Elliott: It’s like you’re the goddamn Homecoming King.
Nick Dunne: It was important to my mother that I be polite, I be considerate, I be a gentleman.
Marybeth Elliott: Well it looked like you were having fun.
Nick Dunne: I am in a nightmare! All I’m trying to do is be nice to the people who are volunteering to help find Amy.
Marybeth Elliott: You’re right. And I’m sorry.
[looking around her]
Marybeth Elliott: My God, this place literally smells like feces.

[at Nick and Amy’s house]
Detective Rhonda Boney: In your searches, did you find any golf clubs, real fancy?
Officer: No.
Detective Rhonda Boney: How about a brand new Stratocaster?
Officer: No, nothing like that.
Detective Rhonda Boney: Well, alright.
[she goes to Amy’s walk-in closet]
Detective Rhonda Boney: How big’s that TV? It’s not 65-inch.
Officer: No, it’s nowhere near that.
Detective Rhonda Boney: Okay. Kibble?
Officer: Excuse me?
Detective Rhonda Boney: He asked me to feed his cat.
Officer: Oh, I saw some in the pantry.

[the doorbell rings and Noelle calls out]
Noelle Hawthorne: Detective Boney, Officer Gilpin? Noelle Hawthorne! I know y’all are in there!
[she rings the doorbell several time again, Rhonda speaks into her radio]
Detective Rhonda Boney: Would you please escort Miss Hawthorne and her children back out to the street?
Noelle Hawthorne: Detective Boney!
[an officer comes up behind her to escort her away]
Detective Rhonda Boney: Just remind her it is a possible crime scene.
[we see a search for Amy being conducted around the town]

[Margo is watching the news on TV in her living room]
Ellen Abbott: Look at that pie-eating grin, from a guy whose wife is missing.
[Abbot points to Nick’s photo where he’s grinning standing next to Amy’s photo, just then Nick enters the house and Margo stops the program]
Margo Dunne: How are you doing?
Nick Dunne: Terrific.
Margo Dunne: How’s Marybeth?
Nick Dunne: She’s a wreck.
Margo Dunne: And you?
Nick Dunne: Awesome.
Margo Dunne: Hey, have you told me everything?
Nick Dunne: Of course.
Margo Dunne: Everything?
Nick Dunne: Why would you even ask me that?
Margo Dunne: Ever since you walked into the bar that morning Amy went missing, you seem like…off.
Nick Dunne: I am off. Everybody’s examining me and projecting their shit on me. All I want is to come over here, have a beer with you and not be judged. Can we do that?
Margo Dunne: Of course.