A Beautiful Mind Quotes (2001)
Nash: Adam Smith… was wrong.
Nash: My quest has taken me through the physical, the metaphysical, the delusional and back…
Bender: Hey, look, you made the cover of Fortune… again…
Helinger: Mathematicians won the war. Mathematicians broke the Japanese codes… and built the A-bomb. Mathematicians… like you. The stated goal of the Soviets is global Communism. In medicine or economics, in technology or space, battle lines are being drawn. To triumph, we need results. Publishable, applicable results. Now who among you will be the next Morse? The next Einstein? Who among you will be the vanguard of democracy, freedom, and discovery? Today, we bequeath America’s future into your able hands. Welcome to Princeton, gentlemen.
Bender: What did the doctor say?
Sol: Is he sick?
Alicia: I don’t know. I want to see what John’s been working on.
Sol: Alicia, you know you can’t go in his office.
Bender: You know it’s classified, Alicia.
[Alicia keeps going]
Bender: Stop!
[as Bender tries to stop her, she turns around and slaps him]
Dr. Rosen: My name is Rosen, Dr. Rosen. I am a psychiatrist.
Nash: This class will be a waste of your – and what is infinitely worse – my time.
General: You ever… just *know* something, Dr. Nash?
Nash: Constantly.
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 meets Charles' niece]
Nash: She’s so small.
Charles: Well, she’s young, John. That’s how they come.
Parcher: Conviction, it turns out, is a luxury of those on the sidelines, Mr. Nash.
Nash: Well, Martin Hansen. It is Martin, isn’t it?
Hansen: Why yes, John, it is.
Nash: I assume you’ve gotten quite used to miscalculation. I read your pre-prints. Both of ‘em. One on Nazi scientists and the other one on, uh… non-linear equations, and I’m extremely confident that there’s not one seminal or innovative idea in either one of them… Enjoy your punch.
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.
Nash: It looks like you won after all.
Hansen: No. They were wrong, John. No one wins.
Charles: [offering Nash a flask of whiskey] Listen. If we can’t break the ice, how ’bout we drown it?
Alicia: God must be a painter. Why else would we have so many colors?
Nash: You wanted to see if I was crazy and would screw everything up if I actually won.
Charles: When’s the last time you ate? You know… food.
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.
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.
Alicia: You want to know what’s real? This…
[putting her hand on his heart and his hand on her face]
Alicia: … this is real.
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.
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: [to Alicia] You are the reason I am. You are all my reasons.
Dr. Rosen: You can’t reason your way out of this!
Nash: Why not? Why can’t I?
Dr. Rosen: Because your mind is where the problem is in the first place!
Charles: Her husband was too drunk to know he was too drunk to drive.
Charles: Nothing’s ever for sure, John. That’s the only sure thing I do know.
Hansen: So how about it, Nash? You scared?
Nash: Terrified… mortified… petrified… stupefied… by you.
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: Classes will dull your mind, destroy the potential for authentic creativity.
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.
John Nash: I have respect for beer.
John Nash: I don’t have time for these classes and these books, memorizing the weak assumptions of lesser mortals.
Alicia Nash: Give me a moment to redefine my girlish notions of romance.
Alicia Nash: Excuse me we have a little problem here. It is extremely hot when the windows are closed and extremely noisy with them open.
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