Nash Quotes in Inception (2010)

Arthur: Asshole! How did you mess up the carpet?

Nash: It wasn't my fault.

Arthur: You're the architect!

Nash: I didn't know he was going to rub his damn cheek on it!

Garfield: You talk funny Nash. Where you from?

Nash: Lots of different places.

Nash: Fucking technology

[clutches his wound Kate gave him]

Nash: Bitch

Nash: You had to be here

Emil Balan: I've been waiting ten years for this... for what they did too my wife

Nash: How far will the blast radius be?

[last lines]

Emil Balan: Not far

Nash: Good

[stabs him]

[last lines]

Nash: Kate...

Kate Abbott: Times up!

[stamps on his hands making him slide down and over a sky scraper roof plunging into Times Square far below]

Nash: [on the upcoming bombing] For Emil it's personal but for you it's all about greed

Pavlou: For a hundred million it's a lot more than that

Nero Franks, Trevor: The fire works in Dubai... that was you, wasn't it?

Nash: [stabs him in the ear] You shouldn't have asked about that thing in Dubai.

Nash: You're not supposed to smoke in here.

Brant: What are you going to do, shoot me?

Nash: I finally said fuck it, I'll take the law into my own hands, so I broke into the peado's house at four in the morning and I smashed his bollocks with a baseball bat until they fucking popped.

Brant: You said something about dealing with a paedophile.

Nash: I though you were asleep.

Brant: The Japs have a word for this type of bare look, didn't they?

Nash: Minimalist.

Brant: Shite's the word I had in mind.

Nash: [sees Tom is asleep] Wanker.

Nash: I thought I shot you. You must be one tough monkey.

Earl: [laughs] You and the monkey jokes, huh? Didn't your momma teach you any manners while you were humpin' her?

Hansen: So how about it, Nash? You scared?

Nash: Terrified... mortified... petrified... stupefied... by you.

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.

[from deleted scene]

Nash: Perhaps it is good to have a beautiful mind, but an even greater gift is to discover a beautiful heart.

Nash: [Making an acceptance speech in front of the Nobel prize audience during the ceremony] I've always believed in numbers, in equations, in logic and reason.But after a lifetime of such pursuits: I ask What truly is logic? Who decides reason? My quest has taken me to the physical, the metaphysical, the delusional, and back. I have made the most important discovery of my career - the most important discovery of my life. It is only in the mysterious equations of love that any logic or reasons can be found. I am only here tonight because of you

Nash: [looking at and speaking to Alicia]

Nash: You are the only reason I am. You are all my reasons. Thank you.

[applause from audience]

Nash: Can you see him?

Student: Yeah.

Nash: Okay. I am always suspicious of new people. Now that I know you're real, who are you, and what can I do for you?

Nash: Classes will dull your mind, destroy the potential for authentic creativity.

Nash: I find you attractive. Your aggressive moves toward me... indicate that you feel the same way. But still, ritual requires that we continue with a number of platonic activities... before we have sex. I am proceeding with these activities, but in point of actual fact, all I really want to do is have intercourse with you as soon as possible.

[pause]

Nash: Are you gonna slap me now?

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 was listening.

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'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: 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.

Nash: This class will be a waste of your - and what is infinitely worse - my time.

Nash: I've made the most important discovery of my life. It's only in the mysterious equation of love that any logic or reasons can be found. I'm only here tonight because of you. You are the only reason I am... you are all my reasons.

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: [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.

[Hansen is concerned about John still having hallucinations]

Nash: They are my past. Everyone is haunted by their past.

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: There's no point in being nuts if you can't have a little fun.

Nash: She never gets old! Marcee can't be real; she never gets old!

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!

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!

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.

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.

General: You ever... just know something, Dr. Nash?

Nash: Constantly.

Charles: That Isaac Newton fellow was right.

Nash: He was on to something.

Charles: Clever boy.

Nash: Classes will dull your mind.

Nash: It looks like you won after all.

Hansen: No. They were wrong, John. No one wins.

Nash: Good morning, eager young minds

Nash: [to Charles] The prodigal roommate revealed. "Saw my name on the lecture slate." YOU LYING SON OF A BITCH!

Dr. Rosen: Who are you talking to? Tell me who you see.

Nash: How do you say "Charles Herman" in Russian?

Nash: There has to be a mathematical explanation for how bad that tie is.

[showing Charles one of his window equations]

Nash: This is a group playing touch football. This is a flock of pigeons fighting over bread crumbs. And this is a woman chasing a man who stole her purse.

Charles: John, you watched a mugging. That's weird.

Alicia: Who are you talking too?

Nash: The Garbageman

Alicia: Garbagemen don't come at night.

Nash: [Hearing the Garbageman outside] Guess around here, they do.

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.

[John meets Charles' niece]

Nash: She's so small.

Charles: Well, she's young, John. That's how they come.

Nash: You wanted to see if I was crazy and would screw everything up if I actually won.

Nash: I will not buy you gentlemen beer.

Bender: Oh, we're not here for beer, my friend.

Nash: [into walkie-talkie, with mouth full] This is Nash.

Zullo: Nash, I didn't hear that. Come back with that.

Nash: This is Nash.

Richie Rich: [into walkie talkie] Fire two!

[Cadbury launches a second sack of manure]

Nash: [mouth full] Somebody throwing SHIII-!

[the sack knocks him out]

Richie Rich: YES!

Nash: Peyton... she needs you.

Nash: You've had gay friends before. Back in your grand theater days.

Barry: Nash, I'm just saying I think people should know they should not be rewarded for bad behavior.

Nash: Bad behavior? Get real, Dad! Selling your soul is bad behavior. Loving someone isn't!

Elena: I wasn't looking for this. God knows I don't really understand it. And I certainly didn't realize what was happening until it was too late.

Nash: You *are* going to tell Dad.

Elena: I certainly planned on telling him before you!

Elena: [to Tori and Nash] You know, I think you two are what Tyler calls Twin Flames. I do! And you found each other so early in life!

Nash: Oh, ma, come on!

Elena: Think of all the time left you have to bicker, you two!

Nash: Why didn't he kill us?

Jim Halsey: Let's go...

Nash: WHY DIDN'T HE KILL US?

[pause]

Jim Halsey: Let's go.

Nash: Actually we're all from Mars around here, we keep our spaceship out back. So... what planet are you from?

Trooper Hancock: You just threw your life down the toilet, girl.

Nash: When the truth comes down, I'll be just fine.

Trooper Hancock: [talking about Jim] Don't you know who he is?

Nash: You got the wrong man, Lyle.

Trooper Hancock: Like hell we do!