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You think I'd let him destroy me and end up happier than ever? No fucking way. He doesn't get to win. My cute, charming, salt-of-the-earth Missouri guy. He needed to learn. Grown-ups work for things. Grown-ups pay. Grown-ups suffer consequences.
"Nick loved a girl who doesn’t exist. I was pretending, the way I often did, pretending to have a personality. I can’t help it, it’s what I’ve always done: The way some women change fashion regularly, I change personalities."
Gone Girl (2014) dir. David Fincher
YOU FUCKING CUNT!
Gone Girl (2014) dir. David Fincher
Amy “Hairflip” Dunne Rosamund Pike Gone Girl (2014) dir. David Fincher
GONE GIRL (2014) dir. David Fincher
GONE GIRL (2014) dir. David Fincher
A Movie For Every Year I’ve Been Alive ↳ GONE GIRL (2014) dir. David Fincher
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.
Rosamund Pike as Amy Dunne Gone Girl (2014)
GONE GIRL — 2014, dir. David Fincher
Soon to be presumed dead. Gone. GONE GIRL (2014) dir. David Fincher
I am so much happier now that I’m dead.
Gone Girl (2014) dir. David Fincher
GONE GIRL (2014) dir. David Fincher
Rosamund Pike as AMY DUNNE in GONE GIRL (2014) dir. David Fincher
To fake a convincing murder, you have to have discipline. You befriend a local idiot, harvest the details of her humdrum life, and cram her with stories about your husband’s violent temper. Secretly create some money troubles: credit cards, perhaps online gambling. With the help of the unwitting, bump up your life insurance. Purchase getaway car - Craigslist. Generic. Cheap. Pay cash. You need to package yourself so that people will truly mourn your loss, and America loves pregnant women. As if it’s so hard to spread your legs. You know what’s hard? Faking a pregnancy. First, drain your toilet. Invite pregnant idiot into your home, and ply her with lemonade. Steal pregnant idiot’s urine. Voila. A pregnancy is now part of your legal medical record. Happy anniversary. Wait for your clueless husband to start his day. Off he goes. And the clock is ticking. Meticulously stage your crime scene, with just enough mistakes to raise the specter of doubt. You need to bleed. A lot. A lot a lot. A head wound kind of bleed. A crime scene kind of bleed. You need to clean poorly, like he would. Clean and bleed, bleed and clean. And leave a little something behind - a fire in july? And because you’re you, you don’t stop there. You need a diary. Minimum 300 entries on the Nick and Amy story.
Gone Girl (2014) dir. David Fincher
And then you run into Nick Dunne on the Seventh Avenue as you’re buying diced cantaloupe, and pow, you are known, you are recognized, the both of you. You both find the exact same things worth remembering (Just one olive, though.) You have the same rhythm. Click. You just know each other. All of a sudden you see reading in bed and waffles on Sunday and laughing at nothing and his mouth on yours. And it’s so far beyond fine that you know you can never go back to fine. That fast. You think: Oh, here is the rest of my life. It’s finally arrived.
GONE GIRL (2014) dir. David Fincher
Gone Girl (2014) dir. David Fincher
