A Beautiful Mind

Woman:
Maybe you want to buy me a drink.

John:
I don't exactly know what I'm 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're talking about fluid exchange, right? So, could we just go straight to the sex?

[John has been in the library for two days]

Charles:
You've been in here for two days.

John:
You know Hansen's just published another paper? I can't even find a topic for my doctorate.

Charles:
Well, on the bright side, you've invented window art.

John:
[points] This is a group playing touch football. This is a cluster of pigeons fighting over bread crumbs. And this here is a woman who is chasing a man who stole her purse.

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

John:
In competitive behavior, someone always loses.

Charles:
Well, my niece knows that, John, and she's about this high.

John:
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?

John:
… currency exchange?

Charles:
When did you last eat? You know, food.

John:
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.

[He leaves]

John:
[throws stuff down and follows] I have respect for beer. [shouts] I have respect for beer!

John:
I can't fail. This is all I am.

Charles:
Come on, let's go out. I got to get something done. John!

John:
- I can't keep staring into space.

Charles:
-John, enough!

John:
Got to face the wall, follow their rules, read their books

Charles:
You want to do some damage? Fine

Charles:
Come on! Go on, bust your head! Kill yourself. Go do it. Don't mess around. Bust your head! Go on, bust that worthless head wide open.

John:
Goddamn it, Charles!

Hansen:
Recall the lessons of Adam Smith, the father of modern economics. "In competition …"

Everybody:
"… individual ambition serves the common good."

John:
Adam Smith needs revision.

Hansen:
What are you talking about?

John:
Adam Smith said the best result comes from everyone in the group doing what's best for himself. Right? That's what he said, right?

Hansen:
Right.

John:
Incomplete. Incomplete, okay? Because the best result will come from everyone in the group doing what's best for himself … and the group.

Hansen:
Nash, if this is some way for you to get the blonde on your own, you can go to hell.

John:
Governing dynamics, gentlemen. Governing dynamics. Adam Smith...he was wrong.

[John bangs his head against the window pane, cutting his forehead]

Charles:
Jesus Christ, John.

John:
I can't fail. This is all I am.

Charles:
Come on, let's go out.

John:
I got to get something done.

Charles:
John!

John:
I can't keep staring into space.

Charles:
John, that's enough!

John:
Got to face the wall, follow their rules, read their books …

Charles:
You want to do some damage, fine! But don't mess around!

John:
… do their classes.

Charles:
Come on! Go on, bust your head! Kill yourself. Don't do it. Don't mess around. Bust your head! Go on, bust that worthless head wide open!

John:
Goddamn it, Charles! What the hell is your problem?!

Charles:
It's not my problem. And it's not your problem. It's their problem. Your answer isn't face the wall. It's out there, where you've been working.

John:
You knew Oppenheimer?

Parcher:
His project was under my supervision.

John:
Which project? … That project.

Parcher:
It's not that simple.

John:
Well, you ended the war.

Parcher:
We incinerated over a hundred thousand people.

John:
Well, great deeds come at great costs.

Parcher:
Well, conviction, it turns out, is a luxury of those on the sidelines, Mr. Nash.

John:
I'll try and keep that in mind.

Colonel:
General, this is Wheeler team leader Dr. John Nash.

General:
Glad you could come, Doctor.

John Nash:
Hello.

General:
Right this way.

General:
We've been intercepting radio transmissions from Moscow.

General:
The computer can't detect a pattern, but I'm sure it's code.

John Nash:
Why is that, General?

General:
Ever just know something, Dr. Nash?

John Nash:
Constantly.

Charles:
God, that's wonderful! There's no accounting for taste, is there?

John:
Should I marry her?

Charles:
Oh, Gosh.. Right.

John:
I mean, everything's going well. The job is fine, I have enough money

Charles:
It all seems to add up, doesn't it John?

John:
... but how do you know for sure?

Charles:
Nothing's ever for sure, John. That's the only sure thing I do know.

Alicia:
How big is the universe?

John:
Infinite.

Alicia:
How do you know?

John:
I know because all the data indicates it's infinite.

Alicia:
But it hasn't been proven yet.

John:
No.

Alicia:
You haven't seen it.

John:
No.

Alicia:
How do you know for sure?

John:
I don't, I just believe it.

Alicia:
It's the same with love, I guess.

John:
Have you met Harvey? [points to the empty seat Sol is about to sit in]

Sol:
[startled, and worried] John, there's no...

John:
Relax, it's okay. There's no point in being nuts if you can't have a little fun.

Sol:
Jesus Christ. I should have known...

Studenten:
Hello. I've been studying your equilibrium, you know, the one you wrote here, at Winceton.

Studenten:
I tried to come up with something original, the way you did.

Nacho:
You know, I was young.

Jesse:
Umm... I've been developing a theory. I believe I can prove... that Galileo's extensions are covering the spaces the you used to talk about. That everything,/.. everything is connected. and, ehm... that it's all part of some larger topic [eyes shine up bright]

Nash:
Hey dreamy! When was the last time you ate?

Jessica:
Excuse me?

Nash:
[smiling] You know, food.

Nash:
Oh, uh- that can't be right then. My wife, analytica, she loves pimento cheese.

Dave:
Oh, thank you.

Nash:
Thank you!! :)

Dr. Rosen:
You can't reason your way out of this!

John:
Why not? Why can't I?

Dr. Rosen:
Because your mind is where your problem is in the first place!

Alicia:
You want to know what's real? This. This. This. This is real. Maybe the part... that knows the waking from the dream, maybe it isn't here.

John:
Maybe it's here.

Parcher:
Is this what you are, soldier? Some useless ghoul? The local madman?

John:
I'm not a soldier.

Parcher:
You're gonna end up in a cell! Old, worthless, discarded.

John:
There's no mission.

Parcher:
And while you rock and drool, the world will burn to ashes!

John:
You are not real! You are not real!

Parcher:
You're still talking to me, soldier!

John:
There's no mission! I'm not a soldier!

[Hansen rushes to John's side]

Hansen:
John? John? John, John, John, John. Hey, hey, hey. John, John! It's okay. I just heard what happened, I'm sorry. John--

John:
I'm not a soldier.

Hansen:
John. Hey, Nash. Nash, hey. Hey, you're all right.

[John walks off]

Parcher:
Ladies and gentlemen, the great John Nash!