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Internet Movie Database Entry
Official Site
A Brilliant Madness - PBS website on John Forbes Nash
John Forbes Nash from MacTutor History of Mathematics
Anecdotes of Great Physicists & Mathematicians - You thought Nash was weird? Think again.



John Nash (Russell Crowe): There has to be a mathematical explanation for how bad that tie is.
. . .
Martein Hansen (Josh Lucas): I'll take another [drink].
Nash: Excuse me.
Hansen: A thousand pardons. I simply assumed you were the waiter.
Sol (Adam Goldberg): Play nice, Hansen.
Ainsley (Jason Gray-Stanford): Nice is not Hansen's strong suit.
Hansen: An honest mistake. . .
Nash: Well, Martin. It is Martin, isn't it?
Hansen: Why yes, John, it is.
Nash: I assume you've gotten used to miscalculation. I read your pre-prints. Both of 'em. And I'm convinced there wasn't one seminal or innovative idea in either one of them...Enjoy your punch.

Charles Herman (Paul Bettany): I arrived last night. Right in time for English Department cocktails. The cock was mine. The tail belonged to a lovely young thing with a passion for D.H. Lawrence.

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.
Charles: Maybe you're just better with the old integers than with people?
Nash: My first grade teacher once said I got two helpings of brain and half a helping of heart.

Ainsley: Hey, Nash, taking a reverse constitutional?
Nash: I hope to extract an algorithm to define their movements...
Sol: I thought you dropped out. You ever gonna go to class?
Nash: Classes will dull your mind and destroy authentic creativity.
Hansen: John's going to stun us all with his genius. Which is another way of saying he doesn't have the nerve to compete.
So how about it, Nash? You scared?

Nash: Terrified... mortified... petrified... stupefied... by you.
. . .
Hansen: Bender and Sol correctly completeled Allen's proof of Peyrot's conjecture.
Nash: Adequate work without innovation.
Sol: I'm flattered. Are you flattered?
Bender: Flattered.
Hansen: I've got two weapons briefs under security review by the DOD.
Nash: Derivative drivel.
Hansen: But Nash achievements: zero.
Nash: I'm a patient man, Martin. Is there an actual question coming?
Hansen: What if you never come up with your original idea? How will it feel when I'm chosen for Wheeler and you're not?... What if you lose?
Nash: You should not have won. I had the first move. My play was perfect. The game is flawed.
Hansen: Ah, the hubris of the defeated.

Hansen: Nash! Who's winning--you, or you?
. . .
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?

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 one 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: You have no respect for cognitive reverie, you know that?

Bender: You made the cover of Fortune. Again.
Sol: Please note the use of you not we.
Nash: It was supposed to be just me. First they rob me of the Fields Medal and now I have to share the cover with these hacks, these scholars of trivia.

A student: Can we leave one open, Professor? It's really hot, sir...
Nash: Your comfort comes second to my ability to hear my own voice. Personally, I am certain this class will be a waste of both your, and worse, my time. But here we are. Attend or not. Complete the assignments at your whim.

Nash: As I said, this problem will take some of you a few months to solve, for others, the rest of your natural lives...
(I wish my math professor looked this good.)

Nash: So, what can I do for the Department of Defense?...You going to give me a raise?

Alicia Larde (Jennifer Connelly): Boy, you must really be important.
What are you working on?

Nash: Classified.
Alicia: Everybody waited half an hour. Class. You missed class today.
Nash: Ah well, I am confident they did not miss me.

Alicia: The problem you left on the board, I solved it.
Nash: No, You didn't.
Alicia: You didn't even look.
Nash: I never said the vector fields were rational functions...Your solution is elegant though ultimately incorrect.

Nash: You're still here.
Alicia: I'm still here.
Nash: (almost inaudibly)Why?
Alicia: I was wondering Professor Nash, if I could take you to dinner?...You do eat, don't you?
Nash: On occasion. Table for one, you know how it is. Prometheus, chained to the rock, birds circling overhead. No, I expect you wouldn't... Leave your address with my office. I'll pick you up on Friday at eight...We'll eat.
One more thing. Do you have a name or should I just call you 'Miss'?

Alicia: I'll want a copy of this, first big date and all, so you boys need to look good...which is not a state you find yourselves in altogether naturally.
. . .
Alicia: God must be a painter. Why else would we have so many colors?
(I'm not sure if Nash is appreciating Alicia's curve or found an equation that perfectly describes it.)

Alicia: Here. Me. Your date.
Nash: Practice human comportment and social interaction.

Alicia: Keep it. I believe in deciding things will be good luck, don't you?
Nash: No, I don't believe in luck. But I do believe in assigning value to things.

Alicia: 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: A pair of odd ducks, then... Pick a shape.
Alicia: What?
Nash: An animal, anything.
Alicia: Okay. An...umbrella.

Alicia: Do it again. Do an octopus.