Gillian Flynn - Gone Girl: Nick Proposes lyrics

INT. SOMEWHERE - SOMETIME CLOSEUP of a DIARY, a PEN—advertising AMAZING AMY—is cursiving across. The eraser topper is a BRIDE with VEIL. The date is February 24, 2007. We see the words as we hear: AMY (V.0.): Amazing f**ing Amy is getting f**ing married! That's how the night started. INT. UPSCALE NEW YORK RESTAURANT - NIGHT TINY book launch party. Posters advertise the AMAZING AMY book series—all 20. “Written by RAND and MARYBETH ELLIOTT—two psychologists—Who are parents JUST LIKE YOU!” AMY (V.0.): With me—regular, flawed, Real Amy—jealous, as always, of the golden child. Perfect, brilliant Amazing Amy. Who is getting f**ing married. NICK and Amy are tight together. Waiters are circulating drinks, wearing T—shirts with an impish Amazing Amy and her TRADEMARK line: If it's worth doing, it's worth doing BRIGHT! NICK: Now you can say you came. And in 10 minutes we'll leave. AMY: Perfect, time for a quick tour of my failings. They walk along the wall of BOOK POSTERS. Stop in front of a poster of: gradeschool AMAZING AMY holding a CELLO. A MUTT beside her. AMY (CONT'D): When I was 10 I quit cello. In the next book, Amazing Amy became a prodigy. Next POSTER: teen AMAZING AMY playing volleyball. NICK: You don't play volleyball. AMY: I got cut freshman year. She made varsity. They continue their tour. NICK: And how long did you have a dog? AMY: She got a dog. Puddles made her more relatable. They stop in front of the biggest poster: Amazing Amy, in a bridal veil, a BLAND GROOM next to her. The banner reads: 30th Anniversary Special Edition-AMAZING AMY AND THE BIG DAY. NICK: I love your parents, but they can be a**holes. In the center of the limp party, RAND and MARYBETH, 60s, cheerily hand out commemorative PENS-identical to the one Amy used for her DIARY. Rand spots them—hands them each a pen. RAND (to Amy): Hey, sweetheart, this is a big night for your mom. It would mean so much to her if you'd talk to a few reporters. Bloggers. Give ‘em a little “Amy” color. Painful pause. RAND (CONT'D): People want to hear from you. AMY: We can't stay long RAND: Fantastic! Fifteen minutes, tops! As Rand strides away, Nick gives Amy a look. AMY: This is why I have my trust fund, my Brooklyn brownstone. I can't really complain. NICK: Your parents plagiarized your childhood. AMY: No, they improved upon it, and then peddled it to the ma**es. Marybeth pops up, a little tipsy, hugs them. MARY BETH: I thought you were going to wear white to match the wedding theme. AMY: I thought that'd be embarra**ing. MARY BETH (half joking): If it's worth doing-- NICK: It's worth doing...how's that go? BRIGHT! BRIGHT! The waiters are everywhere in the T-shirts. NICK (CONT'D): Tip of my tongue... MARYBETH: You're very cute, Nick. Amy, you know what would make Dad's night AMY: I'm on it. (to Nick) I love having strangers pick at my scabs. INT. - BAR CORNER - NIGHT Amy, standing at a co*ktail table, deals with a montage of New York media types. NICK hovers nearby. EARNEST GIRL: I'm curious whether it's difficult for you to watch Amazing Amy heading down the aisle FASHIONISTA: -and this big party celebrating this fictional wedding NERVOUS INTERN: Because my understanding is that you are not married ABOVE-IT-ALL JOURNALIST: Correct? AMY: Correct. Amazing Amy is always, always one step ahead of me. Nick cuts in, blocks the journalist. NICK: I have a few questions. AMY: Ah, it's you. NICK: I am here in a strictly journalistic capacity. He elaborately sets out pad, pen. AMY prepares to be amused. NICK (CONT'D): Amy, you've had the pleasure of dating Nick Dunne for how long? AMY: Two magical years. NICK: Is it true that during the course of your relationship, you have performed such gracious gestures as (checking notes) not correcting Nick when he pronounced quinoa as kwin—o—a. AMY: An understandable mistake. NICK: He also thought it was a fish. AMY: He thinks Velveeta is a cheese. NICK: Touché. AMY: I think it's pronounced tow—chay. NICK (laughing): You also manage to appear surprised and delighted when Nick's elderly mother breaks into “New York, New York” every...time....she sees you. AMY (crooning): These bag of bone shoes... NICK: You also bought Nick his first pair of scissors, correct? AMY: And matching stapler. NICK: Amy Elliott, you are beyond amazing. You are incredibly smart but entirely unsnobby. You are kind but never a martyr. You surprise me. You challenge me. (MORE) NICK (CONTD): And—fun fact for our readers—you have a world—cla** vagina. Amy chokes on her drink. NICK (CONT'D): However my colleagues inform me that as yet you are not married. AMY: I am not. NICK: Isn't it time we fixed that? AMY (V.0.): Then the night wasn't so bad anymore.