Jay Gatsby:
Summer's almost over. It's sad, isn't it? Makes you want to - I don't know - reach out and hold it back.
Nick Carraway:
There'll be other summers.
Jay Gatsby:
[Turning to Nick]
How 'bout a swim?
Nick Carraway:
Maybe later.
Jay Gatsby:
Hrmm.
Nick Carraway:
I'll give you a call - around noon?
Jay Gatsby:
Fine, old sport. I'll be at the pool.
[Jay watches Nick walk away for a moment before calling out to him]
Jay Gatsby:
Nick? Thank you.
Nick Carraway:
[Nick nods and then continues on his way. But then he suddenly turns back]
They're a rotten crowd. You're worth the whole damn bunch put together.
[the two smile at one another and then Nick walks away, waving a hand back over his shoulder]
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