Since y'all seemed to like the last one, here's some more tid bits + quotes from The Nice Guys novel:
March’s wife died around Thanksgiving. A little under a year before the movie/book takes place. (Late October)
Healy drinks quite a bit of ginger ale
Healy was born on a U.S. military transport ship halfway across the Atlantic, moved to New York, then at 18 he went to California for a probation program a judge offered him, which he did until he was 21
Healy’s job was to pick avocados and oranges and other things that built up his muscles and stamina and taught him some Spanish, up to the age of 21. After Healy swore to never eat another avocado ever again (and he hasn’t)
Healy’s older brother is an Air Force engineer
When Holly is looking for Amelia at the party, and the woman comes up and questions her about why she’s looking for Amelia, Holly is thinking “what would dad say, what would dad say, what would dad say–”
March internally describes Healy as a “stubbled Buddha”
Healy also finds March handsome, he refers to him internally as “playboy”
March has had the impulse to stop drinking, he's never given into it, but he has thought about it.
Jesus, March really is attracted to like everyone. He things Amelia’s mother is sexy and kinda wishes she would bone him.
Healy is jealous of March, his daughter, his job, his home, and he is pissed and annoyed at March, because March doesn't seem to realize, always fucking himself over somehow
March had a cousin named April, April March, she hated her parents
March’s cheek twitches when he's panicking and he blinks a lot
Amelia was almost kicked out of her own protest group
Amelia calls Healy Dad internally and sarcastically, but also sees him as dad like
Amelia doesn’t like March
March is a bit of a pervert
Amelia REALLY DOES NOT LIKE MARCH
Amelia refers to Holland and Jackson as Holly’s parents
March continuously offers a drink to Healy, Healy constantly refuses
Here’s some quotes for the Healymarch/Marchly crowd:
“Besides, Healy didn't look that scary once you got to know him. He practically looked cuddly, for chrissakes. That curl of hair hanging down over his forehead like a little boy, that hangdog expression when he didn't want to talk about something.” -March
“‘Yes!’ March got himself comfortable on his diving-board perch, lay back with his legs hanging off the end, let his eyes drift shut and just listened to Healy's voice. The man had one hell of a voice. Rough and low but somehow reassuring. He could have had a side job narrating nature documentaries.” -March
“Healy took that moment to face himself in the god-damn mirror, take a good look at a what a middle-aged ex-avocado farmer looked like. Not too bad. Maybe not handsome like playboy [March] over there, a few too many bruises and scars, but-” -Healy
“And the guy by your side is a private detective, a bit of an asshole, it's true, and a bit of an idiot, but, you know, also kind of a nice guy…” -Healy
“Who the fuck was Healy to him, that he’d put himself in danger to help him? Huh? But there he was, racing for the stairs while everybody else was still pouring down the other direction, trying to get away. He could sit down and have a good long think about it later, but right now, he was gonna fucking get up there.” -March
(extra, I just think this quote is sweet and sad)
“Holly? Holly!" Fuck Healy. He put his head down and barreled back through the crowd, whacking people aside with his elbows, with the cast, with his shoulders, he didn't fucking care, that was his goddamn daughter out there. He wasn't a detective anymore, he wasn't even a father, he was a goddamn guided missile. March had already lost one of the only two women he'd ever loved, he was damned if he was going to lose the other.” -March
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