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'And I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.’

- The Great Gatsby (2013)

"When we were on a house-party together up in Warwick, she left a borrowed car out in the rain with the top down, and then lied about it—and suddenly I remembered the story about her that had eluded me that night at Daisy’s. At her first big golf tournament there was a row that nearly reached the newspapers—a suggestion that she had moved her ball from a bad lie in the semi-final round. The thing approached the proportions of a scandal—then died away. A caddy retracted his statement, and the only other witness admitted that he might have been mistaken. The incident and the name had remained together in my mind." 

Jordan Baker played by Elizabeth Debicki in "The Great Gatsby", 2013

"So not being able to truly conclude that relationship with Nick, it became very clear that we needed that to become this very ‘Nick Carraway’ relationship, in and out. It’s an almost-relationship; they’re almost together. If they became a primary romance, then you’d have to have a beginning, a middle and an end, and there simply wasn’t enough time to evolve that properly. So whenever I’d play it to audiences, they’d sort of go, ‘Oh! They’re kissing… Are they together? And why does it end so abruptly?’ It was about staying on the primary, primary romance." —Baz Luhrmann on Tobey Maguire and Elizabeth Debicki’s deleted scene.

"I was a bridesmaid. I came into her room half an hour before the bridal dinner, and found her lying on her bed as lovely as the June night in her flowered dress - and as drunk as a monkey. She had a bottle of Sauterne in one hand and a letter in the other. ”Gratulate me,” she muttered. “Never had a drink before, but oh how I do enjoy it.” "What’s the matter, Daisy?" I was scared, I can tell you; I’d never seen a girl like that before. "Here, deares’." She groped around in a waste-basket she had with her on the bed and pulled out the string of pearls. "Take ‘em down-stairs and give ‘em back to whoever they belong to. Tell ‘em all Daisy’s change’ her mine. Say: Daisy’s change’ her mine!" She began to cry - she cried and cried. I rushed out and found her mother’s maid, and we locked the door and got her into a cold bath. She wouldn’t let go of the letter. She took it into the tub with her and squeezed it up into a wet ball, and only let me leave it in the soap-dish when she saw that it was coming to pieces like snow.”

I thought I might see you here.

I enjoyed looking at her. She was a slender, small-breasted girl, with an erect carriage, which she accentuated by throwing her body backward at the shoulders like a young cadet. Her gray sun-strained eyes looked back at me with polite reciprocal curiosity out of a wan, charming, disconcerted face.