Talented Mr. Ripley

Tom Ripley:
I always thought it'd be better to be a fake somebody than a real nobody.

Tom Ripley:
If I could just go back... if I could rub everything out... starting with myself.

Dickie Greenleaf:
Everybody has got to have a talent, what's yours?

Tom Ripley:
Telling lies, forging signatures and impersonating almost anybody.

Herbert Greenleaf:
To me, jazz is just noise. Insolent noise.

Dickie Greenleaf:
You know, without the glasses you're not even ugly.

Tom Ripley:
I really feel happy. As if I had been granted a new lease in life.

Tom Ripley:
You're the brother I never had. I'm the brother you never had. I would do anything for you, Dickie.

Tom Ripley:
First of all I know there's something. That evening when we played chess for instance it was obvious.

Dickie Greenleaf:
What evening?

Tom Ripley:
Oh sure, no, no, it's too dangerous for you to take on. Oh, no, no, we're brothers. Hey. And then you do this sordid thing with Marge. F***ing her on the boat so we all have to listen. Which was inscrutinating! And you follow your cock around and now you're getting married! I'm bewildered, forgive me. You're lying to Marge and then you're getting married to her. You're knocking up Silvana. You're ruining everybody. You wanna play the sax, you wanna play the drums. What is it, Dickie? What do you actually want?

Dickie Greenleaf:
Who are you? Huh? Some third class mooch? Who are you? Who are you to say anything to me? Who are you to tell me anything? Actually I really, really don't want to be on this boat with you. I can't move without you moving. Gives me the creeps. You give me the creeps!

Tom Ripley:
I could live Dickie's life for him.

Freddie Miles:
God, don't you want to f*** every woman you see at least once?

Freddie Miles:
Oh God! Don't you want to f*** every woman you see just once?

Dickie Greenleaf:
Only once?

Freddie Miles:
Absolutely once. Ciao.

Dickie Greenleaf:
Tom Ripley. Freddie Miles.

Freddie Miles:
I mean, hey, if I'm late what would her husband say.

Dickie Greenleaf:
You look gorgeous.

Freddie Miles:
As always.

Marge Sherwood:
Why is it when men play they always play at killing each other?

Dickie Greenleaf:
I could f*** this ice box, I love it so much.

Tom Ripley:
Well, whatever you do, however terrible, however hurtful, it all makes sense, doesn't it, in your head. You never meet anybody that thinks they're a bad person.

Marge Sherwood:
The thing with Dickie... it's like the sun shines on you, and it's glorious. And then he forgets you and it's very, very cold.

Tom Ripley:
So I'm learning.

Marge Sherwood:
When you have his attention, you feel like you're the only person in the world, that's why everybody loves him so much.

Dickie Greenleaf:
Now you'll find out why Ms. Sherwood shows up for breakfast, Tom. It's not love, it's my coffee machine.

Dickie Greenleaf:
"See Venice and die," is what they say? Or is it Rome?

Herbert Greenleaf:
People say that you can't choose your parents, but you know you can't choose your children either.

Herbert Greenleaf:
What a waste of lives and opportunities.

Herbert Greenleaf:
I'd pay that fellow a hundred dollars right now to shut up.

Freddie Miles:
Tommy. How's the peeping? Tommy, how's the peeping? Tommy. Tommy. Tommy. Tommy. Tommy.

Dickie Greenleaf:
You can be a leech!

Marge Sherwood:
You killed Dickie! I know it was YOU!

Tom Ripley:
And that's the irony, Marge. I loved you. You may was well know it, Marge: I loved you. I don't know... maybe it's grotesque of me to say this now, so just write it on a piece of paper or something and put it in your purse for a rainy day. 'Tom loves me.' 'Tom loves me.'

Meredith:
Dickie?

Tom Ripley:
Hello Meredith!

Meredith:
Oh my God! I hardly even recognized you.

Tom Ripley:
Well, you spotted me so you get the reward.

Tom Ripley:
What are you trying to say?

Freddie Miles:
I think I'm saying it.

Peter:
Good things about Mr. Ripley? Could take some time. Tom is talented. Tom is tender... Tom is beautiful... Tom is a mystery. Tom is not a nobody. Tom has secrets he doesn't want to tell me, and I wish he would. Tom has nightmares. That's not a good thing. Tom has someone to love him. That is a good thing. Tom is crushing me. Tom is crushing me... Tom, you're crushing me!

Peter:
Tom is crushing me.

Tom Ripley:
Don't you just take the past, and put it in a room in the basement, and lock the door and never go in there? That's what I do.

Peter:
God, yes. Though in my case, it's probably a whole building.

Peter:
Officially, there are no Italian homosexuals. It makes Michelangelo and Leonardo very inconvenient.

Dickie Greenleaf:
You're so white! Have you ever seen a guy so white, Marge? Grey, actually.

Tom Ripley:
It's just an undercoat.

Dickie Greenleaf:
Say again?

Tom Ripley:
You know a primer.

Dickie Greenleaf:
That's funny. Margie likes that 'cause she's so white too.

Marge Sherwood:
Yes, I do and you're not funny.

Marge Sherwood:
Tom was telling me about his journey over. Made me laugh so hard I almost got a nosebleed.

Dickie Greenleaf:
Is that good?

Marge Sherwood:
Shut up.

Dickie Greenleaf:
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm despicable. But I love you. Do you love me?

Tom Ripley:
That ring is superb.

Marge Sherwood:
Oh, Tom, I love you! See?

Dickie Greenleaf:
I had to promise, capital p, to never take it off. Otherwise I'd give it to you.

Marge Sherwood:
Isn't it great? I found it in Naples. I had to bargain for it for about two weeks!

Dickie Greenleaf:
Uh, I hope it wasn't cheap, Marge?

Marge Sherwood:
Oh, it was!

Tom Ripley:
Nothing is more naked than your handwriting. See how nothing's quite touching the line? That's vanity.

Dickie Greenleaf:
Well, we certainly know that that's true.

Dickie Greenleaf:
We're all only children. What does that mean?

Tom Ripley:
It means we've never shared a bath. I'm cold, can I get in?

Dickie Greenleaf:
No.

Tom Ripley:
I didn't mean with you in it.

Dickie Greenleaf:
Okay, get in. I'm like a prune anyway.

Dickie Greenleaf:
How could it take an hour to find an ambulance?

Marge Sherwood:
She was already dead, darling.

Dickie Greenleaf:
I don't know why people say this country is civilised. It isn't. It's f***ing primitive!

Marge Sherwood:
I don't believe a single word you've said.

Tom Ripley:
You're shivering, Marge. Look at you, Marge. Can I hold you? Will you let me hold you?

Tom Ripley:
No matter what you do, no matter how awful, no-one ever thinks that they're a bad person.