The Talented Mr. Ripley1999

Dickie Greenleaf:
Everybody should have one talent, what's yours?

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

Dickie Greenleaf:
That's three. Nobody should have more than one talent. So, do an impression.

Tom Ripley:
What, now?

Dickie Greenleaf:
Yeah.

Tom Ripley:
[imitating Dickie's father] "The only talent my son has is for cashing his allowance."

Dickie Greenleaf:
[stunned] What?

Tom Ripley:
"Oh, I love to sail, believe me, I love to sail. Instead, I make sailboats, and other people sail them."

Dickie Greenleaf:
Stop! It's too much. You're making the hairs on my neck stand up!

Tom Ripley:
"Oh, yes, jazz? Let's face it, jazz is insolent noise."

Dickie Greenleaf:
It's like he's here. Horrible, like the old bastard's here! That's brilliant! Brilliant! How do you know him?

Tom Ripley:
Oh, I met him in New York.

Dickie Greenleaf:
Marge, you have to hear this! This is scary. Marge Sherwood, I'd like you to meet my father, Herbert Richard Greenleaf, the First.

Tom Ripley:
"How do you do, Marge. Dickie's made a fine catch. I know Emily thinks so."

Marge Sherwood:
I... I don't get it.

Dickie Greenleaf:
It's uncanny!

Tom Ripley:
[turning to Dickie] "Could you ever conceive of going to Italy, Tom? Bring him back?"

Dickie Greenleaf:
[confused] What?

Tom Ripley:
"I'd pay you if you would go to Italy and persuade my son to come home. I'd pay you a thousand dollars."