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Mr. Perlman: Right now you may not want to feel anything. Maybe you never wanted to feel anything. And maybe it's not to me you'll want to speak about these things. But feel something you obviously did.

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[Elio grabs Oliver's crotch]
Elio: Am I offending you?
[Oliver takes Elio's hand and moves it]
Oliver: Just don't.

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Elio: Maybe it made sense when you wrote it.

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Mr. Perlman: In my place, most parents would hope the whole thing goes away. Pray their sons land on their feet, but... I am not such a parent.

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Call Me by Your Name

Mr. Perlman: Look, you had a beautiful friendship. Maybe more than a friendship. And I envy you.

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Oliver: [to Elio playing the guitar] Sounds nice.
Elio: I thought you didn't like it.
Oliver: [looks at Elio, looks away again] Play it again, will you?
Elio: [walks into the house] Follow me.
Oliver: [Elio plays the piano] That sounds different; did you change it?

Elio: I changed it a little bit.
Oliver: Why?
Elio: I just played it the way Liszt would have played it if he'd altered Bach's version.
Oliver: Play that again.
Elio: Play what again?
Oliver: The thing you played outside.
Elio: Oh, you

want me to play the thing I played outside?
Oliver: Please.
Oliver: [after Elio plays] I can't believe you changed it again!
Elio: Oh, I changed it a little bit.
Oliver: Yeah. Why?
Elio: I just played it the way Busoni would have played it if he'd altered Liszt's version.

Oliver: And what is wrong with Bach the way Bach would have played Bach's version?
Elio: [interrupting] Bach never wrote it for the guitar. In fact, they're not even sure Bach even wrote it.
Oliver: Forget I asked!
Elio: [Elio plays] It's young Bach. He dedicated it to his brother.

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Elio: Just watch, this is how he'll say goodbye to us when the time comes, with his, "Later."
Annella Perlman: Meanwhile we'll have to put up with him for six long weeks, won't we, darling?
Mr. Perlman: I think he's shy. You'll grow to like him.
Elio: What if I grow to hate him?

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Elio: I thought that he did not like me

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Art Historian 2: So we got to the government of Bettino Craxi...
Art Historian 1: Because we don't do anything but talk, talk, talk.
Art Historian 2: Let me talk. We have five parties that do nothing but fight.
Art Historian 1: Smoke and shut up. Let them speak, him, her.
[pointing to Sam and Annella]


Art Historian 1: I'd like to know what they think too.
Art Historian 2: Annella, what do you think? A five-party government!
Annella Perlman: Darling, I think it's an historic compromise...
Art Historian 1: Don't say that. Compromises are tragic. You've changed since you inherited this place.

Art Historian 2: What's that got to do with it?
Annella Perlman: What are you saying? You're mad, darling.
Art Historian 2: You asshole. She's right.
Art Historian 1: [to Sam] And you don't say anything to her. Say something! You're resigned.
Art Historian 2: Why don't we talk about the

death of Buñuel? Buñuel was a genius.
[to Elio]
Art Historian 2: You know him?
Art Historian 1: Cinema isn't the answer.
Art Historian 2: Cinema is a mirror of reality and it's a filter.
Art Historian 1: They broadcast The Phantom of Liberty with constant interr...
Art Historian

2: [interrupting] Everyone loves Buñuel!
Art Historian 1: [Pointing to Oliver] Let's hear his opinion.
Art Historian 2: He doesn't know anything about Italy!
Art Historian 1: [to Oliver] Say something. Give us your impression.
Art Historian 2: Do you have an impression?
Annella

Perlman: Darling, he's American.
Art Historian 1: That doesn't mean he's stupid!

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Oliver: I like the way you say things. I don't know why you're always putting yourself down though.
Elio: So you won't, I guess.

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Call Me by Your Name

Oliver: Mind if I put this in your bag?
Elio: Yes, please.

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Oliver: Is there a bank in town? I'd like to start an account while I'm here.
[accidentally breaks his soft boiled egg]
Mafalda: [in Italian] Let me do it.
Oliver: [in English] Sorry.
[Mafalda cracks open another egg for Oliver]
Mr. Perlman: It happens to the best of us.

Oliver: Yeah, well...
Mr. Perlman: [chuckling] None of our residents has ever had a local bank account.
Oliver: Really?
Elio: Should I take him to Montodine?
Mr. Perlman: I think they're closed for summer vacation. You try... Crema.
Elio: Crema?

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Mr. Perlman: There are four known sets, after the Praxiteles originals. This fellow's at number three. The Emperor Hadrian had a pair, dug up at Tivoli, but one of the more philistine of the Farnese Popes melted them down and had them recast as a particularly voluptuous Venus.