The Talented Mr. Ripley
The Talented Mr. Ripley

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

The Talented Mr. Ripley
The Talented Mr. Ripley

Tom Ripley: Don't you just take the past and put it in a room in a basement and lock the door and never go in there? That's what I do. And then you meet someone special and all you want to do is to toss them the key and say, "Open up, step inside," but you can't because it's dark. There's demons, and if anybody saw how ugly it is... I keep wanting to do that: fling the door open,

just let light in and clean everything out.

The Talented Mr. Ripley
The Talented Mr. Ripley

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.

The Talented Mr. Ripley
The Talented Mr. Ripley

[last lines]
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!

The Talented Mr. Ripley
The Talented Mr. Ripley

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.

The Talented Mr. Ripley
The Talented Mr. Ripley

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

The Talented Mr. Ripley
The Talented Mr. Ripley

Dickie Greenleaf: Everybody should have one talent, what's yours?
Tom Ripley: Forging signatures, telling lies... impersonating practically anybody.
Dickie Greenleaf: That's three, nobody should have more than one talent.

The Talented Mr. Ripley
The Talented Mr. Ripley

Herbert Greenleaf: You know, people always say that you can't choose your parents, but you can't choose your children...

The Talented Mr. Ripley
The Talented Mr. Ripley

Peter: Sorry, I'm completely lost.
Tom Ripley: I know. I'm lost, too. I'm going to be stuck in the basement, aren't I, that's my, that's my... terrible, and alone, and dark, and I've lied about who I am, and where I am, and now no-one will ever find me.
Peter: What do you mean... lied about who you are?
Tom

Ripley: I always thought it'd be better to be a fake somebody than a real nobody.
Peter: What are you talking about? You're not a nobody. That's the last thing you are.

The Talented Mr. Ripley
The Talented Mr. Ripley

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

The Talented Mr. Ripley
The Talented Mr. Ripley

Freddie Miles: In fact the only thing that looks like Dickie is you.
Tom Ripley: Hardly.
Freddie Miles: Have you done something to your hair?
Tom Ripley: Freddie, do you have something you'd like to say?
Freddie Miles: What? I think I'm saying it. Something's going on. He's either

converted to Christianity... or to something else.
Tom Ripley: I suggest you ask Dickie that yourself. Otello's is on delle Croce, just off the Corso.
Freddie Miles: Is it on "delle Croce, just off the Corso?" You're a quick study, aren't you? Last time you didn't know your ass from your elbow, now you're giving me directions. That's not fair, you

probably do know your ass from your elbow. I'll see you.

The Talented Mr. Ripley
The Talented Mr. Ripley

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. Fucking her on the boat while we all have

to listen. Which was excruciating, by the way! 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 play?
Dickie Greenleaf: Who

are you? Huh? Some third class mooch? Who are you? Who are you to say anything to me? I really, really don't want to be on this boat with you right now. I can't move without you moving. Gives me the creeps.
[enraged by his on-the-fly suspicions]
Dickie Greenleaf: You give me the creeps!

The Talented Mr. Ripley
The Talented Mr. Ripley

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.'

The Talented Mr. Ripley
The Talented Mr. Ripley

Peter: Can you imagine, though, if he did kill Freddie, what that must be like? Just to wake up every morning. I mean, how can you? Just wake up and be a person? Drink your coffee?
Tom Ripley: Well, whatever you do, however terrible, however hurtful, it all makes sense, doesn't it, in your head? You never meet anybody who thinks they're a bad person

Peter: Well maybe, but you're still tormented. You must be. You've killed someone.
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. But, of course, in my case, it's probably a whole building.
Tom Ripley:

And then you meet someone special and all you want to do is toss them the key. Say "Open up. Step inside." But you can't, because it's dark, and there are demons. And if anybody saw how ugly it is...
Peter: Now that's the music talking.
Tom Ripley: I keep wanting to do that, Fling the door open. Just let the light in, clean everything out. If I could

take a giant eraser and rub out everything, starting with myself. The thing is, Peter, if... if... , No.
Peter: No key, huh?

The Talented Mr. Ripley
The Talented Mr. Ripley

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

The Talented Mr. Ripley
The Talented Mr. Ripley

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

The Talented Mr. Ripley
The Talented Mr. Ripley

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

The Talented Mr. Ripley
The Talented Mr. Ripley

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?

The Talented Mr. Ripley
The Talented Mr. Ripley

[inspector asks a question in Italian]
Peter: [translating] Are you a homosexual?
[under his breath]
Peter: Interesting non sequitur...
Tom Ripley: No!
Peter: [translating] No.

The Talented Mr. Ripley
The Talented Mr. Ripley

Freddie Miles: Oh God! Don't you want to fuck every woman you see just once?
Dickie Greenleaf: Just once?
Freddie Miles: Absolutely, once. Ciao.
Dickie Greenleaf: Tom Ripley. Freddie Miles.
Freddie Miles: I mean, hey, if I'm late think what her husband's saying.
Dickie

Greenleaf: You look gorgeous.
Freddie Miles: As always.