The Talented Mr. Ripley
The Talented Mr. Ripley

Tom Ripley: [imitating Dickie's father] "Oh yes, Jazz... it's just insolent noise."
Dickie Greenleaf: I feel like he's here. Horrible. Like the old bastard is here right now!
[pause in disbelief, Dickie moves in to hold Tom's hand]
Dickie Greenleaf: Brilliant. How do you know him ?

The Talented Mr. Ripley
The Talented Mr. Ripley

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

The Talented Mr. Ripley
The Talented Mr. Ripley

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

Marge Sherwood: [referring to Tom] I like him.
Dickie Greenleaf: Marge, you like everybody.

The Talented Mr. Ripley
The Talented Mr. Ripley

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.

The Talented Mr. Ripley
The Talented Mr. Ripley

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.

The Talented Mr. Ripley
The Talented Mr. Ripley

Freddie Miles: In fact the only thing which looks like Dickie is you.

The Talented Mr. Ripley
The Talented Mr. Ripley

Dickie Greenleaf: You can be a leech!

The Talented Mr. Ripley
The Talented Mr. Ripley

Peter: Meredith Logue. You were kissing somebody. Looked like Meredith.
Tom Ripley: Hardly kissing. Kissing off, maybe.
Peter: That's not what it looked like...

The Talented Mr. Ripley
The Talented Mr. Ripley

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?

The Talented Mr. Ripley
The Talented Mr. Ripley

Tom Ripley: That scent you're wearing... I bought that for you, not Dickie. The thing about Dickie... so many things... That day when he was late coming back from Rome? I tried to tell you this. He was with another girl. I'm not talking about Meredith, either. Another girl who we met in a bar. He couldn't be faithful for five minutes. So when he makes a promise, it doesn't mean

what it means when you make a promise, or I make a promise. He has so many realities, Dickie, and he believes them all. He lies, he lies, and that's his... and half the time he doesn't even realize he's doing it!