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Talented Mr. Ripley, The (1999)

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.

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: [imitating Dickie's father] "To me, jazz is noise. Insolent noise." Dickie Greenleaf: Wow! Cut it out! It's so spooky, my hair's on end!

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: I could live Dickie's life for him.

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

Marge Sherwood: Why is it that when boys play, they play at killing each other?

Dickie Greenleaf: I could fuck 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.

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