The Talented Mr. Ripley (1999)

Jude Law: Dickie Greenleaf

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• 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.

• 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! And you follow your cock around like a - and now you're getting married! No, 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? Who are you - to tell me anything! Actually, I really, really do not want to be on this boat with you. I can't move without you moving. It gives me the creeps.

  [enraged by his on-the-fly suspicions] 

  Dickie Greenleaf : *You* give me the creeps!

  Tom Ripley : You shut up!

  Dickie Greenleaf : You can't move without, "Dickie, Dickie, Dickie." Like a little girl! All the time.

  Tom Ripley : Shut up!

• 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.

• 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 : We're all only children. What does that mean?

  Tom Ripley : It means we've never shared a bath. I'm cold, can I get in?

  Dickie Greenleaf : No.

  Tom Ripley : I didn't mean with you in it.

  Dickie Greenleaf : Okay, get in. I'm like a prune anyway.

• Dickie Greenleaf : You know, without the glasses you're not even ugly.

• Tom Ripley : Nothing is more naked than your handwriting. See how nothing's quite touching the line? That's vanity.

  Dickie Greenleaf : Well, we certainly know that that's true.

• Dickie Greenleaf : How could it take an hour to find an ambulance?

  Marge Sherwood : She was already dead, darling.

  Dickie Greenleaf : I don't know why people say this country is civilised. It isn't. It's fucking primitive!

• Marge Sherwood : [about Tom Ripley]  I like him.

  Dickie Greenleaf : Marge, you like everybody.

  Tom Ripley : [Imitating in Marge's voice]  I like him.

  [Imitating in Dickie's voice] 

  Tom Ripley : Marge, you like everybody.

• 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.

• Tom Ripley : That ring is superb.

  Marge Sherwood : Oh, Tom, I love you! See?

  Dickie Greenleaf : I had to promise, capital p, to never take it off. Otherwise I'd give it to you.

  Marge Sherwood : Isn't it great? I found it in Naples. I had to bargain for it for about two weeks!

  Dickie Greenleaf : Uh, I hope it wasn't cheap, Marge?

  Marge Sherwood : Oh, it was!

• Dickie Greenleaf : I could fuck this ice box, I love it so much.

• Dickie Greenleaf : "See Venice and die," is what they say? Or is it Rome?

• Marge Sherwood : [referring to Tom]  I like him.

  Dickie Greenleaf : Marge, you like everybody.

  Marge Sherwood : [teasing]  I don't like you.

• 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 ?

• Dickie Greenleaf : Did I know you at Princeton, Tom? I don't think I did. Did I?

• Dickie Greenleaf : Most of the thugs at Princeton had tasted everything and had no taste. Used to say, the cream of America: rich and thick. Freddie's the perfect example.

• 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?

• Dickie Greenleaf : So, what did you actually do in New York?

  Tom Ripley : I played piano in a few places.

  Dickie Greenleaf : That's one job, you told me a lot of jobs.

  Tom Ripley : A few places and it's a few jobs.

  Dickie Greenleaf : The mysterious Mr Ripley. Marge and I spend *hours* speculating.

• Dickie Greenleaf : You can be a leech! You know that.

• Dickie Greenleaf : It's boring. *You* can be quite boring.

  Tom Ripley : The funny thing is I'm not pretending to be somebody else and you are.

  Dickie Greenleaf : Boring.

  Tom Ripley : I've been absolutely honest with you - about my feelings.

  Dickie Greenleaf : Boring.

• Dickie Greenleaf : You're a dark horse, Ripley.

• Tom Ripley : Do you always type your letters? That should be two t's.

  Dickie Greenleaf : I can't write and I can't spell. It's a privilege of a first-class education.

• Dickie Greenleaf : Hey, you like jazz?

  Tom Ripley : I love jazz.

  Dickie Greenleaf : [looking through some LPs]  Oh! This is the best. Baker. Rollins. Marge says she likes jazz; but, she thinks Glenn Miller's jazz.

  Marge Sherwood : I never said that!

  Tom Ripley : Bird. That's jazz.

  Dickie Greenleaf : Bird? Ask me the name of my sailboat.

  Tom Ripley : I don't know. What's the name of your sailboat?

  Dickie Greenleaf : Look! Look! Bird!

  Marge Sherwood : Which is ridiculous. Boats are female, everyone knows you can't call a boat after a man.

  Tom Ripley : He's not a man, he's a god.

• Dickie Greenleaf : You've got to get a new jacket. Really. You must be sick of wearing the same clothes.

  Tom Ripley : I can't. I can't keep spending your father's money.

  Dickie Greenleaf : I love how responsible you are.

• Freddie Miles : Where are you going?

  Dickie Greenleaf : Marge-maintenance.

  Freddie Miles : Aye. Aye.

• Tom Ripley : I was just amusing myself. Sorry.

  Dickie Greenleaf : I wish you'd get out of my clothes. Do you have my shoes on too?

  Tom Ripley : You said I could pick out a jacket, so...

• Dickie Greenleaf : Marge and I are getting married.

  Tom Ripley : H-how?

  Dickie Greenleaf : How?

  Tom Ripley : Yesterday you're ogling girls on the terrace and today you're getting married. That's absurd.

  Dickie Greenleaf : I love Marge.

  Tom Ripley : You love me and you're not marrying me.

• Dickie Greenleaf : Do you even like jazz? Or, was that for my benefit?

  Tom Ripley : I've gotten to like it.

  Dickie Greenleaf : Oh, yes!

  Tom Ripley : I've gotten to like everything about the way you live. It's one big love affair.

• Dickie Greenleaf : Marge. Margie. Unbelievable, Tom can't ski either. We'll have to teach him that, too. Such low class, Marge. Does this guy know anything?