The Talented Mr. Ripley

The Talented Mr. Ripley

The Talented Mr. Ripley is a 1999 film directed by Anthony Minghella, and starring Matt Damon, Gwyneth Paltrow, and Jude Law. It is based on the 1955 novel of the same title by Patricia Highsmith.

Year:
1999
2,837 Views

Dickie Greenleaf:
You can be a leech! You know that. It's boring. You're quite...boring.(a long pause before Tom spoke.)

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..

Tom Ripley:
But you... first of all, I know there's something. That evening when we played chess, for instance, it was obvious.

Dickie Greenleaf:
[curious] 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. F***ing her on the boat so we all have to listen. Which was excruciating! 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. I mean, which is it, Dickie? What do you actually play?!

Dickie Greenleaf:
[enraged] 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?! [slaps Tom in the face] Actually I really, really do not want to be on this boat with you. I can't move without you moving. And it gives me the creeps. You give me the creeps! I can't move without you moving...

Tom Ripley:
Shut up...

Dickie Greenleaf:
...I can't breathe without you following me around! You move without [mocks Tom with a falsetto voice] "Dickie, Dickie, Dickie!", like a little girl all the time!

Tom Ripley:
SHUT UP! [hits Dickie by the side of the face with the oar he just grabbed. Dickie grabs his face with both hands. Tom, shocked, puts the oar down] Oh God, Dickie...

Dickie Greenleaf:
[with an unmarked cut on his face, suddenly split open causing his face to be disfigured with blood] For God's sake...

Tom Ripley:
Oh, God! Ok. Ok. [seeing the bloody Dickie] We have to get... Ok.

[Marge has found Dickie's rings in Tom's pocket; Tom is about to kill her to keep her quiet]

Marge Sherwood:
[terrified] I wasn't snooping. I was just looking for a needle and thread to mend my bra.

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! Today, I actually started wondering if he may have actually killed Freddie.

[Marge notices that blood is seeping into Tom's robe pocket, obviously from a concealed knife]

Tom Ripley:
He would get so crazy if anyone contradicted him - well, you know that. You know that. And that's the irony, Marge - I loved you. You may as well know that now. I loved you. I don't know, maybe it's grotesque of me to say that now, so... just write it on a piece of paper and save it for a rainy day. "Tom loves me." "Tom loves me."

Marge Sherwood:
Why do you have Dickie's rings?

Tom Ripley:
I told you. He gave them to me.

Marge Sherwood:
Why? When?

Tom Ripley:
I feel as if you haven't been listening to anything I've been saying.

Marge Sherwood:
I don't believe you!

Tom Ripley:
It's all true.

Marge Sherwood:
I don't believe a single word you've said!

Tom Ripley:
Marge, you're shivering, look at you. Can I hold you? Please, let me hold you.

[Marge screams in fright, when suddenly Peter walks through the door]

Marge:
[running into his arms, sobbing] Oh, God, Peter! Get me out of here, get me out of here!

Peter Smith-Kingsley:
Marge, what's going on? Tom, are you okay?

Tom Ripley You try. You try talking to her. I give up.

Tom Ripley:
I want to tell you my plan.

Dickie Greenleaf:
So tell me.

Tom Ripley:
Well, I thought... I'd come back in the new year, under my own steam.

Dickie Greenleaf:
Really? To Italy?

Tom Ripley:
Of course. And I figured, just for argument's sake, say I got a place. Or say we split the rent on a house. I could get a job, or, better still, if I got a place in Rome, and then when we're there, we could be there, and when we're here, we could be here.

Dickie Greenleaf:
[uncomfortable] I don't think so.

Tom Ripley:
See, particularly with the Marge problem. You just blame me.

Dickie Greenleaf:
Marge and I are getting married.

Tom Ripley:
How?

Dickie Greenelaf:
[laughs] How?

Tom Ripley:
Yesterday, you were ogling girls on the terrace. Today you're getting married? That's absurd.

Dickie Greenleaf:
I love Marge.

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

Dickie Greenleaf:
Tom, I don't love you.

Tom Ripley:
No, I don't mean that as a threat.

Dickie Greenleaf:
To be honest, I'm-I'm a little relieved you're going. I think we've seen enough of each other for a while.

Tom Ripley:
What?

Dickie Greenleaf:
You can be leech! You know that. It's boring. You can be quite boring.

[long pause]

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..

Tom Ripley:
But you... first of all, I know there's something. That evening when we played chess, for instance, it was obvious.

Dickie Greenleaf:
[scoffs] 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. F***ing her on the boat so we all had to listen. Which was excruciating! 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. I mean, which is it, Dickie? What do you actually play?!

Dickie Greenleaf:
[enraged] 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?! [slaps Tom in the face] Actually I really, really do not want to be on this boat with you. I can't move without you moving. And it gives me the creeps. You give me the creeps! I can't move without you moving...

Tom Ripley:
Shut up...

Dickie Greenleaf:
...I can't breathe without you following me around! You move without [mocks Tom with a falsetto voice] "Dickie, Dickie, Dickie!", like a little girl all the time!

Tom Ripley:
SHUT UP! [hits Dickie in the side of the face with the oar he just grabbed. Dickie grabs his face with both hands. Tom, shocked, puts the oar down] Oh God, Dickie...

Dickie Greenleaf:
[with an unmarked cut on his face, suddenly split open causing his face to be disfigured with blood] For God's sake...

Tom Ripley:
Oh, God! OK. OK. We have to get... OK.

[Dickie suddenly lunges at him]

Dickie Greeneleaf:
You're dead! You're dead!

[Panicked, Tom hits Dickie several times with the oar, until he is finally still]

Tom Ripley':
Stop it! Stop it!

Alvin MacCarron:
Did you know that in Princeton, Dickie Greenleaf half killed a boy? At a party over some girl. Kicked the kid several times in the head, put him in the hospital. Boy had a wire fixed in his jaw, lost some hearing. Why do you think Dickie's father sent him to Europe in the first place? The Rome police didn't think to ask Mr. Greenleaf, nor did they think to check on whether a Thomas Ripley had ever been a student at Princeton University. Oh, uh, I turned up a Tom Ripley who had been a piano tuner in the music department. You see, in America we are taught to check a fact before it becomes a fact. Taught to nose around when a girl drowns herself, find out if that girl is pregnant. Find out if Dickie had an embarrassment there. Mr. Greenleaf appreciates your loyalty, he really does. Marge, she has a hundred theories. There's a few things that she doesn't know. We hope she never knows.

Tom Ripley:
I hope she never knows.

Alvin MacCarron:
Three different people saw Dickie get into Freddie's car. One man will not testify because he was jumping somebody else's wife at the time, saw Dickie removing license plates from a red sports car. The police know about this man because he happens to be a policeman. [holds out two license plates] I found these in the basement of Dickie's apartment. They belong to Freddie's car. Mr. Greenleaf has asked me to lose these in the canal this evening. [puts the license plates down] Mr. Greenleaf feels that there was a silent promise in Dickie's letter to you which he intends to honour. He also intends to transfer a good portion of Dickie's income from his trust into your name.


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