The Talented Mr. Ripley1999

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.