Good things about Mr. Ripley? Could take some time. Tom is talented. Tom is tender... Tom is beautiful... Tom is a mystery. Tom is not a nobody. Tom has secrets he doesn't want to tell me, and I wish he would. Tom has nightmares. That's not a good thing. Tom has someone to love him. That is a good…
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Anthony Minghella
Anthony Minghella, CBE (6 January 1954 – 18 March 2008) was a British film director, playwright and screenwriter. He was chairman of the board of Governors at the British Film Institute between 2003 and 2007. He won the Academy Award for Best Director for The English Patient (1996). In addition, he received three more Academy Award nominations; he was nominated for Best Adapted Screenplay for both The English Patient (1996) and The Talented Mr. Ripley (1999), and was posthumously nominated for Best Picture for The Reader (2008), as a co-producer. 2Early life Minghella was born in Ryde, on the Isle of Wight, an island off the south coast of England that is a popular holiday resort. His family are well-known on the Island, where they ran a café in Ryde until the 1980s and have run an eponymous business making and selling Italian-style ice cream since the 1950s. His parents were Edoardo Minghella (an Italian immigrant) and Leeds-born Gloria Alberta (née Arcari). His mother's ancestors originally came from Valvori, a small village in the Lazio region of central Italy. He was one of five children, a sister being Loretta Minghell
You killed Dickie! I know it was YOU!
Marge Sherwood: Why do I think there's never been a Ripley rainy day? Tom Ripley: What? Marge Sherwood: [leans closer] I know it was you.
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…
Dick? Dickie? I know you can hear me. What am I doing, chasing you around...? I was going to say I would count to three and if you didn't open the door, but I won't count any more. On you. I won't count on you any more. Whatever it is, whatever you've done or haven't done, you've broken my heart.…
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?
Why is it when men play they always play at killing each other?
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] Brilliant. How do you know him ?
I could fuck this ice box, I love it so much.
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 civilized. It isn't. It's fucking primitive!
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.…
Now you'll find out why Ms. Sherwood shows up for breakfast, Tom. It's not love, it's my coffee machine.
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: Ask me what I'd change about this moment. Peter: What would you change about this moment? Tom Ripley: Nothing.
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…
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 know, without the glasses you're not even ugly.
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] Marge, you like everybody.
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.
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.