Tom Ripley: Ask me what I'd change about this moment. Peter: What would you change about this moment? Tom Ripley: Nothing.
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Tom Ripley
Thomas "Tom" Ripley is a fictional character in a series of crime novels by American novelist Patricia Highsmith, as well as several film adaptations. The character is an anti-hero, career criminal who supports himself as a con man and serial murderer. The five novels in which he appears—The Talented Mr. Ripley, Ripley Under Ground, Ripley's Game, The Boy Who Followed Ripley, and Ripley Under Water, published between 1955 and 1991—are referred to collectively as the Ripliad. 2In the novels Highsmith introduced Tom Ripley in The Talented Mr. Ripley (1955) as a young man making a meager living as a con artist. The novel also supplies him with a back story: orphaned at age five when his parents drowned, he was raised in Boston by his aunt Dottie, a cold, stingy woman who mocked him as a "sissy." As a teenager, he attempted unsuccessfully to run away from his aunt's home to New York City before finally moving there at age 20. In The Talented Mr. Ripley, he is paid to go to Italy by Herbert Greenleaf, a shipbuilding magnate, to convince his son Dickie (a half-remembered acquaintance) to return to New York and join the family business. Ripley befriends the younger Greenleaf and falls in love with the rich young man's indulgent, carefree lifestyle; he also becomes obsessed with Greenleaf himsel
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…
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.
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.
Meredith: Dickie? Tom Ripley: Hello Meredith! Meredith: Oh my God! I hardly even recognized you. Tom Ripley: Well, you spotted me so you get the reward.
Meredith: [sheepish] I'm sorry, I wouldn't have made a joke if... Tom Ripley: [cuts her off] Don't be sorry. I've never been happier. I feel like I've been handed a new life.
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…
Marge Sherwood: I don't believe a single word you've said. Tom Ripley: You're shivering, Marge. Look at you, Marge. Can I hold you? Will you let me hold you?
You're the brother I never had. I'm the brother you never had. I would do anything for you, Dickie.
Freddie Miles: In fact the only thing that looks like Dickie is you. Tom Ripley: Hardly. Freddie Miles: Have you done something to your hair? Tom Ripley: Freddie, do you have something you'd like to say? Freddie Miles: What? I think I'm saying it. Something's going on. He's either converted to…
And that's the irony, Marge. I loved you. You may was well know it, Marge: I loved you. I don't know... maybe it's grotesque of me to say this now, so just write it on a piece of paper or something and put it in your purse for a rainy day. 'Tom loves me.' 'Tom loves me.'
Don't you just take the past and put it in a room in a basement and lock the door and never go in there? That's what I do. And then you meet someone special and all you want to do is to toss them the key and say, 'Open up, step inside,' but you can't because it's dark. There's demons, and if anybody…
Peter: Sorry, I'm completely lost. Tom Ripley: I know. I'm lost, too. I'm going to be stuck in the basement, aren't I, that's my, that's my...terrible, and alone, and dark, and I've lied about who I am, and where I am, and now no-one will ever find me. Peter: What do you mean... lied about who you…
If I could just go back... if I could rub everything out... starting with myself.
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…
I always thought it would be better to be a fake somebody than a real nobody.
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.