The Talented Mr. Ripley (1999)

Gwyneth Paltrow: Marge Sherwood

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• 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 so much.

• Marge Sherwood : Why is it when men play they always play at killing each other?

• Marge Sherwood : 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. That's one thing I know you're guilty of, and I don't know why, I don't know why, I just don't know why...

• 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.

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

  Tom Ripley : I don't believe you. 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 : You're shivering, Marge. Look at you, Marge. Can I hold you? Will you let me hold you?

• 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.

• 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!

• Marge Sherwood : You killed Dickie! I know it was YOU!

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

  Dickie Greenleaf : Marge, you like everybody.

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

• 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.

• 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 : 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.

• Marge Sherwood : Didn't Dick say?

• Marge Sherwood : [to Tom]  I thought you were going to Venice?

  Peter : Yes, what happened with that? I heard you were desperate to come. I was rather looking forward to rowing you around.

  Tom Ripley : I am. I really am. I've been traveling and I just can't seem to get that far north.

  Peter : Well you should hurry, before we sink.

• Meredith : Marge, I don't know you, so I've got no right to - Dickie loves you. He's - I think you'll find he's on his way home to you.

  Marge Sherwood : Well, how would we know that?

  Meredith : He told me everything. I was supposed to meet him fifteen minutes ago, so - I'm going to go now, I think. God, unless he meant us to meet? That would be a little cruel, wouldn't it?

  Peter : No, we're meeting another friend. Tom Ripley.

  Marge Sherwood : Do you know Tom Ripley?

  Meredith : No! No. I've heard about him, of course, but, I didn't - meet him. No.

• Marge Sherwood : [to Tom]  Whenever I look for Dickie, I find you.