I Dont Want Another Drink I Just Want the Last One Again Tom Waits

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Tom Ripley: I always thought it would be amend to be a simulated somebody than a real nobody.

Tom Ripley: Don't you simply take the past and put it in a room in a basement and lock the door and never go in there? That'south what I do. And and then you meet someone special and all y'all want to practice is to toss them the fundamental and say, "Open up, stride inside," but you can't because it'due south night. In that location'southward demons, and if anybody saw how ugly it is... I keep wanting to practise that: fling the door open up, merely let light in and clean everything out.

Tom Ripley: Well, whatever you do, nonetheless terrible, nonetheless hurtful, information technology all makes sense, doesn't information technology? In your head. You lot never encounter everyone that thinks they're a bad person.

Marge Sherwood: The thing with Dickie... it's like the sun shines on yous, and it'due south glorious. And and so he forgets you and information technology's very, very cold.

Tom Ripley: And then I'thousand learning.

Marge Sherwood: When you have his attending, you feel similar yous're the only person in the globe, that'due south why everybody loves him so much.

[last lines]

Peter: Expert things about Mr. Ripley? Could accept 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 non a good thing. Tom has someone to dearest him. That is a skillful thing. Tom is burdensome me. Tom is crushing me... Tom, you lot're crushing me!

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.

Freddie Miles: Tommy. How's the peeping? Tommy, how's the peeping? Tommy. Tommy. Tommy. Tommy. Tommy.

[first lines]

Tom Ripley: If I could only go dorsum... if I could rub everything out... starting with myself.

Tom Ripley: And that'southward the irony, Marge. I loved you. You may was well know it, Marge: I loved y'all. I don't know... maybe information technology's grotesque of me to say this now, so simply write information technology on a piece of paper or something and put it in your purse for a rainy day. 'Tom loves me.' 'Tom loves me.'

Peter: Sorry, I'm completely lost.

Tom Ripley: I know. I'm lost, as well. I'g going to exist stuck in the basement, aren't I, that'due south my, that's my... terrible, and lone, and dark, and I've lied about who I am, and where I am, and now no-one will ever observe me.

Peter: What do you lot mean... lied about who you are?

Tom Ripley: I always idea it'd exist amend to be a fake somebody than a real nobody.

Peter: What are you talking nigh? You lot're not a nobody. That'south the last affair you are.

Freddie Miles: In fact the only matter that looks like Dickie is you.

Tom Ripley: Inappreciably.

Freddie Miles: Take you washed something to your pilus?

Tom Ripley: Freddie, do you take something you'd like to say?

Freddie Miles: What? I call back I'k saying it. Something's going on. He'southward either converted to Christianity... or to something else.

Tom Ripley: I suggest you ask Dickie that yourself. Otello's is on delle Croce, just off the Corso.

Freddie Miles: Is it on "delle Croce, just off the Corso?" You're a quick study, aren't you? Last fourth dimension yous didn't know your ass from your elbow, now you're giving me directions. That's not fair, y'all probably do know your ass from your elbow. I'll encounter you.

Tom Ripley: Get-go of all I know there's something. That evening when we played chess for case 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 lot exercise this sordid thing with Marge. Fucking her on the boat while nosotros all have to listen. Which was excruciating! And you follow your cock around like a - and now you're getting married! No, I'thou bewildered, forgive me. You're lying to Marge and so y'all're getting married to her. Yous're knocking up Silvana. You're ruining everybody. You lot wanna play the sax, y'all wanna play the drums. What is it, Dickie? What exercise you actually play?

Dickie Greenleaf: Who are you? Huh? Some third class mooch? Who are you? Who are y'all to say anything to me? Who are you - to tell me anything! Actually, I really, really do not want to exist on this boat with you. I can't motion without yous moving. Information technology gives me the creeps.

[enraged past his on-the-fly suspicions]

Dickie Greenleaf: *You lot* give me the creeps!

Tom Ripley: You lot close upwards!

Dickie Greenleaf: You can't move without, "Dickie, Dickie, Dickie." Like a piffling daughter! All the fourth dimension.

Tom Ripley: Shut upward!

Tom Ripley: You lot're the brother I never had. I'thousand the brother you never had. I would practise anything for you, Dickie.

Peter: Officially, there are no Italian homosexuals. It makes Michelangelo and Leonardo very inconvenient.

Marge Sherwood: Why is information technology when men play they always play at killing each other?

[inspector asks a question in Italian]

Peter: [translating] Are you a homosexual?

[under his breath]

Peter: Interesting non sequitur...

Tom Ripley: No!

Peter: [translating] No.

Freddie Miles: I desire this job of yours, Tommy. I was just maxim, you lot live in Italy, sleep in Dickie's business firm, eat Dickie's food, wear his apparel, and his begetter picks upward the tab. If you get bored, allow me know, I'll practice it!

Peter: Tin you imagine, though, if he did kill Freddie, what that must be like? Simply to wake upwards every morning. I mean, how can you lot? Just wake up and be a person? Drink your coffee?

Tom Ripley: Well, whatever you do, all the same terrible, notwithstanding hurtful, information technology all makes sense, doesn't it, in your caput? You never meet everyone who thinks they're a bad person

Peter: Well maybe, simply you're nevertheless tormented. Y'all must be. You've killed someone.

Tom Ripley: Don't you just accept the past and put it in a room in the basement, and lock the door and never go in there? That'south what I do.

Peter: God, Yes. But, of course, in my case, it's probably a whole building.

Tom Ripley: Then you meet someone special and all you want to do is toss them the fundamental. Say "Open up. Step within." Only you can't, because it'south dark, and there are demons. And if everyone saw how ugly it is...

Peter: Now that's the music talking. Harder to be dour if you're playing, "Knees up Mother Chocolate-brown."

Tom Ripley: I continue wanting to practice that, Fling the door open up. Simply let the calorie-free in, clean everything out. If I could take a giant eraser and rub out everything, starting with myself. The thing is, Peter, if... if... , No.

Peter: No key, huh?

Herbert Greenleaf: You know, people e'er say that you tin't cull your parents, just you tin't choose your children...

Dickie Greenleaf: At present you'll find out why Ms. Sherwood shows up for breakfast, Tom. It'southward not love, it's my coffee motorcar.

Herbert Greenleaf: What a waste of lives and opportunities.

[abruptly turning his attention to a street musician]

Herbert Greenleaf: I'd pay that fellow a hundred dollars correct now to close upwards.

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 iii and if you didn't open the door, only I won't count whatsoever more. On you. I won't count on you lot whatsoever more. Whatsoever information technology is, whatever you've done or haven't washed, y'all've broken my heart. That'south ane thing I know you're guilty of, and I don't know why, I don't know why, I simply don't know why...

Tom Ripley: Nothing is more naked than your handwriting. See how nothing's quite touching the line? That's vanity.

Dickie Greenleaf: Well, nosotros certainly know that that's true.

Marge Sherwood: I feel as if you haven't been listening to anything I've been saying to y'all.

Tom Ripley: I don't believe you. I don't believe you.

Tom Ripley: Information technology'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?

Tom Ripley: No matter what you do, no matter how awful, no-one ever thinks that they're a bad person.

Meredith: [sheepish] I'm sad, I wouldn't have made a joke if...

Tom Ripley: [cuts her off] Don't be sorry. I've never been happier. I feel similar I've been handed a new life.

Tom Ripley: I could probably see my room from here. I can see my house. When yous see where you live from a distance information technology's like a dream, isn't it?

Alvin MacCarron: I don't care for BS. I don't care to hear information technology, I don't care to speak it.

Tom Ripley: [imitating Dickie'south father] "Oh yes, Jazz... it's just insolent noise."

Dickie Greenleaf: I feel similar he's hither. Horrible. Similar the one-time bastard is here right now!

[pause in disbelief, Dickie moves in to hold Tom's mitt]

Dickie Greenleaf: Brilliant. How do yous know him ?

Tom Ripley: I propose you ask Dickie that yourself. Otello'south is on delle Croce, simply off the Corso.

Freddie Miles: Is information technology on "delle Croce, just off the Corso"? You're a quick study, aren't you? Last time you lot didn't know your ass from your elbow, now you're giving me directions. That's not off-white, y'all probably do know your ass from your elbow. I'll see you.

Tom Ripley: Don't y'all just take the by, 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, yeah. Though in my case, it'due south probably a whole building.

Freddie Miles: In fact the only thing which looks like Dickie is yous.

Peter: Tom is crushing me.

Peter: Meredith Logue. You lot were kissing somebody. Looked like Meredith.

Tom Ripley: Hardly kissing. Kissing off, perchance.

Peter: That's not what it looked like...

Tom Ripley: That scent you're wearing... I bought that for y'all, not Dickie. The affair nigh Dickie... then many things... That twenty-four hours when he was late coming dorsum from Rome? I tried to tell you this. He was with another girl. I'thousand not talking about Meredith, either. Another daughter who nosotros met in a bar. He couldn't be faithful for 5 minutes. So when he makes a promise, it doesn't mean what it means when yous make a promise, or I brand a promise. He has so many realities, Dickie, and he believes them all. He lies, he lies, and that'south his... and half the fourth dimension he doesn't even realize he's doing it!

Dickie Greenleaf: Most of the thugs at Princeton had tasted everything and had no gustation. Used to say, the cream of America: rich and thick. Freddie's the perfect example.

Tom Ripley: Do yous always blazon your letters? That should exist ii t's.

Dickie Greenleaf: I can't write and I tin't spell. Information technology'south a privilege of a beginning-class instruction.

Tom Ripley: [singing - imitating Chet Baker] Don't change a pilus for me, Not if you intendance for me, Stay picayune valentine, Stay, Each day is Valentine's Solar day...

Dickie Greenleaf: You've got to get a new jacket. Really. You must be sick of wearing the same clothes.

Tom Ripley: I can't. I can't keep spending your father's money.

Dickie Greenleaf: I honey how responsible you lot are.

Tom Ripley: I was just agreeable myself. Deplorable.

Dickie Greenleaf: I wish you'd get out of my clothes. Do yous have my shoes on also?

Tom Ripley: You said I could option out a jacket, so...

Meredith: I know you're a jazz fiend but practice you absolutely hate the Opera? I've been trying to requite my tickets away, information technology's tomorrow, but if you were prepared to exist dragged...

Tom Ripley: [pretending to be Dickie] You could elevate me.

Meredith: The truth is that if you've had money your unabridged life, even if you despise information technology, which we do - agreed? - you're only truly comfortable around other people who have it and despise it.

Meredith: I know about y'all and Marge and Mongi and what an unreliable rat you are. Well, Freddie said you were a rat and I thought to myself , "Ah, now I know why he travels nether R."

Tom Ripley: [pretending to exist Dickie] I've left Marge, Meredith. And Mongi. So the rat'southward here in Rome.

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

Peter: Aye, 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 northward.

Peter: Well you should hurry, before we sink.

Meredith: Will you lot meet me tomorrow? Just to say goodbye properly? You lot know, in the daylight, so it's not just this.

Tom Ripley: [pretending to be Dickie] Of course, Meredith. I'm sorry. Of course, I'll meet you.

Meredith: You should always relieve pain for daylight.

Meredith: Good-bye. I'grand happy to put a face to a name.

Inspector Roverini: Do you keep a photograph of Signor Ripley?

Tom Ripley: [pretending to be Dickie] I'm not in the habit of conveying effectually photographs of my male friends.

Tom Ripley: I feel guilty. Marge doesn't sympathize this, merely whenever Dickie does something - I experience guilty. If that makes sense.

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

Marge Sherwood: Well, how would we know that?

Meredith: He told me everything. I was supposed to run into him fifteen minutes agone, so - I'one thousand going to get now, I think. God, unless he meant united states to meet? That would be a little cruel, wouldn't it?

Peter: No, nosotros're meeting some other friend. Tom Ripley.

Marge Sherwood: Do you know Tom Ripley?

Meredith: No! No. I've heard about him, of class, but, I didn't - run across him. No.

Tom Ripley: Peter, tell me some adept things about Tom Ripley.

Tom Ripley: I feel guilty. I feel like I pushed him away. I feel like I spoke and he heard yous.

Herbert Greenleaf: Well, if we all pushed him away - what about him pushing us away? You've been a great friend to my son! Everything is someone else's mistake. We all want to sow wild oats.

Alvin MacCarron: In America we are taught to bank check a fact before it *becomes* a fact.

Tom Ripley: I lied. To her. She thought she'd seen you.

Peter: Why lie?

Tom Ripley: Dickie and Peter, together, that'south just too good gossip.

Peter: Or, *Tom* and Peter fifty-fifty.

Tom Ripley: Well that would be even better gossip.

Meredith: Oh, God, I've seen you, over again. I've idea about y'all - so much.

Tom Ripley: [pretending to be Dickie] I've idea about you.

Meredith: Yeah, well, when I thought near you I was mostly hating you lot.

Dickie Greenleaf: Marge. Margie. Unbelievable, Tom tin't ski either. Nosotros'll have to teach him that, too. Such depression class, Marge. Does this guy know anything?

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