Tom Ripley: You're the brother I never had. I'm the brother you never had. I would do anything for you, Dickie.
Freddie Miles: I want this job of yours, Tommy. I was just saying, you live in Italy, sleep in Dickie's house, eat Dickie's food, wear his clothes, and his father picks up the tab. If you get bored, let me know, I'll do it.
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.
Tom Ripley: I always thought it would be better to be a fake somebody than a real nobody.
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.
Freddie Miles: As always.
Peter: Officially, there are no Italian homosexuals. It makes Michelangelo and Leonardo very inconvenient.
Tom Ripley: 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.
Alvin MacCarron: I don't care for BS. I don't care to hear it, I don't care to speak it.
Dickie Greenleaf: Now you'll find out why Ms. Sherwood shows up for breakfast, Tom. It's not love, it's my coffee machine.
Peter: Tom is crushing me.
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.
Dickie Greenleaf: "See Venice and die," is what they say? Or is it Rome?
Freddie Miles: Tommy. How's the peeping? Tommy, how's the peeping? Tommy. Tommy. Tommy. Tommy. Tommy.