Oliver: Can I kiss you?
Elio: Yes, please.
Mr. Perlman: Right now you may not want to feel anything. Maybe you never wanted to feel anything. And maybe it's not to me you'll want to speak about these things. But feel something you obviously did.
Marzia: People who read are hiders. They hide who they are. People who hide don't always like who they are.
Oliver: The Cosmic Fragments by Heraclitus: The meaning of the river flowing is not that all things are changing so that we cannot encounter them twice, but that some things stay the same only by changing.
Art Historian 2: Cinema is a mirror of reality and it is a filter.
Mr. Perlman: Look, you had a beautiful friendship. Maybe more than a friendship. And I envy you.
Oliver: Call me by your name and I'll call you by mine.
Mr. Perlman: You're too old not to accept people for who they are. What's wrong with them? What's wrong with them? You call them Sonny and Cher behind their backs.
Elio: That's what mom calls them. That's what mom calls them.
Mr. Perlman: ...and then accept gifts from them. The only person that reflects badly on is you. Is it because they're gay or because they're ridiculous?
Mr. Perlman: When you least expect it, nature has cunning ways of finding our weakest spot.
Elio: Just watch, this is how he'll say goodbye to us when the time comes, with his, "Later."
Annella Perlman: Meanwhile we'll have to put up with him for six long weeks, won't we, darling?
Mr. Perlman: I think he's shy. You'll grow to like him.
Elio: What if I grow to hate him?
Mr. Perlman: In my place, most parents would hope the whole thing goes away. Pray their sons land on their feet, but... I am not such a parent.
Mr. Perlman: We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster than we should that we go bankrupt by the age of thirty and have less to offer each time we start with someone new. But to make yourself feel nothing so as not to feel anything - what a waste.
Elio: I miss you.
Oliver: I miss you too, very much. I have some news.
Elio: News? Oh, you're getting married, I suppose.
Oliver: I might be getting married next spring, yeah.
Elio: You never said anything.
Oliver: Well, it's been off and on for two years.
Elio: That's wonderful news.
Oliver: Do you mind?
