
Tom Ripley: I always thought it would be better, to be a fake somebody... than a real nobody.
Tom Ripley: If I could just go back... if I could rub everything out... starting with myself.
Dickie Greenleaf: Everybody should have one talent, what's yours?
Tom Ripley: Telling lies, forging signatures and impersonating almost anybody.
Tom Ripley: I really feel happy. As if I had been granted a new lease in life.
Tom Ripley: I could live Dickie's life for him.
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.
Tom Ripley: 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 saw how ugly it is. I keep wanted to do that, fling the door open just let light in and clean everything out.
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