Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

it doesn't mean what it means when you make a promise...

You know, we were banging on that door forever.

[Meredith] Dickie ?

He says good-bye.

Soul Surrendering your soul

Most of the thugs at Princeton had tasted everything and had no taste.

Marge, you know Dickie has I hate opera tattooed on his chest.

- Here-- - You always type your letters ?

You never meet anybody who thinks they're a bad person.

- Did we see you at the opera last night ? - Uh--

I lied... to her.

Now he's missing, I'm learning a great deal about him,

You might want to get that mole on your cheek checked

[Peter] And you.

Marge, Marge, what do you think ?

when Oda releases a new chapter

- [Bus Drives Away] - [Women Chattering]

[ Man Speaking Italian ]

I love it here ! I'm gonna move here !

- Battistoni. - Battistoni.

I was just saying, you live in Italy,

- You're kidding. - They're giving me this vacation,

- [ Italian ] - [ Italian ]

- Let me see it. What does he say ? - He's getting impatient.

- So the rat's here in Rome. - Oh, I'm sorry.

Iíve made a mess of being Dickie Greenleaf, haven't I ?

I don't know why. I just don't know why.

- Yes, Dickie ? - Sure, anytime.

One man, who will not testify...

I don't know. What do you want to change about this moment ?

Sure. You're a quick study, arenít you ?

Tom has someone to love him.

It's one big love affair.

Everyone knows you can't call a boat after a man.

I'll catch up with you later.

- Okay. - Did you know that at Princeton...

and he's murdered.

- Now ? - Yeah.

You want to play the drums. Which is it, Dickie ? What are you actually--

You know ? From a distance ?

so he asked me to come along and help out.

Mamma mia. [ Italian ]

Didn't-- Didn't-Didn't Dick say ?

[ Italian ] Signor Greenleaf !

Tom is beautiful.

I always thought it'd be better...

Is that what he said ? He wants to be alone ?

- You're mad. [ Chuckling ] - I am.

[Keyboard Clacking]

starting with myself--

I donít think so.

If I make dinner at my place tonight, maybe you could look at it then.

I'm thinkin' of givin' up the sax.

Oh, here he is.

[Man Speaking Italian Over P.A. ]

Where are you going ?

Yes, I do, and you're not funny.

To be honest, I'm-Iím a little relieved you're going.

You're only truly comfortable around other people...

- Thank you. That's very kind. - Both of you.

either you despise it, which we do-- agreed ?

- Postmortem. - Yeah, exactly.

- Hold on to me. - I hate you.

- I know the Piazza. What time ? - 1 0:30 ?

Last time you didn't know you ass from your elbow.

I don't care for B.S.

I can tell you, the Greenleaf name opens a lot of doors.

Unbelievable. Tom can't ski either.

and there are demons.

- Only once ? - Absolutely. Once. Ciao.

[Dickie] Iím never going back.

- Ohh. - I make a fabulous martini.

Now you're giving me directions.

[Man Shouting in Italian]

This is the best.

I know you're a jazz fiend, but do you absolutely hate the opera ?

I hope that the trip has afforded you some pleasure...

Um, hello. Um, I'm Tom Ripley.

or I make a promise.

I clean forgot. Ridiculous.

Silvana, Silvana

You know ? [ Laughs ] Incredible.

- I was half asleep. How are you ? - How are you ?

I know no one else sees that's so tender.

Starting with borrowing a jacket.

Tutto bene, Signor Greenleaf.

The police are amateurs.

you've broken my heart.

I wasn't snooping. I just--

[Siren Wailing, Distant]

Look ! Look ! Bird !

- [ Italian ] - I live here !

Marge maintenance.

- Like what ? - Forget it.

Somethingís going on.

- [ Dickie ] You're breaking my ribs ! - What ?

- Sheís been seeing something of Dickie. - Oh, my God.

- What did he say ? - He says so many fiancÈes.

Now no one'll ever find me. [ Chuckling ]

you're much more like the son my father wanted.

So I fled to Paris to work on my book.

It's a new piano. Probably shouldn't--

Well, I would like to leave a message.

- That should be two T's. - I can't write, and I can't spell.