The Tourist (I) (2010)
Johnny Depp: Frank Tupelo, Alexander Pearce
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Quotes
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Elise : Invite me to dinner, Frank?
Frank Taylor : What?
[Elise gives Frank a look]
Frank Taylor : Would you like to have dinner?
Elise : Women don't like questions.
Frank Taylor : Join me for dinner.
Elise : Too demanding.
Frank Taylor : Join me for dinner?
Elise : Another question.
Frank Taylor : [thinks for a moment] I'm having dinner, if you'd care to join me.
[Elise smiles at Frank]
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Italian policeman 2 : You wish to report a murder.
Frank Taylor : Attempted murder.
Italian policeman 2 : That's not so serious.
Frank Taylor : Not when you downgrade it from murder. But when you upgrade it from room service, it's quite serious.
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[last lines]
Elise : [on a boat with Frank/Alexander] 20 million dollars worth of plastic surgery... and that's the face you choose.
Frank Taylor : You don't like it?
Elise : It will do.
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Elise : It's the um... the Roman god, Janus. My mother gave it to me when I was little. She wanted to teach me that people have two sides. A good side, a bad side, a past, a future. And that we must embrace both in someone we love. And I tried...
Frank Taylor : What's he like?
Elise : He's... different, from anybody I know...
Frank Taylor : Different's good. Where I come from, the highest compliment they can offer a person is to say that they're down to earth, grounded. I hate it. It drives me nuts!
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Frank Taylor : Fuck! You're ravenous.
Elise : Do you mean 'ravishing'?
Frank Taylor : I do.
Elise : You're ravenous.
Frank Taylor : I am
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Frank Taylor : I'm sorry!
Elise : What for?
Frank Taylor : Aha! Oh do you mind me smoking, it's not a real cigarette, look! It delivers the same amount of nicotine, but the smoke is water vapor.
Elise : That's somewhat disappointing.
Frank Taylor : Would you rather have me smoking?
Elise : I'd rather you be a man who does exactly as he pleases.
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Frank Taylor : Why is everyone trying to kill me?
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Frank Taylor : My name's Frank.
Elise : That's a terrible name.
Frank Taylor : [shrugs] It's the only one I've got.
Elise : Perhaps we can find you a new one.
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Hotel Waiter Guido : Bongiorno!
Frank Taylor : Bon Jovi!
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Elise : So, what are you doing in the city of lovers? Is there no one in your life?
Frank Taylor : [quietly] There was.
Elise : What happened?
Frank Taylor : She left me.
Elise : [looking down] I'm sorry to hear that, Frank.
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Elise : I'm sorry I got you involved in all this.
Frank Taylor : Why are you involved?
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Reginald Shaw : [walking forward, slowly] Alexander, is it you? Truly?
Frank Taylor : Truly.
Reginald Shaw : Show me your teeth.
[Frank opens his mouth, only showing his teeth]
Reginald Shaw : Aleaxander has crooked teeth, stained from excessive smoking.
Frank Taylor : Braces and electronic cigarettes.
Reginald Shaw : He had a high forehead.
Frank Taylor : I had a migraine for two weeks after the remodel.
Reginald Shaw : You sound different.
Frank Taylor : Voice chip implant.
Reginald Shaw : No, no. I mean the way you speak.
Elise : Yes, that's right. Alexander was English. This man is American.
Frank Taylor : [with a slight British accent] I've actually gotten so used to the American accent, I find it a tad difficult to go back.
Elise : [scoffingly] That's pathetic. This man is not Alexander Pierce! He's a tourist.
Reginald Shaw : A tourist?
Elise : Someone I happen to sit next to on a train.
Frank Taylor : [pointedly to Shaw] How would a tourist know that you kill every man your wife has ever slept with?
Elise : Because I told him that.
Reginald Shaw : [to Elise] You... told a tourist?
Frank Taylor : Why would she do that? It's absurd.
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[two thugs enter the hotel room. Frank locks himself in the bathroom and calls the reception]
Frank Taylor : Hello? please help!
Hotel Concierge Alessio : [answers the phone] Buongiorno, signore.
Frank Taylor : Buongiorno... I, I need help! There are two men trying to break down the door...
Hotel Concierge Alessio : I see, what kind of problem do you have with the door, sir?
Frank Taylor : No, no, no! There are two men with guns trying to break in!
[caught in panic, Frank tries to explain the situation in Spanish instead of Italian]
Frank Taylor : Dos hombres, con... con pistolas!
Hotel Concierge Alessio : [amused] Your Spanish is excellent, sir.
Frank Taylor : Thank you...
[the thugs shoot at the door. The bullets nearly hit Frank]
Frank Taylor : Ah, I gotta go!
[Frank drops the phone and exits through the window]
Hotel Concierge Alessio : Sir?
[the concierge replaces the receiver]
Hotel Concierge Alessio : American!