Frank Taylor Quotes in The Tourist (2010)

Elise: Invite me to dinner, Frank?

Frank Taylor: What?

Elise: [gives him 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 him]

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.

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!

Elise: 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.

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.

Frank Taylor: Fuck!... you're ravenous.

Elise: Do you mean 'ravishing'?

Frank Taylor: I do.

Elise: You're ravenous.

Frank Taylor: I am

Frank Taylor: Why is everyone trying to kill me?

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.

Elise: I'm sorry I got you involved in all this.

Frank Taylor: Why are you involved?

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.

Hotel Waiter Guido: Bongiorno!

Frank Taylor: Bon Jovi!

Elise: 20 million worth in plastic surgery and that's the face you chose.

Frank Taylor: You don't like it.

Elise: That will do.

[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!

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.

Frank Taylor: How yuh doin', Ed?

Ed Jackson: Oh, terrible! I feel like a drill was driving right through the top of my head.

Frank Taylor: It might be a good idea to let out some of dat beer you slopped up last night.

Ed Jackson: Aw, quit riding me, will yuh?

Frank Taylor: Oh, I ain't even started on you yet. C'mon, let's eat.

Ed Jackson: No, Frank, I couldn't.

Frank Taylor: Oh, come on. Do you good. You gotta eat.

[He snaps his finger]

Frank Taylor: I got just the thing to straighten you out.

Ed Jackson: Yeah? What is it?

Frank Taylor: Some nice ice cold oatmeal smothered wid lard.

[Frank taps Ed on the stomach and Ed winces]

Cliff Moore: Read!

Frank Taylor: [reading the Black Legion oath] In the name of God and the Devil, one to reward and the other to punish, and by the powers of light and darkness, good and evil, here under the black arch of Heaven's avenging symbol, I pledge and consecrate my heart, my brain, my body, and my limbs and swear by all the powers of Heaven and Hell to devote my life to the obedience of my superiors and that no danger or peril shall deter me from executin' dere orders. That I will exert every possible means in my power for the extermination of the anarchist, the Roman hierar...

[He has difficulty in pronouncing it]

Frank Taylor: ... hierarchy and their abettors. I swear that I will die fighting those whose serpent trail has winnowed the fair fields of our allies and sympathizers. I will show no mercy but strike with an avengin' arm as long as breath remains. I further pledge my heart, my brain, my body, my limbs never to betray a comrade and that I will submit to all the tortures mankind can inflict and suffer the most horrible death rather than reveal a single word of this, my oath, before violatin' a single clause or implied pledge of this my obligation. I...

[He pauses]

Frank Taylor: Do I have to say dis?

Cliff Moore: Say it!

Frank Taylor: I will pray to an avengin' God and an umerciful Devil to tear my heart out and roast it over the flames of sulfur, and lastly may my soul be given into the torment that my body be submerged into molten metal... and stifled into the flames of Hell, and that this punishment may be meted out to me through all eternity. In the name of God, our creator, Amen.

All: Amen.