Elise:Invite me to dinner, Frank?
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.
Frank Taylor:Join me for dinner?
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: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.
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!
Frank Taylor:I'm sorry!
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.
Frank Taylor:I am
Hotel Waiter Guido:Bongiorno!
Frank Taylor:Bon Jovi!
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?
Chief Inspector Jones:Agent Ward, your suspension's lifted.
Elise:Thank you, sir.
Chief Inspector Jones:And your employment is terminated, immediately.
Elise:Thank you, sir.
Frank Taylor:Why is everyone trying to kill me?
Elise:So, what are you doing in the city of lovers? Is there no one in your life?
Frank Taylor:[quietly]There was.
Frank Taylor:She left me.
Elise:[looking down]I'm sorry to hear that, Frank.
Reginald Shaw:[preparing to cut her]You'll find life is not quite so giving to an ugly woman.
The Englishman:[as he is restrained]I'm just a tourist. Just a tourist. He said I might get arrested at some point
Acheson:[taking the passport]What?
The Englishman:But then you'd have to let me go because you have nothing on me.
Chief Inspector Jones:Who?
The Englishman:The man that's been sending me these texts
[holding out his phone]
Acheson:[taking the phone]Texts?
The Englishman:And the money, of course.
Acheson:[looking through the texts in the phone]Let me get this straight, because I'm a little confused. You received money from a man you've never met before, who sends you text messages telling you just to show up somewhere?
The Englishman:[wistfully looking around Venice]Well, not just anywhere.
Elise:[as she reads the letter from Pearce]Elise, you have no reason to trust me anymore, but give me a chance to explain myself. I know the police are watching you. We have to throw them off the trail. Board the eight-twenty-two, the Gare de Lyon, pick someone my height and build and make them believe it is me. Burn this letter. It is important you follow my instructions precisely. I love you, Alexander.
Elise:You're a part of a plan.
Acheson:This is exactly why she chose him. To distract us.
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.
Reginald Shaw:[to his men about Pearce]You know he will be with her. They'll be staying at one of the grand hotels. The Gritti, the Regina, the Danieli. I want you to keep a watch on all of them. You can kill the girl, but you can't kill him. Not until I have my money that is.
Chief Inspector Jones:[almost disdainfully]Alexander Pearce has seven hundred and forty four million in illegal assets that given he is a British subject we might seize. This operation so far has cost me eight million. If I thought there was more that a one in a hundred chance you could be success, it would be rational for me to continue this operation... I do not.
Elise:It's gone too far.
Reginald Shaw:[walking forward, slowly]Alexander, is it you? 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.