Elise Clifton-Ward quotes from The Tourist (2010)

View Quote (about Frank to Shaw) This man is a tourist!

View Quote (to Frank) I would rather you be a man who did exactly as he pleased.

View Quote (to Frank) So, what are you doing all alone in the city of lovers? Is there no one in your life?

View Quote (about Alexander) He's someone who used to be very important to me.

View Quote (about Shaw) Once he bragged to Alexander that he had every man killed his wife had slept with before she met him. When he found out how many there had been, he killed her too.

View Quote Elise Clifton-Ward: I'm Elise.
Frank Tupelo: I'm Frank.
Elise: That's a terrible name.
Frank: (shrugs) It's the only one I've got.
Elise: Maybe we can find you another.
Frank: Okay.

View Quote Elise: Invite me to dinner, Frank.
Frank: What?
Elise: (gives him a look)
Frank: Would you like to have dinner?
Elise: Women don't like questions.
Frank: Join me for dinner.
Elise: Too demanding.
Frank: Join me for dinner?
Elise: Another question.
Frank: (thinks for a moment) I'm having dinner, if you'd care to join me.
Elise: (smiles at him)

View Quote Frank: You're ravenous.
Elise: Do you mean ravishing?
Frank: I do.
Elise: You look ravenous.
Frank: I do.

View Quote Elise: Twenty million dollars worth of plastic surgery. And that's the face you choose.
Frank: You don't like it?
Elise: It will do.

View Quote Reginald Shaw: Alexander, is it you? Truly?
Frank: Truly.
Reginald Shaw: Show me your teeth. (Frank opens his mouth, only showing his teeth) Alexander has crooked teeth. Stained from excessive smoking.
Frank: Braces and electronic cigarettes.
Reginald Shaw: He has a high forehead.
Frank: I had a migraine for two weeks after the remodel.
Reginald Shaw: You sound different.
Frank: 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: (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: (almost scoffing): That's pathetic. This man is not Alexander Pearce! He's a tourist.
Reginald Shaw: A tourist?
Elise: Someone I happen to sit next to on a train.
Frank: (pointedly) How would a tourist know that you kill every man your wife has ever slept with?
Elise: I told him that.
Reginald Shaw: (to Elise) You...told a tourist?
Frank: Why would she do that? It's absurd.