30 Best Call Me by Your Name Quotes

[Oliver finds Elio's "peach"]
Elio: I'm sick, aren't I?
Oliver: I wish everyone was as sick as you.

Art: Cinema is a mirror of reality and it is a filter.

[Oliver opens the door to Elio's room]
Oliver: Elio, come here. Take your trunks off.
[Elio complies and Oliver briefly goes down on him in the doorway]
Oliver: Well, that's promising. You're hard again. Good.
[stands up and closes the door to Elio's surprise and his own]

Oliver: I like the way you say things. I don't know why you're always putting yourself down though.
Elio: So you won't, I guess.

[writing a letter to Oliver, voices overlapping]
Elio: Please don't avoid me. It kills me. I can't stand thinking you hate me. Your silence is killing me. I'd sooner die than know you hate me. I am such a pussy.
Elio: [to himself] Way over the top.
[rips the paper out and writes another note]
Elio: Can't stand the silence. I need to speak to you.

Oliver: Call me by your name and I'll call you by mine.

Mr. Perlman: In my place, most parents would hope the whole thing goes away. Pray their sons land on their feet, but... I am not such a parent.

Oliver: The Cosmic Fragments by Heraclitus: The meaning of the river flowing is not that all things are changing so that we cannot encounter them twice, but that some things stay the same only by changing.

[repeated line]
Oliver: Later!

[Elio grabs Oliver's crotch]
Elio: Am I offending you?
[Oliver takes Elio's hand and moves it]
Oliver: Just don't.

Mr. Perlman: Look, you had a beautiful friendship. Maybe more than a friendship. And I envy you.

Mr. Perlman: Have I spoken out of turn? Then I'll say one more thing. It'll clear the air. I may have come close, but I never had what you two have. Something always held me back or stood in the way. How you live your life is your business, just remember, our hearts and our bodies are given to us only once. And before you know it, your heart is worn out, and, as for your body, there comes a point when no one looks at it, much less wants to come near it. Right now, there's sorrow, pain. Don't kill it and with it the joy you've felt.
Elio: Does mom know?
[long pause]
Mr. Perlman: I don't think she does.

Marzia: People who read are hiders. They hide who they are. People who hide don't always like who they are.

Mr. Perlman: Right now you may not want to feel anything. Maybe you never wanted to feel anything. And maybe it's not to me you'll want to speak about these things. But feel something you obviously did.

Annella: [Reading from The Heptaméron] A handsome young knight is madly in love with a princess, and she too is in love with him, though she seems not to be entirely aware of it. Despite the friendship that blossoms between them, or perhaps because of that very friendship, the young knight finds himself so humbled and speechless that he is totally unable to bring up the subject of his love. Until one day he asks the princess point-blank: Is it better to speak or to die?
Elio: I'll never have the courage to ask a question like that.
Mr. Perlman: I doubt that. Hey, Elly-Belly. You do know that you can always talk to us?

Elio: I thought that he did not like me

Mr. Perlman: You two had a nice friendship.
Elio: Yeah...
Mr. Perlman: You're too smart not to know how rare, how special what you two had was.
Elio: Oliver was Oliver.
Mr. Perlman: Parce-que c'etait lui, parce-que c'etait moi.
Elio: Oliver may be very intelligent but...
Mr. Perlman: Oh no, no, no. He was more than intelligent. What you two had, had everything and nothing to do with intelligence. He was good. You were both lucky to have found each other, because you too are good.
Elio: I think he was better than me. I think he was better than me.
Mr. Perlman: I'm sure he'd say the same thing about you. Which flatters you both.

Elio: Malfada? Mom? Yeah, it's me. Yeah, everything's fine, I'm at the station in Clusone. Listen, Mom, can you...
[voice breaking]
Elio: Can you come get me, mom?

Oliver: Is there a bank in town? I'd like to start an account while I'm here.
[accidentally breaks his soft boiled egg]
Mafalda: [in Italian] Let me do it.
Oliver: [in English] Sorry.
[Mafalda cracks open another egg for Oliver]
Mr. Perlman: It happens to the best of us.
Oliver: Yeah, well...
Mr. Perlman: [chuckling] None of our residents has ever had a local bank account.
Oliver: Really?
Elio: Should I take him to Montodine?
Mr. Perlman: I think they're closed for summer vacation. You try... Crema.
Elio: Crema?

Oliver: [to Elio playing the guitar] Sounds nice.
Elio: I thought you didn't like it.
Oliver: [looks at Elio, looks away again] Play it again, will you?
Elio: [walks into the house] Follow me.
Oliver: [Elio plays the piano] That sounds different; did you change it?
Elio: I changed it a little bit.
Oliver: Why?
Elio: I just played it the way Liszt would have played it if he'd altered Bach's version.
Oliver: Play that again.
Elio: Play what again?
Oliver: The thing you played outside.
Elio: Oh, you want me to play the thing I played outside?
Oliver: Please.
Oliver: [after Elio plays] I can't believe you changed it again!
Elio: Oh, I changed it a little bit.
Oliver: Yeah. Why?
Elio: I just played it the way Busoni would have played it if he'd altered Liszt's version.
Oliver: And what is wrong with Bach the way Bach would have played Bach's version?
Elio: [interrupting] Bach never wrote it for the guitar. In fact, they're not even sure Bach even wrote it.
Oliver: Forget I asked!
Elio: [Elio plays] It's young Bach. He dedicated it to his brother.

Oliver: Is there anything you don't know?
Elio: I know nothing, Oliver.
Oliver: Well, you seem to know more than anyone else around here.
Elio: Well, if you only knew how little I really know about the things that matter.
Oliver: What "things that matter?"
[long pause]
Elio: You know what things.
Oliver: Why are you telling me this?
Elio: Because I thought you should know.
Oliver: Because you thought I should know?
Elio: Because I wanted you to know.
Elio: [to himself] Because I wanted you to know. Because I wanted you to know. Because I wanted you to know.
Elio: [to Oliver] Because there's no one else I can say this to but you.
Oliver: Are you saying what I think you're saying?
[Elio nods]
Oliver: Wait for me here. Don't go away.
Elio: You know I'm not going anywhere.

Elio: I miss you.
Oliver: I miss you too, very much. I have some news.
Elio: News? Oh, you're getting married, I suppose.
Oliver: I might be getting married next spring, yeah.
Elio: You never said anything.
Oliver: Well, it's been off and on for two years.
Elio: That's wonderful news.
Oliver: Do you mind?

Mr. Perlman: You're too old not to accept people for who they are. What's wrong with them? What's wrong with them? You call them Sonny and Cher behind their backs...
Elio: That's what mom calls them. That's what mom calls them!
Mr. Perlman: ...and then accept gifts from them. The only person that reflects badly on is you. Is it because they're gay or because they're ridiculous?

Oliver: Mind if I put this in your bag?
Elio: Yes, please.

Oliver: Can I kiss you?
Elio: Yes, please.

Elio: They know about us.
Oliver: I figured.
Elio: How?
Oliver: From the way your dad spoke to me, he made me feel like a part of the family, almost like a son-in-law. You're so lucky! My father would have carted me off to a correctional facility.
Elio: Elio. Elio, Elio, Elio, Elio, Elio, Elio, Elio, Elio...
[long pause over the phone followed by a sigh]
Oliver: Oliver. I remember everything.

Mr. Perlman: When you least expect it, nature has cunning ways of finding our weakest spot.

Art: So we got to the government of Bettino Craxi...
Art: Because we don't do anything but talk, talk, talk.
Art: Let me talk. We have five parties that do nothing but fight.
Art: Smoke and shut up. Let them speak, him, her.
[pointing to Sam and Annella]
Art: I'd like to know what they think too.
Art: Annella, what do you think? A five-party government!
Annella: Darling, I think it's an historic compromise...
Art: Don't say that. Compromises are tragic. You've changed since you inherited this place.
Art: What's that got to do with it?
Annella: What are you saying? You're mad, darling.
Art: You asshole. She's right.
Art: [to Sam] And you don't say anything to her. Say something! You're resigned.
Art: Why don't we talk about the death of Buñuel? Buñuel was a genius.
[to Elio]
Art: You know him?
Art: Cinema isn't the answer.
Art: Cinema is a mirror of reality and it's a filter.
Art: They broadcast The Phantom of Liberty with constant interr...
Art: [interrupting] Everyone loves Buñuel!
Art: [Pointing to Oliver] Let's hear his opinion.
Art: He doesn't know anything about Italy!
Art: [to Oliver] Say something. Give us your impression.
Art: Do you have an impression?
Annella: Darling, he's American.
Art: That doesn't mean he's stupid!

Mr. Perlman: We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster than we should that we go bankrupt by the age of thirty and have less to offer each time we start with someone new. But to make yourself feel nothing so as not to feel anything - what a waste!

Elio: Just watch, this is how he'll say goodbye to us when the time comes, with his, "Later."
Annella: Meanwhile we'll have to put up with him for six long weeks, won't we, darling?
Mr. Perlman: I think he's shy. You'll grow to like him.
Elio: What if I grow to hate him?