Call Me by Your Name Monologues

In 1980s Italy, romance blossoms between a seventeen-year-old student and the older man hired as his father's research assistant.

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!

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.

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

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.

I'm sure he'd say the same thing about you. Which flatters you both.

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…

…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?

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.

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.

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

There are four known sets, after the Praxiteles originals. This fellow's at number three. The Emperor Hadrian had a pair, dug up at Tivoli, but one of the more philistine of the Farnese Popes melted them down and had them recast as a particularly voluptuous Venus.