- Tod: Peggy, did it ever occur to you that to me you'll always be young and beautiful? No matter how old you grow - I'll always remember you as you were the last day I saw you - young, beautiful, bright, exciting. No one who can see can say that to you. - - Peg, you're so beautiful... so beautiful outside, so rotten inside.
- Peggy: You're no angel.
- Tod: No. I guess we're two of a kind.
- Peggy: We used to - drink a lot. We lived in a sort of strange state of excitement, always off balance, high pitched, tense, always just at the breaking point.
- Peggy: I was so proud of you: the great Tod Butler - fiery American painter who approached his canvas' like a prizefighter.
- Tod: Don't try to get away. I can sense every move you make. I can sense you like an animal. My eyes don't see, but I have hands and ears and a nose. I can even smell your hate!
- Scott: You know, when they let me out of the hospital, they said Lieutenant your wounds are all healed - you're sound in body and mind. But, my head is - ! Well, let's face it, I'm not well!
- Peggy: [to Scott, who's clutching a dead man's life jacket he has found] If you're so afraid about ghosts, Lieutenant, what about that jacket you're holding?
- Scott: [Admiring the paintings] These must be worth a fortune now that you're...
- [Scott hesitates to say 'blind.']
- Tod: Since you're convinced I'm blind, go ahead... say it, but you're right. Now that I can't paint anymore, this stuff of mine gets more valuable every day. There's an old saying in my trade: a man never gets rich until he's dead. I assure you a blind painter's just the same as a dead man.
- Mrs. Wernecke: I tell you what I'll do, I'll wash your hair for you this afternoon! I bought some new fancy shampoo stuff.
- Scott: You know, you people are all trying to take care of me, but nobody tries to understand what - Well, you think I'm sick? That's it, isn't it?
- Tod: You know, I never really started to paint well until just before the lights went out. But, I think this is one of my best. There's something about the effects of the hair and the skin texture. Of course, nudes were never my strong suit; but, here I had a particularly beautiful subject. As you can see, this is a portrait of Peggy.
- Scott: Why, excuse me Tod, I-I think you have the wrong painting. This is a picture of some roses and a newspaper.
- Tod: Peggy, I'm going to keep you. No matter what I have to do, I'm going to keep you as long as I live. No other man can ever take my place. Remember that.
- Mrs. Wernecke: [off camera, young kids are being unruly] Now, if you break anything, I'm gonna' warm your pants!
- Tod: [dictating some text to Peggy, who is typing it out for him] The theory that man is inherently good is bunk. Pure bunk. Each individual possesses a split personality, which...
- [pauses]
- Tod: Oh, that's pretty dull stuff, isn't it?
- Peggy: Yes, it is.
- Tod: Thanks... That bad?
- Peggy: Mm-hmm.
- Tod: Oh, what's the use of kidding. I can't write.
- Peggy: Tod, please listen!
- Tod: I've listened to you enough. I listen to you tiptoeing in the dark, and sighing in your sleep. You think I need eyes to tell me you want to get rid of me? You murderous little sneak!
- Peggy: Tod...
- Tod: So, you wanna' be free? You'll get away when I choose to let you go! And I'm not ready yet - not quite!