- [first lines]
- Tom Weston: This collodion apparatus, is it an improvement on the daguerreotype?
- Christian Cartwright: Mr. Weston, your knowledge of my business shames me.
- Tom Weston: I've always felt a kinship with photography, despite being a mere on-looker. The power to hold a mirror to a subject. To glimpse into uncompromising truths, illusions. It is extraordinary.
- Clara: [looking together at photograph] I've never Mrs. Weston look like this.
- Christian Cartwright: You're not the only one with a share of suffering, Clara.
- Clara: You haven't known me more than 5 minutes, what gives you the right to speak to me like that?
- Christian Cartwright: Perhaps... I like you.
- Christian Cartwright: [to Clara] The most beautiful thing about you is that you have no idea how beautiful you are.
- [last lines]
- Denise: Why did you feel the need to act alone. To hide your plans from me?
- Moray: It's from a desire to protect you.
- Denise: I do not want, nor do I need protection.
- Moray: You must make allowances for a man shielding his love from the murkiness of men, and business. You are my most prized possession. Even over the Paradise.
- Moray: [slaps him across the face] I fear you will never understand. No matter the depth of your love, it does not equate to ownership. I am not your possession. I refuse to live in a box marked "my little champion." I'm sorry John...