The Woman on the Beach

Scott:
Well, let's face it, I'm not well!

Tod:
Peggy, did it ever occur to you that to me you'll always be beautiful no matter how old you grow? I'll always remember you as you were the last day I saw you - young, beautiful, bright, excitimg. No one who can see can say that to you. Peg, you're so beautiful... so beautiful outside... so rotten inside.

Scott:
You know I don't understand much about painting.

Tod:
There's nothing much to understand. It hasn't anything to do with the brain. It's the eye. A painting's like a woman. She either thrills you or she doesn't.

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.