Mrs. Stephens: Take me to your cinema.
Mark Lewis: Whatever I photograph I always lose.
Mrs. Stephens: Helen?
Helen Stephens: Yes?
Mrs. Stephens: Doesn't matter.
Helen Stephens: Mother, what's worrying you?
Mrs. Stephens: The price of whiskey.
Vivian: What would frighten me to death? Set the mood for me, Mark.
Mark Lewis: Imagine... someone coming towards you... who wants to kill you... regardless of the consequences.
Vivian: A madman?
Mark Lewis: Yes. But he knows it - and you don't.
Mrs. Stephens: Instinct's a wonderful thing, isn't it, Mark? A pity it can't be photographed. If I'd listened to it years ago, I - I might have kept my sight. I wouldn't have let a man operate I had no faith in.
Mr. Peters: Got a question for you. Which magazine sells the most copies?
Mark Lewis: Those with girls on the front covers and no front covers on the girls.
Mrs. Stephens: I visit this room every night.
Mark Lewis: Visit?
Mrs. Stephens: The blind always live in the rooms they live under.
