The Woman on the Beach (1947)
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.
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.
Tod: Nice young fellow. Don't you think so?
Peggy: Yes, he is. I like him.
Tod: A little dull though.
Peggy: Strong outdoor type.
Tod: You like that, don't you Peg? You always admired virility.
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.
Scott: Answer me Peggy, was there anything between you and Bill?
Peggy: Oh, for heaven's sake, Scott, what of it? You're not my husband.
Scott: Peggy, you're nothing but a...
Peggy: Go on. Say it - I'm a tramp. You're just finding that out?
Scott: You know, I don't understand much about paintings.
Tod: There's nothing to understand! It hasn't anything to do with the brain - its the eye. A painting's like a woman - she either thrills you or she doesn't.
Scott: Well, in that case, its easy.
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?
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: The hard thing, I guess, is to - know yourself.
Peggy: Yes, that is difficult. Anyway, what's the use?
Peggy: Have you ever had everything and suddenly had nothing? Nothing but ghosts? Oh, why should I bore you with this.
Scott: You're not! I think I understand. We're pretty much alike, aren't we?
Peggy: Yes. Yes, perhaps we are.
Scott: You're the first one who seems to know what I feel.
Eve: Do I have to pay this invoice to get the ten day discount or do I wait for the statement at the end of the month?
Scott: Well, you wouldn't expect a - beach cowboy like me to know much about invoices, would you?
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?
Scott: You're pretty well acquainted with this house, aren't you?
Peggy: Oh, I've been here before. Such a lovely place - a canary and everything. So domestic and - so dull.
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.
Peggy: If you would sell the paintings, you wouldn't have to worry about writing.
Tod: Peg, I've never been able to make you understand that those paintings are my eyes! Everything I saw in life, I set down on canvas. If I let them go I lose the last connection to the past - strong and alive.