- Mrs. Stephens: [referring to Mark] I don't trust a man who walks quietly.
- Helen Stephens: He's shy.
- Mrs. Stephens: His footsteps aren't. They're stealthy.
- 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.
- [Mark is about to be interviewed by the police and is filming their investigation]
- Clapper Boy: Suppose they catch you?
- Mark Lewis: Oh they will. They look very efficient.
- Clapper Boy: Don't you mind?
- Mark Lewis: No.
- Clapper Boy: Mark, are you crazy?
- Mark Lewis: [laughs] Yes. Do you think they'll notice?
- [last lines]
- Mark's Father - A.N. Lewis: Don't be a silly boy. There's nothing to be afraid of!
- Mark as a Child: [Softly] Good night Daddy. Hold my hand.
- 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.
- Mr. Peters: [an elderly customer has just hurried out of the shop after purchasing pornography and a daily newspaper] Well, he won't be doing the crossword tonight.
- Mrs. Stephens: I visit this room every night.
- Mark Lewis: Visit?
- Mrs. Stephens: The blind always live in the rooms they live under.
- 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.
- Mrs. Stephens: Helen?
- Helen Stephens: Yes?
- Mrs. Stephens: Doesn't matter.
- Helen Stephens: Mother, what's worrying you?
- Mrs. Stephens: The price of whiskey.
- Mark Lewis: [watching his own film with Mrs Stephens, who is blind] It's no good. The lights fade too soon.
- Mrs. Stephens: They always do.
- Mark Lewis: I... I have to try again.
- Mrs. Stephens: What do you think you've spoiled?
- Mark Lewis: An opportunity. Now I have to find another one.
- Journalist: What paper are you from?
- Mark Lewis: I beg your pardon
- Journalist: I said, what paper are you from?
- Mark Lewis: Oh... The Observer.
- Journalist: Oh.