- Pandora Reynolds: [looking at Hendrik's painting of her] It's not me as I am at all. But it's what I'd like to be.
- [looking at Hendrik]
- Pandora Reynolds: Why am I not like that?
- Hendrik: Perhaps because you're unfulfilled. Perhaps you've not found what you want. Perhaps you do not even know what you want, perhaps you're discontented. Discontent appeases itself by fury and destruction.
- Pandora Reynolds: [suddenly angry] Fury and destruction! Is that your opinion? Well perhaps I can find something here to destroy.
- Hendrik: I have no doubt you will.
- Pandora Reynolds: Your painting of me, for example. Would you like me to destroy your painting?
- Hendrik: [calmly] If it would help to quiet your soul.
- Pandora Reynolds: How long have you worked at it?
- Hendrik: [still perfectly calm] Does it matter?
- Pandora Reynolds: Is there any reason why I shouldn't remove my face from your painting, if I wish to?
- Hendrik: None at all.
- Pandora Reynolds: [picks up a palette knife] Shall I do it then?
- Hendrik: By all means.
- Pandora Reynolds: [Pandora uses the knife to deface the painting. Hendrik watches then calmly and wordlessly comes over to inspect the damage]
- [stunned by his calmness]
- Pandora Reynolds: Aren't you angry?
- Hendrik: I was angry once long ago. I can never be angry again.
- Pandora Reynolds: [pause, then quietly] You've made me feel quite ashamed. It's a new sensation, I'm not sure I like.
- Hendrik: Let mortal fools live in a wicked world. Faith is a lie and God himself is chaos!
- Judge: Silence!
- Hendrik: Faith is a lie and heaven a deception!
- Judge: Silence, I said. Silence!
- Hendrik: A man might have immortal life and wander for all the generations of man, over all the oceans of the world. Let him sail to the end of doomsday! He will find no woman faithful and fair. If this be folly, and upon me proved, then let the Divinity that I reject, make what sport He *will* - of my immortal soul!
- Geoffrey Fielding: [about Pandora and the Dutchman] I know now that they were in love. But I have a feeling that they never spoke of it.
- Geoffrey Fielding: If I say that I have two samples of handwriting three centuries apart, everyone will say "Poor Geoffrey's lost his wits". Because we live in a time that has no faith in legends, we live in a time that has no faith.
- Geoffrey Fielding: It was not a night for work. The moon was at the full, high over the sea, erotic and disturbing.
- Pandora Reynolds: [singing] Oh, how am I to know, If it's really love, That's found its way here? Oh, how am I to know, Will it linger on, And leave me then? I dare not guess, At this strange happiness, For, oh, How am I to know, Can it be that love, Has come to stay here?
- Janet: How can you forget Reggie so easily? Have you no feelings at all?
- Pandora Reynolds: Yes, I have. I feel relieved.
- Hendrik: What would you give up?
- Pandora Reynolds: I've asked myself that question.
- Hendrik: Your life, for instance? Would you give up your life?
- Pandora Reynolds: Yes, I would. I'd die for you without the least hesitation. I know that sounds extravagant. But, I thought about it and I mean it. I'd give up my life for you. That's the measure of my love. And you? What would you give up?
- Hendrik: My salvation.
- Pandora Reynolds: But, that's even more than life.
- Pandora Reynolds: You seem to have been expecting me.
- Hendrik: Perhaps I have been. Listen to this, "The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit, Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it."
- Janet: Why didn't you stop him?
- Pandora Reynolds: It was his life.
- Janet: He loved you.
- Pandora Reynolds: What is love?
- Janet: You're old enough to know.
- Pandora Reynolds: Oddly enough I don't.
- Geoffrey Fielding: Why do you make yourself out so bad?
- Pandora Reynolds: I don't have to. I leave that to others.
- Pandora Reynolds: Reggie was always talking about suicide. I coaxed him out of it night after night. I finally get fed up with alcoholic self-pity and threats of self-destruction. I was bored with it. It's over now and I'm not sorry. Anyhow, life is not important. Not when it's somebody else's life.
- Pandora Reynolds: There's a strange yacht in the bay.
- Stephen Cameron: It doesn't take much to set you reeling. I suppose you imagine your destiny's on board that boat - along with Nelson or the Flying Dutchman.
- Pandora Reynolds: Who is the Flying Dutchman, Stephen?
- Stephen Cameron: I haven't the vaguest idea.
- Janet: I love you, Pandora. I lie awake at night wondering what I can do to make you believe how much I love you.
- Pandora Reynolds: What would you do for me, Stephen? What perfectly, incredible thing would you do for me?
- Janet: I would do anything. Anything.
- Geoffrey Fielding: The legend says the Flying Dutchman is allowed to land once every seven years, to look for the woman who can redeem him.
- Pandora Reynolds: Redeem him from what?
- Geoffrey Fielding: His curse! He's doomed to wander the sea till judgement day as the captain of a ghost ship; unless, he can find a woman who loves him enough to die for him.
- Pandora Reynolds: Hello, there. Ahoy, there on deck. - - Hello, there! - - Hello. Sailor on watch, where are you? Is there nobody there?
- Hendrik: Pandora, darling of the Gods who gave her the precious box which she was forbidden to open.
- Hendrik: No work of art is complete, until the element of chance has entered into it. The unexpected and the surprising are indispensable.
- Hendrik: Pandora was the first woman, the Eve of Greek legend, who's curiosity cost us our earthly paradise.
- [referring to his painting]
- Hendrik: I was wrong to portray her as a particular woman - no matter how beautiful. Pandora should appear as woman in the abstract. Bride and mother. The original, generic, egghead, from which we can imagine the whole human race to have been hatched.
- Geoffrey Fielding: He seemed rapt. Transported to another world. I sensed an almost desperate ecstasy in his enjoyment.
- Hendrik: My mind was a hive of swarming gadflies, whose stings were my remorseless thoughts. Visions of her unchastity. Mad. Shameful. Bestial imaginings.
- Hendrik: My imagination was overwrought with the events of the past days. I would rest and the dream would be forgotten in the morning as vapors vanish in the rising sun.
- Pandora Reynolds: What's wrong with you two philosophers standing here in the dark? Is your conversation so bright that you don't need other illumination?
- Janet: You haven't an honest emotion in your body. You're interested only in sensation, not with sentiment!
- Pandora Reynolds: What do you see out there? The past and the future? Or, some fabulous land beyond the maps? I'm interested in the present, tonight. The here and the now.
- Hendrik: "The Sea of Faith, Was once, too, at the full - The world, which seems, To lie before us like a land of dreams - Has really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; But we are here as on a darkling plain, Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night."
- Pandora Reynolds: I know that poem. It's an English poem.
- Hendrik: Yes.
- Pandora Reynolds: Not that a Dutchman should be able to quote an English poem. But, I got over big surprises at you a long time ago.
- Hendrik: It's a poem about the sea. I know a great deal about the sea.
- Pandora Reynolds: You love the sea.
- Hendrik: Love the sea?
- [kiss]
- Pandora Reynolds: I've changed so since I've known you. I'm not cruel and hateful as I used to be. Hurting people because I was so unhappy myself. I know now what destructiveness comes from. It's a lack of love. It's as simple as that.
- Pandora Reynolds: You're so silent. But, it isn't easy to find words for big emotions. Although, I seem to have found them. I've bottled up my emotions for so long, I had to speak or explode. You have no idea the things I've imagined myself saying to you.
- Hendrik: What strange dream have you had to bring you here at this time of night?
- Pandora Reynolds: A dreadful dream.