- Louis Wain: You make the world beautiful and warm and kind. I just wanted to say thank you for that before it's too late.
- Emily Richardson-Wain: I don't make the world beautiful, Louis. The world is beautiful, and you've helped me to see that, too. Just remember - however hard things get, however much you feel like you're struggling, the world is full of beauty. And it's up to you to capture it, Louis. To look and to share it with as many people as you can. You are a prism through which that beam of life refracts.
- Emily Richardson-Wain: I think you are the first person to see that cats are in fact ridiculous. They're silly and cuddly. And lonely and frightened and brave. Like us. One day, I don't think it will be so peculiar to have a cat in the house as a little pet.
- Sir William Ingram: You've captured something of a cat, Louis. Perhaps because you yourself are a bit of a renegade. An outcast, dare I say. How you've managed to conjure images of such delight at such a dark time, I don't know.
- Louis Wain: [weeping] I have failed. I have failed her, Mr Rider.
- Dan Rider: I don't think you've failed, Mr Wain, from what you've been saying. Why do you think Emily wanted you to keep painting pictures, Mr Wain?
- Louis Wain: To help people. To show them.
- Dan Rider: Perhaps. And there's no doubt that you've done that. But I have a rather different theory. I think she wanted you to keep painting so you would not be alone. When you paint, Mr Wain, you connect with other people. You give them a piece of yourself, but they are also connecting with you. And that electricity that you describe, that you felt in the presence of Emily. I'd call that love, Mr Wain. And that is still here.
- Narrator: Louis was entirely unfit to shoulder these new responsibilities. But as the oldest and malest of the six Wain siblings, it had unfortunately become his duty.
- Mrs. Wain: You can run away from your family, Louis. You cannot run away from your grief. It trails you like a violent shadow.
- Sir William Ingram: In this occasionally bleak world, you have shown a resilience that I admire. And in spite of everything, you've brought me rather a lot of cheer with your pictures.
- Louis Wain: Of cats?
- Sir William Ingram: But they're not just cats, are they? You are a brave soul, Louis. But you can't do all this on your own.
- Grey Kitten: [subtitled] I like jomping!
- Sir William Ingram: Why were you throwing peanuts at a bull?
- Louis Wain: I heard they like peanuts. And that it calms them down. But it didn't work. Trouble with these show cows, huge egos.
- [first lines]
- Opening Narrator: [narrating] The artist Louis Wain made the cat his own. he invented a cat style, a cat society. A whole cat world. Cats that do not look and live like Louis Wain are cats are ashamed if themselves. But that is not what is important. What is important is that Louis Wain devoted his life to making all our lives happier, and cattier. In doing so, he undoubtedly raised up the cat society, and he changed our world for the better.
- Narrator: Aside from its bizarre social prejudices, and the fact that everything stank of shit, Victorian England was also a land of innovation and scientific discovery. Many of England's finest minds were digging into the nature of electricity. To harness its power, for practical use. But for the young Louis Wain, it was something else. Something so extraordinary and strange, that the human brain was barely able to comprehend it. A mysterious, elemental force that, on occasion, he could feel shimmering in the ether. And the key to all of life's most alarming secrets.