- Gulley Jimson: What are you doing?
- Miss D. Coker: I'm saying my prayers; I forgot them.
- Gulley Jimson: I thought you hated G-d.
- Miss D. Coker: Maybe I do.
- Gulley Jimson: Why do you pray then?
- Miss D. Coker: Well, he's our Father, isn't he?
- Gulley Jimson: That's a funny reason.
- Gulley Jimson: What are your feet like?
- Charwoman: Why?
- Gulley Jimson: If they're really old, trampled feet - as I suspect - I'd like to draw them.
- Charwoman: Draw your own feet!
- [she leaves]
- Gulley Jimson: Old women's feet... thin, flat, long, clinging to the ground like reptiles.
- Gulley Jimson: Go away. Scram. Tie lead weights to your feet, fireworks in your hair, kiss your mother goodbye and jump in the river. I don't know you. I don't want to know you. Buzz off! Explode!
- Gulley Jimson: [to Nosey] Now see what you've done. Got me locked out for life.
- [Referring to prison]
- Nosey: My bike! Bring it back. My bike!
- Man in the Street 1: Stop, thief! Stop, thief!
- Man in the Street 2: Stop, thief!
- Man in the Street 1: Stop, thief! Stop, thief!
- Bobby: [Blows his whistle]
- Nosey: No, no no. It's all right. He's - he's a not a theif. He's a friend of mine.
- Bobby: You start yelling "stop, thief" at innocent people...
- Nosey: I never did.
- Bobby: ...and you'll find yourself in hot water. Now, be off with you. And pull your socks up.
- Constable: Mr. Jimson?
- Gulley Jimson: No. That's my first cousin, once removed, an artist who's always getting into trouble with the police. He just went up the road. Shall I call him back?
- Constable: Have you just sent a telephone message of a threatening character to Mr. Hickson of Portland Place?
- Gulley Jimson: I only said I'd burn his house down and cut his liver out.
- Constable: Now he doesn't want to prosecute, but if you go on making a nuissance of yourself, well, he's gonna have to take steps.
- Gulley Jimson: Would he rather I cut his liver out without phoning?
- Constable: Now, come now, Mr. Jimson. Put yourself in his place.
- Gulley Jimson: I wish I could. It's a very nice place.
- Gulley Jimson: Of course you want to be an artist. Everybody does, once. But they get over it, like measles and chicken pox.
- Nosey: But there have to be artists!
- Gulley Jimson: And lunatics too! But why go and live in an asylum before you're sent for?
- Miss D. Coker: Excuse me, Mrs. Monday, I'm Miss D. Coker, a friend of Mr. Jimson's and we want a few words with you, and not in the street, if you please.
- Hodges: Are you sure that Sir and Lady Beeder are expecting you?
- Gulley Jimson: Expecting me? They're down on their knees praying for me.
- Gulley Jimson: Anyone at home? Mrs. Morton Graines Waring? She's gone to Java.
- Abel: That's all right, I'll work down there. Come. I want to get started.
- Gulley Jimson: I like it here: bricks and broken glass, and an old garbage can. It's the story of my life.
- Gulley Jimson: It could happen to anyone, dear. All the greatest artists got their squares wrong. Numbers were invented by Arabs who hate art.
- Painter at side of ship: Where do you think you're goin', dad? What's the big idea?
- Gulley Jimson: [Final Lines] Ah, 'there is good news yet to hear and fine things to be seen, before we go to Paradise by way of Kensal Green'
- [quoting final lines of G.K. Chesterton's 'The Rolling English Road.']
- Sara Monday: [Introduces Jimson to Dicky] This is Mr. Jimson. He's an artist.
- Gulley Jimson: Since when?
- Sara Monday: [to Dicky] You've never seen a real artist before, have you?
- Constable: [Dicky sticks out tongue to Jimson]
- Gulley Jimson: You've got the right idea, son. Why don't you bite me? That's the way to treat strangers. Make them respect you.
- Sara Monday: Oh, Gully. God bless you. You don't throw a woman's weakness in her face. You know how God made us. That's the funny thing about you. You know about women.
- Gulley Jimson: When it comes to a wife, give me a woman every time.
- Gulley Jimson: You've got your whale upside down.
- Bit Role: Sybille
- [a painter]
- Bit Role: But Mr. Jimson, surely a whale doesn't have its eye *under* its jaw, does it?
- Gulley Jimson: Gully Jimson: Naught of your sarcasm, now. *My* whales do. Otherwise, they wouldn't be real; they'd just be pictures out of a whale book.
- Bit Role: Sybille
- [a painter]
- Bit Role: Shall I try and reverse it?
- Gulley Jimson: Not now. It's too late.
- Gulley Jimson: [speaking to some helpers] When you've finished that, you can start on the Damned: D8, 9 and 10. We may need tigers and orchids; or fly catchers and flesh eaters; Flowers of Evil - or a borough councilor eating a baby for breakfast.