Dorian: Aren't you tired of looking at me yet?
Basil: Certainly not. The more I look, the more I see.
Henry: It must be nearly finished, man. It isn't the Sistine Chapel.
Basil: Do you remember when I told you you could sit in if you were quiet?
Henry: I want to see it.
Basil: No, no, no, don't.
Dorian: He won't even let me have a peek.
Henry: Agatha tells me your father was also an artist.
Dorian: Apparently so.
Henry: Kelso must have been delighted, his daughter falling for some penniless painter. No wonder they eloped.
Dorian: I never knew my parents.
Henry: Of course. Typhus is so awful. Your poor mother carried off in childbirth.
Dorian: Do you take such interest in everyone you meet?
Henry: Not everyone I meet is so interesting.
Basil: Henry, why don't you go for a stroll, while I just work up the background?
Henry: You don't need Dorian for that. Let's both take a break.
Basil: Perhaps we should all get some air.
Henry: Yes, and I know just the place.
Basil: Come on, Dorian.
Basil: You see why Agatha is so keen to help White chapel? Don't you think we should at least try to make a difference?
Henry: I've no desire to change anything in England, except the weather. Welcome to my little Hellfire Club.
Bartender: Here you are, gents.
Henry: In one.
Basil: No, don't, don't.
Henry: Barkeeper. Again.
Woman: How say you and the handsome young man stuff me double?
Basil: Er, no, thank you. We nonetheless wish you godspeed on your evening's quest for romance.
Man: A little wider, my dear.
Basil: Don't worry. He's a doctor.
Henry: There's no shame in pleasure, Mr Gray. Man just wants to be happy. But society wants him to be good. And when he's good, Man is rarely happy. But when he's happy, he's always good. You do want to be good, don't you, Mr Gray, and happy?
Dorian: Isn't there a price to pay for that sort of business?
Henry: She's quite affordable.
Dorian: But what I was asking was about the effect on...
Woman: Buy a lady a drink?
Henry: On what?
Dorian: Well, on one's soul.
Henry: One's soul? This is my church. With this dram, right now, I nail my soul to the Devil's altar.
Basil: You'll never meet a more eloquent philosopher of pure folly.
Basil: Come on, Dorian. It's time we showed you what we've made.
Henry: The boy hasn't finished his gin. Go and fiddle with your background. We'll be along shortly.
Basil: Your picture awaits you, Dorian.
Henry: Perhaps you should go and speak to her.
Dorian: I didn't realise she...
Henry: Don't be timid. Go.
Dorian: I wouldn't know where to...
Henry: You see, I envy you.
Henry: Everything's possible for you because you have the only two things worth having. Youth and beauty.
Jim: Come on, let's go.
Henry: The moment's lost.
Dorian: That was probably her husband.
Henry: Yes, very sensible. People die of common sense, Dorian, one lost moment at a time. Life is a moment. There is no hereafter. So make it burn always with the hardest flame.