Hurd Hatfield credited as playing...
Dorian Gray
- Dorian Gray: If only it was the picture who was to grow old, and I remain young. There's nothing in the world I wouldn't give for that. Yes, I would give even my soul for it.
- David Stone: [Referring to Dorian's shuttered room] What rare things have you stored away there, Dorian?
- Dorian Gray: Skeletons of inquisitive guests.
- Basil Hallward: [having seen Dorian's corrupted portrait] But this is monstrous. It's beyond nature, beyond reason. What does it mean?
- Dorian Gray: On the day you finished this painting, I made a wish. Perhaps you would call it a prayer. My wish was granted.
- Basil Hallward: But you told me you had destroyed my painting.
- Dorian Gray: I was wrong. It has destroyed me.
- Basil Hallward: It has the eyes of the Devil!
- Dorian Gray: Each of us has heaven and hell in him.
- Basil Hallward: If this is true... if this is what you've done with your life, it is far worse than anything that's being said of you. Do you know how to pray, Dorian?
- Dorian Gray: Wait. You must not look at it.
- Basil Hallward: [about to uncover his painting] Not look at my own work? You're not serious. Why shouldn't I look at it?
- Dorian Gray: I don't offer any explanation and do not ask for any. But if you try to look at that picture, Basil, on my word of honor, I will never speak to you again.
- Basil Hallward: What on earth is the matter with you?
- Sibyl Vane: [Listening to Dorian play the piano] It's wonderful. Did... did you write it?
- Dorian Gray: Fredric Chopin wrote it... for a woman he loved. Her name was George Sand. Someday I'll tell you about it.
- Sibyl Vane: I should like that.
- Dorian Gray: [Playing a couple of notes] What does music mean to you?
- Sibyl Vane: I don't know. It's full of emotion... but it's not happy.
- Dorian Gray: No, it's not happy.
- Sibyl Vane: Why was he unhappy?
- Dorian Gray: [Playing a couple of notes] Perhaps because he felt his youth slipping away from him.
- Sibyl Vane: What an odd thing for you to say.
- Dorian Gray: Why?
- Sibyl Vane: You're so young.
- Dorian Gray: Yes. And you also.
- Sibyl Vane: What is the music called. Has it a name?
- Dorian Gray: Kind of name. It's called... Prelude.
- [He gets up from the piano and they kiss]