- Title Card: Southward sailed the 'Panther' - - out of the reach of all things known - - into seas where anything can happen...
- Anson Campbell: If that's your idea of God and His mercy - it isn't mine. I'd rather believe there is no God!
- Mary Phillips: Anson's coming home!
- Old Sea Salt: What will the weddin' breakfast be? Codfish cakes and a cup o' tea!
- Rescued Sailor: I knew bad luck 'ud follow - with such as her on board! Better if they'd let her drown!
- Bess Morgan: If it ain't old Holybones! - Skipped out without payin' me once - so he did!
- Peter Campbell: Who is this - woman?
- Rescued Sailor: Waterfront Jezebel they jist chased out o' Boston, sir.
- Widow Pepkin: They say she started doin' a bare legged dance - soon's he got her there!
- Heavenly Aid Society gossip: Widow Pepkin's right - reg'lar orgy was goin' on, 's what I heard!
- Bess Morgan: Yes, Bess Morgan, that's me! Why don't you hold your nose like the other brimstone sniffers?
- Anson Campbell: No use talking like that - we're just trying to help you.
- Bess Morgan: That makes me a little scared! - My step-pa helped me once - A good thing the baby died! Do you understand - *damn* good thing the baby died!
- Peter Campbell: Well - have you come to your senses? Answer me!
- Anson Campbell: You can't judge this woman - - you don't know what she's suffered - - or why she's - - what she is! You and your kind - in private heavens of your own - damning - damning - damning!
- Mary Phillips: Anson! - Tell me the things they're saying aren't true!
- [Anson shakes is head no]
- Mary Phillips: Then, you'll listen to your uncle? - - He knows best what to do with - such women!
- Anson Campbell: What has she done to us that we should *push* her farther down?
- Bess Morgan: You little fool! - A real man loves you - - and you'd toss his love away for a pack of hollerin' gospel wolves.
- Captain: Sometimes I'm sad - and need little girls like you to *make* me merry. My birdlet understands, I'm sure.
- Prison Ship Sailor: See the old rascal creep-snakin' the wren! She'd best give in - or - Last trip was a gal who wouldn't - 'Into th' hold with 'er,' sez 'e - and dow she went to the convicts!
- Bess Morgan: I've told you and told you - - you're never goin' to touch me - you slime-jowled skunk!
- Bess Morgan: Why can't you let me alone - ain't I a right to my body - ain't I a right to be decent?
- Title Card: [First line] It started in the Spring of 1840... in the little village of Maple Harbour... down sea from Boston...