Douglas Walton

Mr. Hyde: Ah, my pretty, you deserve better than that. You ought to live in a place worthy of you!

Ivy Pearson: Buckingham Palace, I suppose.

Mr. Hyde: [laughs] That's the spirit! I like it. Sit down, my dear. Sit down, just for a moment. You should have a place that would set off that fine body of yours and yellow hair and pale face and orbs to match too, my dear.

Mr. Hyde: I'm no gentleman. No. But, I am money! Perhaps, my looks don't please?

Ivy Pearson: Well, you ain't no beauty.