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MOULIN ROUGE
Christian: “Yes, I had come to live a penniless existence. I had come to write
about truth, beauty, freedom, and that which I believed
in above all things, love.”
Christian: “Silly of me, to think y-you could fall in love with someone like me.”
Christian: “I don’t care, I don’t care about the show.
We love each
other, and that’s all that matters.”
Christian: “Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love.”
Christian: Love? Above
all things I believe in love! Love is like oxygen. Love is a many-splendored thing, love lifts us up where we belong, all
you need is love!
[Before kissing Christian.]
Satine:
You're going to be bad for business. I can tell.
Christian: Can't fall
in love? But a life without love, that's terrible!
Toulouse-Lautrec: Christian,
you may see me only as a drunken, vice-ridden gnome whose friends are just pimps and girls from the brothels. But I know about
art and love, if only because I long for it with every fiber of my being.
Christian: Then I'll write
a song and we'll put it in the show and whenever you sing it or hear it. Or whistle or hum it then you'll know. It'll mean
that we love one another.
Satine: Tell our story
Christian, that way we will always be together.
Toulouse: The greatest thing
you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.
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PHANTOM OF THE OPERA
Christine: Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing. Her Father
promised her that he would send her the Angel of Music. Her father promised her... Her father promised her...
The Phantom: I gave you my music; made your song take wing. And now
how you've repaid me - denied me and betrayed me. He was bound to love you when he heard you sing, Christine!
Carlotta: [after meeting the Opera Populaire's new
patron, Raoul, the Vicomte de Chagny] He love me, he love me. Love me, love me, love me.
Christine Daaé: [sung] Flowers fade, the fruits of
summer fade they have their season, so do we... But please promise me that sometimes, you will think... of me!
The Phantom: Take her, forget me, forget all of this. Leave me alone,
forget all you've seen. Go now, don't let them find you. Take the boats, swear to me never to tell. The secrets you know,
of the Angel in Hell. GO NOW, GO NOW AND LEAVE ME!
The Phantom: [singing softly to Christine] Say you'll
share with me one love, one lifetime. Lead me, save me from my solitude. Say you want me with you here beside you, anywhere
you go let me go too, Christine that's all I ask of...
Christine Daaé: [sung] In sleep, he sang to me. In
dreams, he came. That voice which calls to me and speaks my name. And do I dream again? For now I find the Phantom of the
Opera is there, inside my mind.
The Phantom: I am your Angel of Music... Come to me; Angel of Music...
Raoul, Christine: Anywhere you go, let me go too. / Love me, that's all
I ask of you.
The Phantom: Past
the point of no return, the final threshold -
what warm, unspoken secrets will we learn?
Beyond
the point of no return ...
Christine: When
will the blood begin to race, the sleeping bud burst into bloom? When will the flames, at last, consume us ... ?
The Phantom: You alone can make my song take flight! It's over now,
the music of the night!
[last lines]
The Phantom: It's over now, the music of the night.
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The Sacré-Coeur Boy: The fool looks at a finger that points at the sky.
Raymond Dufayel aka Glass Man: So, my little Amélie, you don't have bones of glass.
You can take life's knocks. If you let this chance pass, eventually, your heart will become as dry and brittle as my skeleton.
So, go get him, for Pete's sake!
Raymond Dufayel aka Glass Man: You mean she would rather imagine herself relating to an absent person than build relationships with those around her?
Narrator: With a prompter in every cellar window whispering
comebacks, shy people would have the last laugh.
Amélie Poulain: At least you'll never be a vegetable - even artichokes
have hearts. [Amélie hands a begger some money]
Beggar: Sorry madam,
I don't work on Sundays.
Hipolito (The Writer): We pass the time of day to forget how time passes.
Narrator: [Amélie has found Nino's photo album and his "lost" posters] Any normal girl would call the number,
meet him, return the album and see if her dream is viable. It's called a reality check. The last thing Amélie wants.
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