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.
The Duke: It's not that I'm not a jealous man. I just don't like other people touching my things.
[singing] Zidler: 'Cause we can cancan. Yes we can cancan.
Argentinean: [arriving on stage after falling unconscious for a time] S'okay. Everybody go back to work.
Zidler: Outside things may be tragic, but in here we feel its magic.
Zidler: Everything's going so well.
Zidler: Remember, a real show, in a real theater, with a real audience. And you'll be... Satine: A real actress.
Satine: Harold, the cat's out of the bag!
Satine: Harold, the poor Duke is being treated appallingly. These silly writers let their imaginations run away with them. [to the Duke] Satine: Now why don't you and I have a little supper. And then afterwards, we can let Monsieur Zidler know how we...
Zidler: ...And you're dallying with the writer. Satine: Oh, Harold, don't be ridicul... Zidler: I saw you together. Satine: It's nothing. It's just an infatuation. It's... it's nothing.
Christian: We were off to the Moulin Rouge and I was to perform my poetry for Satine.
Satine: [to Christian] On opening night I have to sleep with the Duke, and the jealousy will drive you mad.
[first lines] Toulouse-Lautrec: [singing] There was a boy, a very strange enchanted boy...
Christian: I've come to pay my bill.
Zidler: [after the Argentinian collapses asleep in mid-rehearsal] Honestly amigo, this is impossible!
