Satine: I can't believe it. I'm in love. I'm in love with a young, handsome, talented duke. Christian: Duke? Satine: Not that the title's important, of course. Christian: I'm not a duke. Satine: Not a duke? Christian: I'm a writer. Satine: A writer?
Zidler: Send Christian away. Satine: He will fight for me. Zidler: Unless he believes that you don't love him. Satine: What? Zidler: You're a great actress, Satine. Make him believe that you don't love him. Satine: No! Zidler: Use your talent to save...
Zidler: You're dying, Satine. Satine: [long pause] Another trick, Harold? Zidler: The doctor told us. Satine: Marie? Marie: [silence] Satine: [singing to self] I was a fool to believe, a fool to believe. It all ends today, yes it all ends today.
Have patience and the mulberry leaf will become satin.
Satine: [singing] Today's the day... Satine, Zidler: [singing] When dreaming ends
Satine: I'm sorry, Christian, I'm dying. Christian: No, you'll be alright Satine: I'm so sorry, Christian. I'm sorry. -brief pause- I'm cold. Hold me. -long pause- You've got to carry on without me, Christian. Christian: I can't carry on without you....
Satine: Besides, I can't fall in love with anyone Christian: Can't... fall... in love? But, a life without love, that's... terrible... Satine: No, being on the street, that's terrible. Christian: No! Love is like oxygen! Satine: What? Christian: Love...
Christian: Wait. No, please wait. Before, when we were... when you thought I was the Duke, you said that you loved me, a- and I wondered if... Satine: It was just an act? Christian: Yes. Satine: Of course. Christian: Oh. It just felt real. Satine: Ch...
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.
Satine: A little supper? Maybe some champagne? Christian: I'd rather, um, just get it over and done with. Satine: Hmph. Oh. Very well. Then why don't you come down here and let's get it over and done with. Christian: I prefer to do it standing. Satin...
Christian: Where were you last night? Satine: I told you... I was sick. Christian: You don't have to lie to me. Satine: We have to end it. Everybody knows. Harold knows. Sooner or later the Duke will find out.
Christian: Mademaiselle Satine, I haven't quite finished writing that new scene. The "Will The Lovers Be Meeting at the Sitar Player's Humble Abode" scene. And I wondered if I could work on it with you later tonight. The Duke: But, my dear, I've arra...
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...
Satine: I'm sure I will...
Christian: It's a little bit funny. Satine: What? Christian: This feeling inside. I'm not one of those who can easily hide. Is this ok? Is this what you want? Satine: Ah, poetry. Yes, this it what I want naughty words. Christian: I don't have much mo...
Satine: [singing] Never knew I could feel like this. Like I've never seen the sky before. Want to vanish inside your kiss, every day I'm loving you more and more. Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing? Come back to me- and forgive everything. [gas...
Zidler: The Duke holds the deeds to the Moulin Rouge, he's spending a fortune on you, he's giving you a beautiful new dressing room, he wants to make you a star, and YOU'RE DALLYING WITH THE WRITER! Satine: Harold, that's ridic... Zidler: I SAW YOU T...
Everything becomes buffering, and buffering becomes everything.
Satine: Come and get me boys!
Satine: Harold, the cat's out of the bag!
Gossip is news running ahead of itself in a red satin dress.
