Satine: What's his type? Wilting flower? Bright and bubbly? Or smoldering temptress?

Satine: No, no, no! Duke, don't you toy with my emotions. You must know the effect you have on woman. Let's make love! You want to make love, don't you? I knew you felt the same way! Oh, oh Duke!...

Satine: ...Yes, you're right, we should wait, until opening night.

Spectacular, spectacular.
No words in the vernacular
can describe his great event
You'll be dumb with wonderment
returns are fixed at ten percent
You must agree, that's excellent,
and on top of your fee...
You'll be involved artistically.
So exciting, the audience will stomp and cheer!
So delighting, it will run for 50 years!
So exciting, the audience will stomp and cheer!
So delighting, it will run for 50 years!

I follow the night
Can't stand the light
When will I begin to live again?
One day I'll fly away!
Leave all this to yesterday...
what more could your love do for me?
When will love be through with me?
Why live life from dream to dream and dread the day when dreaming ends?

Christian: How could I know in those last fatal days that force darker than jealousy, and stronger than love, had begun to take hold of Satine...

She was beat, incomplete. She'd been had! She was sad and blue...
But you made her feel...Yes you made her feel...shiny and new!
Ahh! Like a virgin! Touched for the very first time!
Like a virgin...Your hearts beat both in time!
I give you all her love! Her fear is fading fast! Been saving it all for you!
Only love can last! She's so fine and she's mine. She'll be yours until the end of time.
'Cause you made her feel...Yes you made her feel. She has nothing to hide!
Like a virgin! Touched for the very first time!
Like a virgin. Your hearts beat both in time.
Like a virgin! Feels so good inside!
When you hold her... and you touch her...and ohhh!

Never knew I could feel like this.
Like I've never seen the sky before.
Want to vanish inside your kiss...
Seasons may change, winter to spring...
But I love you, until the end of time.
Come what may, come what may. I will love you until my dying day.
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place...
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace...
Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste.
It all revolves around you.
And there's no mountain too high,
no river too wide!
Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side.
Storm clouds may gather and stars may collide.
But I love you. I love you. Until the end. Until the end
Of time.. Come what may, come what may, I will love you...

Argentinean: We have a dance in the brothels of Buenos Aires. It tells the story of prostitution and a man... who falls in love... with her. First there is desire. Then passion. Then... suspicion! Jealousy, anger, betrayal! When love is for the highest bidder, there can be no trust. Without trust, there is no love. Jealousy, yes, jealousy, will drive you, will drive you... mad!!

Roxanne... you don't have to put on that red light. Walk the streets for money, you don't care if it's wrong or if it is right. Roxanne! You don't have to wear that dress tonight... Roxanne. You don't have to sell your body to the night!

Duke: I don't like this ending.
Zidler: Don't like the ending, my dear duke?
Duke: Why would the courtesan choose a penniless sitar player over the Maharaja who is offering a lifetime of security? That's real love. Once the sitar player has satisfied his lust he will leave the courtesan with nothing. I suggest that in the end the courtesan choose the Maharaja.

Zidler: Satine, hurt him. Hurt him, to save him.

Satine: The truth? The truth is I am the Hindi courtesan. And I choose... the Maharaja. That's how the story really ends.

Toulouse: Things aren't always as they seem.
Christian: Things are exactly the way they seem.
Toulouse: Christian, you may see me only as a drunken, lice-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. She loves you. I know it - I know she loves you.
Christian: Go away Toulouse. Go away!!!

Christian: I wanted to shut out what Toulouse had said. But he had filled me with doubt. And there was only one way to be sure.

Christian: This woman is yours now. I've paid my whore. I owe you nothing. And you are nothing to me. Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love.

No matter what you say, you shouldn't stand in our way.
You've got to stand your ground!
For Freedom, Beauty, Truth and Love! Children of the Revolution...

Christian: Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and then - one not-so-very-special day, I went to my typewriter, I sat down, and I wrote our story. A story about a time. A story about a place. A story about the people. But above all things a story about love. A love that will live forvever. The End.