Its a little bit funny this feeling inside, Im not one of those who ca — Moulin Rouge!

"And in the end should someone die?"

"The hills are incarnate with symphonic melodies! [falls back asleep]"

"I forgot my hat. [seeing Satine passed out with Christian on the bed] Foul play?!"

"I first came to Paris one year ago. It was 1899, the summer of love. I knew nothing of the Moulin Rouge, Harold Zidler or Satine. The world had been swept up in the Bohemian revolution and I had traveled from London to be a part of it. On a hill near Paris, was the village of Montmartre. It was not what my father had said. But the center of the Bohemian world. Musicians, painters, writers. They were known as the children of the revolution. Yes! I had come to live a penniless existence. I had come to write about truth, beauty, freedom and at which I believed above all things, love. But there was only one problem.....Id never been in love! Fortunately, at that moment, an unconscious Argentinian fell through my roof. He was quickly joined by a dwarf dressed as a nun."

"The Moulin Rouge. A night club, a dance hall, and a bordello. Ruled over by Harold Zidler. A kingdom of night time pleasures, where the rich and powerful came to play with the young and beautiful creatures of the underworld. The most beautiful of all these was the woman I loved. Satine. A courtesan, she sold her love to men. They called her the Sparkling Diamond, and she was the star of the Moulin Rouge. The woman I loved is…dead."

"Let Zidler keep his fairy tale ending."