The Duke: It's not that I'm not a jealous man. I just don't like other people touching my things.
Satine: [to herself, singing] When will I begin to live again? One day I'll fly away... leave all this to yesterday. Why live life from dream to dream, and dread the day when dreaming ends.
The Green Fairy: I'm the Green Fairy... The hills are alive, with The Sound Of Music.
The Duke: You expect me to believe that scantily clad, in the arms of another man, in the middle of the night, inside an elephant you were rehearsing?
Satine: The French are glad to die for love. They delight in fighting duels. But I prefer a man who lives... and gives expensive... jewels.
[the bohemians are rehearsing a play that resembles a certain musical that begins with a nun singing atop a hill]
Toulouse-Lautrec: [singing] The hills are made with the euphonious symphonies of descant...
Doctor: I don't think a nun would say that about a hill.
Toulouse-Lautrec: I got it, I got it. Christian.
[shouts]
Toulouse-Lautrec: The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.
Cast of Spectacular, Spectacular: [singing] So exciting, we'll make them laugh, we'll make them cry. So delighting...
The Duke: And in the end, should someone die?
Zidler: A magnificent, opulent, tremendous, stupendous, gargantuan, bedazzlement, a sensual ravishment. It will be: Spectacular Spectacular.
Nini Legs-In-The-Air: This ending's silly. Why would the courtesan go for the penniless writer? Whoops. I mean sitar player.
Satine: The difference between you and I is that you can leave anytime you choose. But this is my home.
Argentinean: The boy has talent.
[Grabs Christian's crotch]
Argentinean: [Christian gasps]
Argentinean: Nothing funny, I just like talent.
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.
Toulouse-Lautrec: He's got a huge... talent .
