Christian: Tell me the truth.
Satine: The truth? The truth is that I am the Hindu courtesan... and I choose the maharajah.
Zidler: She said you make her feel "like a virgin."
The Duke: Virgin?
Zidler: You know, touched for the very first time.
[Before kissing Christian]
Satine: You're going to be bad for business. I can tell.
Nini Legs-In-The-Air: [to Christian] Don't worry Shakespeare, you'll get your ending. Once the Duke gets his... "end" in.
Nini Legs-In-The-Air: Don't worry Shakespeare, you'll get your ending. Once the Duke gets his end-in.
Zidler: You know it is. The show must go on. And now my bride it is time to raise your voice to the heavens and say your wedding vows.
Zidler: Outside things may be tragic, but in here we feel its magic.
Christian: [v.o] Luckily, right at that moment, an unconscious Argentinean fell through my roof.
[With a loud crash, the Narcoleptic Argentinean falls through the ceiling]
Christian: [v.o] He was quickly joined by a dwarf dressed as a nun.
The Duke: Why shouldn't the courtesan go for the maharajah?
Christian: Because she doesn't love you. Him... hi... him... sh... she doesn't love... him...
Zidler: [singing] If life's an awful bore, and living's just a chore that we do caus' death's not much fun. I just have the antidote, and though I mustn't gloat at the Moulin Rouge. You'll have fun... Scratch that little niggle, have a little wiggle, you know that you can... Because we can can can.
Satine: Please tell me you're not one of Toulouse's oh so talented, charmingly bohemian, tragically impoverished writers?
Satine: Come and get me boys!
Christian: I've come to pay my bill.
Satine: What's his type? Wilting flower? Bright and bubbly? Or smoldering temptress?
Zidler: I'd say... smoldering temptress.
Zidler: She is mine.
The Duke: She is mine.
[singing]
Zidler: 'Cause we can cancan. Yes we can cancan.
Toulouse-Lautrec: Unbewievable. Stwaight to the ewephant.
