The Phantom: This face, which earned a mother's fear and loathing, a mask, my first unfeeling scrap of clothing...
Christine DaaƩ: [sung] Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade; they have their season, so do we... But please promise me that sometimes, you will think... of me!
Lefevre: Gentlemen, good luck. If you need me, I shall be in Australia.
[the Phantom drops a backdrop on Carlotta]
Andre: Signora, these things do happen.
Carlotta: For the past three years, these things do happen!
[to LeFevre]
Carlotta: And did you stop them from happening? No!
[to Firmin and Andre]
Carlotta: And you two - you're as bad as him! "These things
do happen!" Ma... until you stop these things from happening, this thing does not happen! Ubaldo! Andiamo! Bring my doggy and my boxy!
[Carlotta storms out with her maid, seamstress, and hairdresser]
Piangi: [to Firmin and Andre] Amateurs!
Carlotta: Bye-bye and ciao! Now you see. Bye-bye, I'm really leaving!
Madame Giry: We take particular pride in the excellence of our ballet, monsieur.
Andre: I see why.
[looking at Meg Giry]
Andre: Especially that little blonde angel!
Madame Giry: My daughter, Meg Giry.
Firmin: [looking at Christine] And THAT exceptional beauty? No relation, I
trust?
Madame Giry: Christine DaaƩ. Promising talent, Monsieur Firmin, very promising.
Andre: DaaƩ, did you say? N-n-no relation to the famous Swedish violinist?
Madame Giry: His only child. Orphaned at seven, when she came to live and trained in the ballet dormitories.
Firmin: An orphan, you say?
Madame Giry: I think of her as a daughter also.
Andre: [singing the Phantom's note to him] Dear Andre, what a charming gala, Christine was in a word sublime. We were hardly bereft when Carlotta left; on that note, the diva's a disaster, must you cast her when she's seasons past her prime?
Firmin: [singing the Phantom's note to him] Dear Firmin, just a brief reminder, my salary has not been paid. Send it
care of the Ghost by return of post, P.T.O! No one likes a debtor so it's better if my orders are obeyed.
Raoul: [Christine is being lured towards the Phantom, tricked into thinking he is the spirit of her father] No! Christine, wait!
Christine: Raoul!
Raoul: Whatever you believe, this man - this thing - is not your father!
[the Phantom appears and attacks Raoul]
Confidante: They say that this youth has set my lady's heart aflame!
Fop #1: His lordship sure would die of shock!
Fop: His lordship is a laughingstock!
Confidante: Should he suspect her, God protect her...
Confidante, Fop #1, Fop: ...shame,
shame, shame! This faithless lady's bound for Hades... shame, shame, shame!
Firmin, Andre: Who'd believe a diva, happy to relieve a chorus girl who's gone and slept with the patron? Raoul and the soubrette entwined in love's duet, although he may demur, he must have been with her! You'd never get away with all this in a play, but if it's loudly sung and in a foreign tongue, it's just the sort of story audiences adore, in fact a
perfect opera!