Madame Giry: The angel sees, the angel knows.
Raoul: Why did Christine fly from my arms?
Christine: My God, who is this man who hunts to kill? I can't escape from him, I never will!
[repeated line]
Christine: In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came, that voice which calls to me and speaks my name...
Raoul: Christine forgive me, please forgive me. I did it all for you and all for nothing!
Firmin: What a way to run a business. Spare me these unending trials. Half your cast disappears but the crowd still cheers. Opera, to hell with Gluck and Handel; have a scandal and you're sure to have a hit.
Andre: Damnable! Will they all walk out? This is damnable!
Firmin: Andre, please don't shout... It's publicity! And the take is vast! Free publicity!
Andre: But we have no cast!
Madame Giry: Those who speak of what they know / learn too late that prudent silence is wise / Joseph Buquet, hold your tongue! / Keep your hand at the level of your eyes!
Andre, Firmin: We get our opera, she gets her limelight.
Firmin: Gossip's worth its weight in gold.
The Phantom: You alone can make my song take flight. Help me make the music of the night...
Carlotta: I hope he as excited by dancing girls as your new managers, because *I* WILL NOT BE SINGING!
Madame Giry: Keep your hand at the level of your eye.
Raoul: For pity's sake, Christine, say no! Don't throw your life away for my sake! I fought so hard to free you...
Raoul: You said yourself, he was nothing but a man, yet while he lives, he will haunt us 'til we're dead.
Evil Gypsy: Come. Come.
[beckons onlookers]
Evil Gypsy: Come inside and see the devil's child!
Carlotta: [sung] I know who sent this: The Vicomte - her lover!
Raoul: Indeed! Can you believe it?
Joseph Buquet: Please, monsieur, there's nobody there, and if there is... well, then it must have been a ghost!
Madame Giry: I have a message from the Opera Ghost.
Firmin: Oh, God in Heaven, you're all obsessed!
