The Duke: Conversion of the Moulin Rouge into a theatre will cost a fantastic sum of money, Zidler. So, in return, I would require a contract that, um... binds Satine to me, exclusively.
[Zidler raises his eyebrows]
The Duke: Naturally, I shall require some security. I shall require the deeds to the Moulin Rouge.
Zidler: My
dear Duke, I...
The Duke: Please! Don't think that I'm naive, Zidler. I shall hold the deeds to the Moulin Rouge. And if there are any shenanigans...
Zidler: I...
The Duke: My manservant, Warner, will deal with it in the only language that you underworld showfolk understand. Satine will be mine. It's not that I'm a jealous
man...
[suddenly irate]
The Duke: I JUST DON'T... LIKE OTHER PEOPLE TOUCHING MY THINGS!
[calms down]
Zidler: I... understand completely... Duke.