Moulin Rouge!
Moulin Rouge!

Satine: [enters Christian's loft in hysterics] Oh, thank goodness!
[she hugs Christian and begins crying]
Satine: I couldn't! I couldn't go through with it! I saw you there and I felt differently! I couldn't pretend!
[sobbing]
Satine: And the Duke he saw! He saw and he-Christian, I love you.
[continues to hug

him]
Christian: [quietly] It's okay.
Satine: [sobbing] I couldn't deal with it! I don't want to pretend anymore! I didn't want to lie! I don't -
[takes a breath and calms down]
Satine: And he knows! He knows and he saw you!
Christian: That's all right. You don't have to pretend anymore. We'll

leave. We'll leave tonight.
Satine: Leave? Wh-the show wh-?
Christian: I don't care. I don't care about the show. We have each other. That's all that matters.
Satine: Yes. As long as we have each other. We have each other.
[they kiss]
Christian: [turns to Chocolat] Chocolat. Take Miss Satine to

her dressing room and get the things she needs. No one must see you. Do you understand?
Le Chocolat: I understand.
Christian: [to Satine] Now darling you go and pack, and I'll be waiting.
[he wraps his coat around Satine and gives her a final kiss]

Moulin Rouge!
Moulin Rouge!

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.