Moulin Rouge!

Christian: The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return. Christian: This story is about truth, beauty, freedom; but above all things, this story is about love. Zidler: She said you make her feel "like a virgin." Duke of Worcester: Like a... virgin? Zidler: Touched for the very first time! [singing] Christian: I was made for lovin' you, baby, you were made for lovin' me! Satine: The only way of lovin' me, baby, is to pay a lovely fee! Toulouse-Lautrec: Christian, you may see me only as a drunken, vice-ridden gnome whose friends are just pimps and girls from the brothels. But I know about art and love, if only because I long for it with every fiber of my being. Satine: I can't believe it. I'm in love with a talented, rich, handsome duke. Christian: Duke? Satine: Not that the title's important, of course! Christian: I'm not a duke. Satine: Not a duke? Christian: I'm a writer. Satine: A writer?! [Before kissing Christian.] Satine: You're going to be bad for business. I can tell. [Discussing the play.] Duke: Why can't the courtesan marry the maharaja?! Christian: Because she doesn't love you! Satine: [seducing Christian] Would you like a little champagne? Christian: I'd really rather just get on with it. Christian: Love? Above all things I believe in love. Christian: Above all things I believe in love. Love is like oxygen. Love is a many-splendored thing. Love lifts us up where we belong. All you need is love! Satine: Please, don't start that again... Christian: [singing] All you need is love! Satine: A girl has got to eat -- Christian: All you need is love! Satine: -- or she'll end up on the street! Christian: All you need is love! Satine: [singing] Love is just a game. Christian: Tell me the truth! Satine: The truth is that I am the courtesan... and I choose the maharajah. Satine: The French are glad to die for love. Zidler: She is mine. Duke of Worcester: She is mine. Zidler: Outside it may be raining, but in here it's entertaining! Satine: What does he go for? Wilting flower? Bright and bubbly? Or smoldering temptress? Zidler: Oh! Smoldering temptress! Toulouse: Things aren't always as they seem. Christian: Things are exactly the way they seem. Christian: Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love. Zidler: We're creatures of the underworld. We can't afford to love. Christian: I can't write for the Moulin Rouge. Toulouse-Lautrec: But why not? Christian: I'm not even sure I am a real bohemian revolutionary! Toulouse-Lautrec: What? Don't you believe in freedom? Christian: Well, of course I do... Toulouse-Lautrec: Beauty? Christian: Yes. Toulouse-Lautrec: Truth? Christian: Yes. Toulouse-Lautrec: Love? Christian: Love? Above all things I believe in love! Love is like oxygen. Love is a many-splendored thing, love lifts us up where we belong, all you need is love! Toulouse-Lautrec: See? You can't fool us! We're The Children of the Revolution, we can't be fooled! Zidler: [singing] Spectacular spectacular! / No words in the vernacular / Can describe this rare event. / You'll be struck dumb with wonderment! / (Returns are fixed at ten percent / Which you'll agree is excellent.) ~ Home ~ Movies ~ Songs ~ Anonymous ~ Women ~ ~ Friendship ~ Life and Success ~ Poems ~ Shakespeare ~ Star Trek ~