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: Did I NOT instruct that Box 5 was to be left empty? Meg Giry
: He's here, the phantom of the opera! Christine
: It's him! Carlotta
: Your part is silent, little toad! The Phantom
: A toad, madam? Perhaps it is you who are the toad...
[as she attempts to leave the first time
: Andiamo. Tutti. No, es finito. Is finished. Get my doggy, bring my doggy. Bye-bye. Bye-bye, dancing girls. Bye-bye. See you later, because I'm going now. It is finished. See you later.
: Why you spray on my chin all the time, huh?
[the Phantom drops a backdrop on Carlotta
: Signora, these things do happen. Carlotta
: For the past three years, these things do happen!
: And did you stop them from happening? No!
[to Firmin and Andre
: 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
: [to Firmin and Andre
] Amateurs! Carlotta
: Bye-bye and ciao! Now you see. Bye-bye, I'm really leaving!
: [trying to convince Carlotta to come back and sing
] Your public needs you! Firmin
: We need you, too! Carlotta
: Would you not rather have your precious little ingenue? Andre
: Signora, no! The world wants you! Prima donna, first lady of the stage! Your devotees are on their knees to implore you! Andre
: Can you bow out when they're shouting your name? Firmin
: Think of how they all adore you! Andre
: Prima donna, enchant us once again! Andre
: Think of your muse... Firmin
: And of the queues round the theatre! Andre
: Can you deny us the triumph in store? Sing, prima donna, once more!
: Signor, isn't there a rather marvelous aria for Elissa in Act 3 of Hannibal? Perhaps the signora... Carlotta
: Yes, yes, yes, yes. No! Because I have not my costume for Act 3 because somebody not finish it! And... I HATE MY HAT!
: I hope he as excited by dancing girls as your new managers, because *I* WILL NOT BE SINGING!
] I know who sent this: The Vicomte - her lover! Raoul
: Indeed! Can you believe it?
: Well, if my managers command. Mr. Reyer? Reyer
: If my diva commands. Carlotta
: Yes, I do.
: Don't test me, Carlotta. I could drown you too easily. Carlotta
: Better to be submerged in bath water than mediocrity. Wouldn't you agree?
[about to take off Erik's mask
: What will I think when I see? Erik Destler
: You'll just... die!
: No-one can sing Bel Canto without lessons. God doesn't allow it.