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The Phantom (Character)
from The Phantom of the Opera (1925)

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The Phantom of the Opera (2004)
The Phantom: [singing as he descends the staircase at the Masquerade Ball] Why so silent, good monsieurs? Did you think that I had left you for good? Have you missed me, good monsieurs? I have written you an opera! Here I bring the finished score - Don Juan Triumphant! Fondest greetings to you all. A few instructions now before rehearsals start: Carlotta must be taught to act, not her normal trick of strutting 'round the stage. Our Don Juan must lose some weight; it's not healthy in a man of Piangi's age. And my managers must learn that their place is in an office! not the arts. As for our star, Miss Christine Daae... no doubt she'll do her best. It's true her voice is good; she knows, though, should she wish to excel, she has much still to learn, if pride will let her return to me, her teacher... her teacher.

The Phantom: 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...

Christine: I remember... there was mist. Swirling mist upon a vast glassy lake... There were candles all around, and on the lake there was a boat... And in the boat, there was a man.
[walks over to the Phantom, at his organ]
Christine: Who was that shape in the shadows? Whose is that face in the mask?
[touches his face and rips of mask]
The Phantom: [covers face] Damn you! You little prying Pandora! You little demon! Is this what you wanted to see? Curse you! You little lying Delilah! You little *viper*! Now you cannot ever be free! Damn you! Curse you!
[now sad]
The Phantom: Stranger than you dreamt it, can you even bear to look, or dare to think of me?... This lonesome gargoyle who burns in hell but secretly yearns for heaven secretly, secretly but Christine... fear can turn to love you'll learn to see to find the man behind the monster this... repulsive carcass that seems a beast but secretly dreams of beauty secretly, secretly...
[crying]
The Phantom: Oh, Christine.
[Christine hands him the mask]
The Phantom: Come. We must return. Those two fools who run my theater will be missing you.

The Phantom: [sung] Christine Daae has returned to you, and I am anxious her career should progress. In the new production of "Il Muto", you will therefore cast Carlotta... as the Pageboy, and put Ms. Daae in the role of Countess. The role which Ms. Daae plays calls for charm and appeal. The role of the Pageboy is silent, which makes my casting- in a word... ideal.
[spoken]
The Phantom: I shall watch the performance from my normal seat in Box Five, which *will* be kept empty for me. Should these commands be ignored, a disaster beyond your imaginations will occur. I remain, gentlemen, you obedient servant. O. G.

The Phantom: Wandering child, so lost, so helpless, yearning for my guidance.
Christine: Angel or father? Friend of phantom? Who is it there staring?
The Phantom: Have you forgotten your Angel?
Christine: Angel oh speak, what endless longings? Echoing this whisper.
The Phantom: Too long you've waundered in winter. Far from my fathering gaze.
Christine: Wildly my mind beats against you...
The Phantom: You resist...
The Phantom, Christine: Yet/but your/the soul obeys...
The Phantom, Christine: Angel of Music,you/I denied me/you. Turning from true beauty! Angel of Music, do not shun me/my protector come to your/me, strange Angel!
The Phantom: I am your Angel of Music... Come to me, Angel of Music.

The Phantom: [to Christine, as he sees Raoul, come to rescue her] Wait! I think my dear, we have a guest. Sir,
Christine: Raoul!
The Phantom: this is indeed an *unparalleled* delight. I had rather hoped that you would come. And now, my wish comes true, you have joined and made my night.
Christine: [Struggling to get away from the Phantom who has drawn her to his side] Let me go!
Raoul: Free her! Do what you like only free her! Have you no pity?
The Phantom: [Mockingly to Christine] Your lover makes a passionate plea!
Christine: Please Raoul it's useless.
Raoul: I love her! Does that mean nothing I love her! Show some compassion!
The Phantom: [shouts] The world showed no compassion to me!
Raoul: Christine, Christine, let me see her.
The Phantom: Be my guest, sir.

The Phantom: Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime. Lead me, save me from my solitude. Say you'll want me with you here beside you. Anywhere you go, let me go too. Christine, that's all I ask of...
[Christine pulls off his mask]

The Phantom: Did you think that I would harm her?

The Phantom: Too late for prayers and useless pity!

The Phantom: [of Raoul] Insolent boy! This slave of fashion basking in your glory! Ignorant fool!

The Phantom: Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour. Grasp it, sense it - tremulous and tender. Turn your face away from the garish light of day, turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light - and listen to the music of the night!

The Phantom: Softly, deftly, music shall carress you. Hear it, feel it, Secretly possess you.

The Phantom: [after Christine pulls off his mask and glimpses his face] Damn you! You little prying Pandora! You little demon - is this what you wanted to see? Curse you! You little lying Delilah! You little viper!

The Phantom: Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me?

The Phantom: [to Christine, talking about himself] This loathsome gargoyle, who burns in bell, but secretly yearns for heaven. Secretly... secretly...

The Phantom: [On a number of threatening and ordering letters] I remain, Gentlemen, Your obedient servant.

The Phantom: I gave you my music... made your song take wing... and now, how you've repaid me: denied me and betrayed me. He was bound to love you when he heard you sing... Christine... Christine...

The Phantom: This face, which earned a mother's fear and loathing, a mask, my first unfeeling scrap of clothing...

The Phantom: That fate which condemns me to wallow in blood has also denied me the joys of the flesh. This face - the infection which poisons our love. This face which earned a mother's fear and loathing, a mask: my first unfeeling scrap of clothing. Pity comes too late, turn around and face your fate, an eternity of *this* before your eyes!

The Phantom: [to Christine] Pity comes too late, turn around and face your fate: An eternity of this
[gestures to himself]
The Phantom: before your eyes!

The Phantom: [Mockingly to Raoul] Order your fine horses now! Raise up your hand to the level of your eyes! Nothing can save you now - except perhaps Christine.
[to Christine]
The Phantom: Start a new life with me - buy his freedom with your love! Refuse me, and you send your lover to his death! This is the choice!

The Phantom: [to Christine of Raoul] His life is now the prize which you must earn!

Raoul: [Desperate] Free her! Do what you like only free her! Have you no pity?
The Phantom: [to Christine, mocking and humourous] Your lover makes a passionate plea.
Raoul: I love her! Does that mean nothing? I love her! Show some compassion...
The Phantom: [Suddenly enraged] The world showed no compassion to me!

The Phantom: You have come here, in pursuit of your deepest urge. In pursuit of that wish which 'til now has been silent... SILENT! I have brought you, that our passions may fuse and merge. In your mind you've already sucummed to me. Dropped all defenses, completely sucummed to me. Now you are here with me. No second thoughts. You've decided... DECIDED! Past the point of no return. No backward glances... our games of make-believe are at an end! Past all thought of if or when. No use resisting... abandon thought and let the dream descend! What raging fire shall flood the soul? What rich desires unlock its door? What sweet seductions lie before us? Past the point of no return. The final threshold... what warm unspoken secrets will we learn? Beyond the point of no... return!

The Phantom: Seal my fate tonight. I hate to have to cut the fun short, but the joke's wearing thin. Let the audience in. Let my opera BEGIN!

The Phantom: Flattering child, you shall know me, see why in shadow I hide! Look at your face in the mirror
[magically appears in the mirror]
The Phantom: - I am there inside!

The Phantom: [singing to himself] Masquerade / Paper faces on parade / Masquerade/ Hide your face, so the world will never find you

The Phantom: Take her, forget me, forget all of this. Leave me alone, forget all you've seen. Go now, don't let them find you. Take the boat, swear to me never to tell. The secrets you know, of the Angel in Hell. GO NOW! GO NOW AND LEAVE ME.

The Phantom: Now, let it be war upon you both!

The Phantom: [sung] Christine Daae has returned to you, and I am anxious her career should progress. In the new production of "Il Muto", you will therefore cast Carlotta... as the Pageboy, and put Ms. Daae in the role of Countess. The role which Ms. Daae plays calls for charm and appeal. The role of the Pageboy is silent, which makes my casting-in a word... ideal.
[spoken]
The Phantom: I shall watch the performance from my normal seat in Box Five, which *will* be kept empty for me. Should these commands be ignored, a disaster beyond your imaginations will occur. I remain, gentlemen, you obedient servant. O. G.

The Phantom: That fate which condemns me to wallow in blood has also denied me the joys of the flesh this face-the infection which poisons our love. This face which earned a mother's fear and loathing, a mask my first unfeeling scrap of clothing. Pity comes too late, turn around and face your fate, an eternity of *this* before your eyes!

The Phantom: Let your mind start a journey to a strange new world! Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before! Let your soul take you where you long to be! Only then can you belong to me...

The Phantom: Down once more to the dungeon of my black despair! Down we plunge to the prison of my mind! Down that path into darkness deep as Hell! Why, you ask, was I bound and chained in this cold and dismal place? Not for any mortal sin, but the wickedness of my abhorrent face!

The Phantom: Hounded out by everyone! Met with hatred everywhere! No kind word from anyone! No compassion anywhere! Christine! Why? Why?

The Phantom: You alone can make my song take flight. Help me make the music of the night...

The Phantom: But Christine - fear can turn to love. You'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster, this... repulsive carcass who seems a beast but secretly dreams of beauty secretly... secretly. Oh, Christine.

The Phantom, Christine Daaé: Past the point of no return. The final threshold! The bridge is crossed so stand and watch it burn... We've passed the point of no... return.

The Phantom: [seeing Christine's engagement ring on a necklace chain around her neck] Your chains are still mine! You belong to *me*!

[repeated line]
The Phantom: I am your Angel of Music... Come to me; Angel of Music...

The Phantom: [singing] Too long you've wandered in winter, far from my fathering gaze...
Christine: [singing] Wildly, my mind beats against you
The Phantom: [singing] You resist...
The Phantom: [singing in unison] ... yet your soul obeys!
Christine: [singing in unison] ... yet the soul obeys!
The Phantom: [singing in unison] Angel of music, you denied me...
Christine: [singing in unison] Angel of music, I denied you...
The Phantom, Christine: [singing in unison] ... turning from true beauty!
The Phantom: [singing in unison] Angel of music, do not shun me...
Christine: [singing in unison] Angel of music, my protector...
The Phantom: [singing in unison] ... come to your strange Angel!
Christine: [singing in unison] ... come to me, strange Angel!

The Phantom: You will curse the day you did not do / all that the Phantom asked of you!

[last lines]
The Phantom: [sung] You alone can make my song take flight. It's over now, the music of the night.

[as they travel to the Phantom's lair]
Christine Daaé: Those who have seen your face draw back in fear. I am the mask you wear...
The Phantom: It's me they hear...
Christine Daaé, The Phantom: Your/my spirit and my/your voice in one combined. The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside my/your mind.

[as he leads Christine down the tunnels of the opera]
The Phantom: [sings] Sing once again with me our strange duet. / My power over you grows stronger yet. / And though you turn from me to glance behind, / The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside your mind.

Passirino: Master?
The Phantom: Passarino... Go away, for the trap is set and waits for its prey!

The Phantom: Did I not instruct
[the crowd gasps]
The Phantom: ... that Box Five was to be kept *empty*?

The Phantom: [singing, brokenly] Masquerade... paper faces on parade. Masquerade... hide your face, so the world will never find you...
[Christine appears at his side, gives him her ring]
The Phantom: [heartbroken] Christine, I love you...

The Phantom: You've past the point of no return.
Christine: [singing] Angel of music you deceived me.
[Speaks]
Christine: I gave you my mind blindly.
The Phantom: You try my patience make your choice.
[tightens the rope around raoul's neck]
Christine: [sings] Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known? God give me courage to show you, you are not alone.
[kisses the phantom]

The Phantom: [singing to Christine] Your chains are still mine! You belong to me!


The Phantom of the Opera (1989)
[about to take off Erik's mask]
Carlotta: What will I think when I see?
Erik Destler: You'll just... die!

[Escorting Christine deep into the sewers]
Christine: Where are we going?
Erik: Home. No one can hurt you here.

Christine: You're him, aren't you?
Erik Destler: Had you expected someone else? Christine, you have always been my inspiration. You. And now, it's only a question of what you want: Love or music.

Erik Destler: Christine, you... you are the angel. You are my voice. Together we'll have London at our feet. Christine, come to me, and I will give you everything.

Erik Destler: Only love and music are forever.

Erik Destler: Up there, those are the actors and the costumes and the scenery. They don't know the soul of the opera. In your dressing room, I could only teach you the words, the notes. But here... here I can teach you the meaning.

Mott: You're a thing from hell.
Erik Destler: And you, sir, are hellbound!

Erik Destler: I like it better in the dark. The night is far too short as it is.

Waitress: How was the opera tonight, sir?
Erik Destler: An inspiration.

Erik Destler: You love the music. I am the music. Now you are married to the music. You cannot serve two masters. Do not see another.
Christine: I promise.
Erik Destler: Tonight, you shall be my bride.

Erik Destler: Your father has sent me. I am your angel. All of your lessons have led to this moment. We will make music that the world will love forever. Take the last step to me. To your destiny. To immortality.

Christine: Are you going to kill me now, too?
Erik Destler: Everyone dies... I only choose the time and place for a few.
Christine: When do you choose for me?
Erik Destler: [sitting at organ] This is either a wedding march or a funeral mass. You decide which.

Harrison: I think I would rather die than to listen to that shrieking child for another evening!
Erik Destler: As you wish!

[the phantom meets Harrison, the opera critic in a steam room]
Erik Destler: Could it be that I saw you at the opera last night?
Harrison: It's possible, I am the opera critic of the Gazette.
Erik Destler: Indeed, I found your account of Christine Day's performance, some what troubling. Could it be that we saw different shows?
Harrison: Ah Ms. Day, I was sorry for her, embarrassed really, the role was beyond her!
Erik Destler: Then perhaps you weren't afforded a seat befitting your status and your knowledge of the arts. The acoustics are somewhat inconsistent. Should you reconsider your evaluation, I could provide you with a private box.
Harrison: Sir you flatter me, but in all truthfulness, I think I would rather die than to listen to that shrieking child for another evening.
Erik Destler: As you wish!

Ratcatcher: I lead the rats away, round them, without me, you will have them crawling all over you!
Erik Destler: Then lead them to eternity!

Erik Destler: So your bubbling was the work of the opera ghost?
Joseph: No it was an accident.
Erik Destler: But you blamed me!
Joseph: It won't happen again.
Erik Destler: No it won't. Your suspended!

Erik Destler: Still hungry for an introduction!

Prostitute: Good evening, guv'nor. What is your desire tonight?
Erik Destler: Desire! What do you know of desire?

Erik Destler: [to Christine] There is nothing that you could ask for that I would refuse.

The Phantom: Christine...
Maddie: [chuckles] My name is Maddie.
The Phantom: [throwing Maddie onto the bed] Tonight your name is Christine.


The Phantom of the Opera (1990) (TV)
Erik The Phantom of the Opera: [about Christine] For as long as I can remember... ever since I was a child, I have dreamed of her. People are born for many things, Gerard. I was born to live, if one can call this living, down here. But I've never known quite why. I was born so she could save me. That's what she's done! She's the reason I was born... I love her, Gerard.

Gerard Carriere: [about Carlotta] She's married to the new manager.
Erik The Phantom of the Opera: [pause as he absorbs this news, then:] Good God! That means she's probably going to sing all the time. *What kind of horror are you leaving me in?*

Christine Daee: Let me see your face.
Erik The Phantom of the Opera: You have asked, I'm afraid, the only thing in my power that I cannot grant. Please don't ask it again.

Erik The Phantom of the Opera: [hearing Carlotta singing for the first time] My God... this place really *is* haunted! What is *that?*
Gerard Carriere: From the sound, I would say it's Carlotta... the new star.
Erik The Phantom of the Opera: [looking thunderstruck] She can't sing!
Gerard Carriere: Well, obviously, she doesn't know that.

Gerard Carriere: [Talking about the new manager and Carlotta] What are we going to do about all this?
Erik The Phantom of the Opera: I know what to do about it. I'll kill them both.
Gerard Carriere: Oh come on now.
Erik The Phantom of the Opera: I'm teasing. Probably the only one I need to kill is *her*.
Gerard Carriere: Erik!
Erik The Phantom of the Opera: What has happened to your sense of humour?
Gerard Carriere: *My* humour?

Erik The Phantom of the Opera: I thought about being buried in my lagoon, and then I thought 'Oh nooo, float up and scare some poor child downstream!'

Count Philippe de Chagny: Let her go!
Erik The Phantom of the Opera: She sang for me tonight! She's mine!

Erik The Phantom of the Opera: [upon hearing Carlotta sing] My God, this place really *is* haunted!

Erik The Phantom of the Opera: I do regret one thing, though.
Gerard Carriere: What's that?
Erik The Phantom of the Opera: Not having killed the Comte de Chagny.
Gerard Carriere: But why?
Erik The Phantom of the Opera: Because he doesn't love music... now how can he possibly lover her?
Gerard Carriere: He loves her
Erik The Phantom of the Opera: If you say so.

Gerard Carriere: [softly] I'm your father.
Erik The Phantom of the Opera: [a long pause, then he looks at Gerard and nods] I wondered when you'd say.
[Gerard looks stunned]
Erik The Phantom of the Opera: You see, my eyes are the only part of my face I can look at in a mirror without wishing to break the glass... but they're not *her* eyes. They're yours.

Erik The Phantom of the Opera: Did you know my mother well?
Gerard Carriere: [pause, then] Yes.
Erik The Phantom of the Opera: Did you love her?
Gerard Carriere: [long pause, then] Yes, I loved her.
Erik The Phantom of the Opera: And she let you see my face.
Gerard Carriere: She thought your face was absolutely and flawlessly beautiful.
Erik The Phantom of the Opera: What did you think of it?
Gerard Carriere: [pause, then] It could have been better.

Gerard Carriere: [talking about Christine] She didn't mean to hurt you.
Erik The Phantom of the Opera: I know that. She just asked a bit too much of me, that's all. Not her fault... thought she loved me.
Gerard Carriere: She does.
Erik The Phantom of the Opera: She did... but only for a moment.

Erik The Phantom of the Opera: Father?
Gerard Carriere: [answers without thinking] Yes?
[He and Erik share a look]

Erik The Phantom of the Opera: I'm sorry for what I put you through.
Gerard Carriere: Well, actually there never was a day I'd have given any of it up for anything.
Erik The Phantom of the Opera: Oh, I like that story. Tell me another fairy tale.
Gerard Carriere: It's true.
Erik The Phantom of the Opera: Why?
Gerard Carriere: Because you have your mother's soul.


The Phantom of the Opera (1998)
The Phantom: Dear, Christine! Life goes on!

The Phantom: Medusa will always lead you to my kingdom

Christine Daae: I beg you pardon?
The Phantom: For what?
Christine Daae: I thought you said something
The Phantom: I said nothing. But I caught myself thinking about you. Thoughts that surprise me. And I'm not easily surprised.
Christine Daae: Thinking about me? Why?
The Phantom: I wanted to tell you, your voice fills my heart with divine light. Shhhhs. Listening too you is sublime, wonderful. This must be our secret. Tell nobody, then no one will know we'll meet again.
Christine Daae: How?
The Phantom: When you hear my thoughts, you'll know where to go

The Phantom: The role is yours
Christine Daae: I don't want it
The Phantom: I said that it's yours
Christine Daae: I said, I don't want it. Tell me how many life did it costs, huh
The Phantom: You shall sing Julliete and I shall be there with you.
Christine Daae: I hate you!
The Phantom: Yes. Well, hate and love are one.

The Phantom: You will get used to me and this way of life!
Christine Daae: No!


Phantom of the Paradise (1974)
The Phantom: Phoenix, no one's singing in this Paradise again. No one's ever gonna sing my "Faust" again. No one but you. Phoenix, leave this place! Swan'll destroy you too!
Phoenix: You're crazy! Why should I go with you? Don't you hear that crowd down there? Why should I give that up?
The Phantom: They'll want more now. They want much more. They want more than you could ever give.
Phoenix: I'll give them whatever they want.

The Phantom: [to Beef] Never sing my music again. Not here, not anywhere. Do you understand? Never again. My music is for Phoenix. Only she can sing it. Anyone else who tries, dies!

The Phantom: "All art..."
[Swan has moved to the other side of the Phantom]
The Phantom: "All articles which have been excluded shall be deemed included." What does that mean?
Swan: That's a clause to protect you, Winslow. Anyway, what difference does it make? What choice do you have?
The Phantom: [after reading the contract] I'll rewrite my cantata. But you best play what I write.
[Swan pokes the Phantom's finger with his pen, drawing blood]
Swan: Ink isn't worth anything to me, Winslow. Now sign.

Phoenix: Don't you hear them down there? Why should I give that up?
The Phantom: They want more now. They want much more. They want more than you could ever give.
Phoenix: I'll give them whatever they want.


Phantom of the Opera (1943)
Enrique Claudin: Mademoiselle, may I speak to you for a minute?
Christine DuBois: Why, of course.
Enrique Claudin: You weren't on the stage tonight for the third act curtain call.
Christine DuBois: Everyone seems to notice. It's really quite flattering.
Enrique Claudin: [Becoming concerned] Why weren't you there?
[Christine is puzzled]
Enrique Claudin: Forgive me, but I have been a part of the Opera for so long. Everybody, everything connected with it, I feel it is so much a part of my life.
[Christine pauses, then smiles]
Christine DuBois: Yes, well, Monsieur Villeneuve is waiting for you.
Enrique Claudin: You weren't ill, were you? You're not in any trouble, are you? Why it's impertinent of me, I know, but...
[Claudin stalls, soon Christine kindly shakes his hand and smiles]
Christine DuBois: You're very kind. Thank you.
[Christine starts to leave]
Enrique Claudin: CHRISTINE!
[Christine turns back to Claudin in shock, Claudin soon realizes his mistake]
Enrique Claudin: I'm sorry. Forgive me.

[Claudin is talking to Christine as they descend into the catacombs beneath the Opera]
Enrique Claudin: See? Didn't I tell you it was beautiful? You didn't know we had a lake all to ourselves, did you?
[Christine covers her face and sobs]
Enrique Claudin: They've poisoned your mind against me. That's why you're afraid. Look at your lake, Christine. You'll love it here when you get used to the dark. And you'll love the dark, too. It's friendly and peaceful. It brings rest and relief from pain. It's right under the Opera. The music comes down and the darkness distills it, cleanses it of the suffering that made it. Then it's all beauty. And life here is like a resurrection.

Signor Ferretti: [FERRETTI is telling CLAUDIN that if he can no longer pay for CHRISTINE's lessons, FERRETTI will have to stop teaching her] I'm sorry, Claudin. Really sorry. If I had the time- But my expenses are great, and you must remember that many who can pay are waiting to study with me. Well, I'll let her come a few times, and, uh, then I will tell her she no longer needs me.
Enrique Claudin: B-But that isn't true.
Signor Ferretti: As a matter of fact, if you had the money, she might be launched on a career very soon. I assume that Mademoiselle Dubois has not the means to pay for her own instructions.
Enrique Claudin: Why, her month's salary wouldn't be enough to pay for one of your lessons. But, uh, I have written a concerto. Now, will you trust me if I can arrange to have it published?
Signor Ferretti: Every violinist has written a concerto! Come, come, my dear Claudin.
Enrique Claudin: But I have faith in this one. As much faith as I had in Mademoiselle Dubois when I came to you three years ago. Now, I was right about her, Signor. And I'm right about this. Pleyel and Desjardins are certain to publish it, and they'll give me a substantial advance. You'll see!


The Munsters' Revenge (1981) (TV)
Phantom of the Opera: You'll see, when I attain superstardom, it will be because of this magnificent voice, not because I'm just another pretty face.

Phantom of the Opera: [singing] Deck the halls with strings of garlick, falalala lalalala. Arsenic eggnogs make us frolic, falalala lalala laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!


Love Never Dies (2012/II)
The Phantom: Look at you/Deep in debt/Stinking drunk, pitiful/Shall we two/Make a bet/Devil take the hindmost.
Raoul: Look at you/Foul as sin/Hideous, horrible/Call the stakes/Deal me in/Devil take the hindmost.
The Phantom: Our Christine/Shall choose tonight.
Raoul: Let her choose.
The Phantom: Is she yours or mine?
Raoul: Draw the line!
The Phantom: If she sings/You lose tonight.
Raoul: I won't lose.
The Phantom: You leave from here.
Raoul: Fine.
The Phantom: Disappear.
Raoul: Fine! And if she won't?/If I win?
The Phantom: All your debts/Wiped away.
Raoul: Very well/Let's begin.
The Phantom, Raoul: [shaking hands, singing] Devil take the hindmost.

The Phantom: What a child. Full of life. Full of you, my Christine.
[singing]
The Phantom: Help me through this sadness/Do this kindness for your mentor/Or your progeny, that perfect specimen/May disappear on Coney Island/Vanish here on Coney Island.
[speaking]
The Phantom: Ah, Christine.
Christine Daaé: What are you saying? How could you? After all that we've been. Who are you?
The Phantom: I am your Angel of Music! I am dying, Christine! Suffocating here in the dark! Give me breath! Give me life! Sing for me! Or I will take from you everything you have ever loved.
Christine Daaé: No! No, you can't!
The Phantom: Oh, but I can. A man as hideous as this, believe me, is capable of anything.


The Phantom of the Opera (1962)
The Phantom: I am going to teach you to sing, Christine. I am going to give you a new voice! A voice so wonderful that theatres all over the world will be filled with your admirers. You will be the greatest star the opera has ever known. Greater than the greatest! And when you sing, Christine, you will be singing only... for me.