Erik:
Feast your eyes! Glut your soul on my accursed ugliness!
Christine:
You... You are the Phantom!
Erik:
If I am the Phantom, it is because man's hatred has made me so... If I shall be saved, it will be because your love redeems me.
Erik:
She is singing to bring down the chandelier!
Simon Buquet:
His nose. There is no nose!
Erik:
Christine, tonight I placed the world at your feet!
Erik:
Feast your eyes-glut your soul, on my accursed ugliness!
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