Beef: [to Philbin] Can't you feel the vibes in your own house, man? Bad, sport, real bad. The karma is so thick around here, you need an aqualung to breathe.
Beef: Listen, Philbin. There really is a phantom. He was just in my shower. He threatened my life. He said his music was just for Phoenix. Only she can sing it. Anyone else who tries, dies.
Arnold Philbin: What the hell are you talking about?
Beef: Look, Philbin. I am a professional. I have been in this business a long time. Now if I don't want to, it's not because I got stage fright. It's because some creature from beyond doesn't want me to do the show. Now gangway.
Swan: Saturday, November 19, 1953. Today, I have decided to kill myself. Being the greatest showman of my time, I am recording live for the Swan Archives. Why? Simple, I'm getting old. Oh, I can't bare it. To see this beautiful face ravaged by the forces of time? If I can't be young forever, I'd rather end it all - now!
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.
Swan: Phoenix, Swan here. I want you to answer a question for me.
Swan: What would you give me to sing?
Phoenix: Anything you want.
Swan: Anything? Would you give me your voice?
Winslow Leach: [singing] All my dreams are lost and I can't sleep. Sleep alone could ease my mind. All my tears are gone and I can't weep. Old emotions may they rest in peace and dream. Dream a bunch of friends. Rest in peace and dream. Dream it never ends.
Swan: [holding a contract] It's all here. Read it carefully, and then sign at the bottom in blood. Messy, I know, but it's the only way that can bind. Tradition. What do you have to lose?
Swan: [to an assassin, ragged voice] Remember, she must be hit just as Philbin says "Til death do you part."
Arnold Philbin: Now, what a minute. This may be none of my business or anything. But if you're gonna kill her, why do it here tonight?
Swan: An assassination live on television coast to coast? That's entertainment!
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!
Swan: Winslow, what a foolish thing to do. Didn't you read you contract closely? See where it says Terms of Agreement, can you read what it says? "This contract terminates with Swan." No more suicides, Winslow. You gave up your right to rest in peace when you signed this contract.
Winslow Leach: But I'm innocent! Swan stole my music and FRAMED ME!
Arnold Philbin: Yeah.
Beef: What do you know about it? You just pass the stuff out, I take it. I know drug real from real real.
Beef: Oh, I knew I shouldn't be screwing around with the dead man's music. This place is possessed.
Arnold Philbin: What are you talking about?
Beef: You trying to tell me you didn't hear that shriek? That was something trying to get out of its premature grave, and I don't want to be here when it does.
Arnold Philbin: Opening night prima donnas. Look, iron man. If you so uptight, take a shower and cool off.
Beef: Man, you better get yourself a castrato for this, 'cause it's a little out of my range.
Swan: Something bothering you, Beef?
Beef: Swan, this was scored for a chick. I'm not doing it in drag.
Swan: You can sing it better than any bitch.
Beef: You don't know how right you are, Goliath.
Swan: [to Phoenix] Your voice, remember? You promised me your voice! Our contract, remember?
Arnold Philbin: You know what?
Winslow Leach: What?
Arnold Philbin: I think the Juicy Fruits are gonna dig it.
Winslow Leach: The Juicy Fruits?
Arnold Philbin: I'm not promising anything, kid...
[Winslow slams Philbin against the wall]
Winslow Leach: I'm not gonna allow my music to be mutilated by those greaseballs!
Arnold Philbin: Hey, take it easy...
Winslow Leach: I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN SING "FAUST"!
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.