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The Phantom of the Opera (2004) Poster

Quotes

Raoul: No more talk of darkness. Forget these wide-eyed fears, I'm here. Nothing can harm you. My words will warm and calm you. Let me be your freedom. Let daylight dry your tears. I'm here, with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you.

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: [sung] But his voice filled my spirit with a strange, sweet sound. In that night there was music in my mind. And through music my soul began to soar! And I heard as I'd never heard before.

Raoul: [sung] What you heard was a dream and nothing more.

Christine: [sung] Yet in his eyes, all the sadness of the world. Those pleading eyes, that both threaten and adore...

Christine Daaé: [sung] In sleep, he sang to me. In dreams, he came. That voice which calls to me and speaks my name. And do I dream again? For now I find the Phantom of the Opera is there, inside my mind.

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: 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!

[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 DaaéThe Phantom: Your/my spirit and my/your voice in one combined. The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside my/your mind.

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

[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.

Christine: Yet in his eyes, all the sadness of the world... Those pleading eyes that both threaten and adore...

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

Christine: In his eyes, all the sadness of the world.

Reyer: [to one of the fops from Il Muto dancing alone in front of the curtain] You're fired!

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.

Crowd: [singing] Track down this murderer, he must be found! Hunt out this animal, who runs to ground! Too long he's preyed on us - but now we know: the Phantom of the Opera is there deep down below...

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 PhantomChristine: Yet/but your/the soul obeys...

The PhantomChristine: 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.

Christine Daaé: Angel of Music, you've deceived me. I gave you my mind blindly.

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

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!

Christine: If he has to kill a thousand men, the Phantom of the Opera will kill and kill again!

Christine: Think of me, think of me waking, silent and resigned. Imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind. Recall those days, look back on all those times, think of the things we'll never do - there will never be a day, when I won't think of you.

Christine: Who was that shape in the shadows? Whose is the face in the mask?

Christine: [to the Phantom] Farewell, my fallen idol and false friend.

Raoul: Say you love him, and my life is over!

Christine: Raoul, I've seen him! Can I ever forget that sight? Can I ever escape from that face? So distorted, deformed, it was hardly a face... But his voice filled my spirit with a strange, sweet sound. In that night there was music in my mind... And through music my soul began to soar! And I heard as I'd never heard before.

Raoul: What you heard was a dream and nothing more.

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!

Christine: 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]

Christine Daaé: The tears I might have shed for your dark fate / grow cold and turn to tears of *hate*!

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!

Christine: This haunted face holds no horror for me now. It's in your soul that the true distortion lies.

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

Madame Giry: [about the Phantom] He's a genius. He's an architect and designer, he's a composer and magician... a genius, monsieur!

Raoul: ...but clearly, Madame Giry, genius has turned to madness.

[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 PhantomChristine: [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!

Confidante: They say that this youth has set my lady's heart aflame!

Fop #1: His lordship sure would die of shock!

Fop: His lordship is a laughingstock!

Confidante: Should he suspect her, God protect her...

ConfidanteFop #1Fop: ...shame, shame, shame! This faithless lady's bound for Hades... shame, shame, shame!

Christine Daaé: Past the point of no return - no going back now. Our passion play has now at last begun. Past all thought of right or wrong. One final question: how long should we two wait, before we're one? When will the blood begin to race? The sleeping bud burst into bloom? When will the flames, at last, consume us?

Andre: [singing the Phantom's note to him] Dear Andre, what a charming gala, Christine was in a word sublime. We were hardly bereft when Carlotta left; on that note, the diva's a disaster, must you cast her when she's seasons past her prime?

Firmin: [singing the Phantom's note to him] Dear Firmin, just a brief reminder, my salary has not been paid. Send it care of the Ghost by return of post, P.T.O! No one likes a debtor so it's better if my orders are obeyed.

[last lines]

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

Christine: What I once used to dream, I now dread / If he finds me, it won't ever end / And he'll always be there, singing songs in my head / He'll always be there, singing songs in my head.

Christine Daaé: Twisted every way, what answer can I give?/Am I to risk my life to win the chance to live?/Can I betray the man who once inspired my voice?/Do I become his prey?/Do I have any choice?/He kills without a thought/He murders all that's good/I know I can't refuse/And yet, I wish I could/Oh God, if I agree, what horrors wait for me/In this, the Phantom's opera...

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]

Raoul: There is no phantom of the opera.

Christine: Think of it! A secret engagement. Look, your future bride! Just think of it!

Raoul: But why is it secret? What have we to hide? You promised me.

Christine: No Raoul, Please don't, they'll see.

Raoul: Well, then, let them see. It's an engagement, not a crime!

[sung]

Raoul: Christine, what are you afraid of?

Christine: [unison with Raoul] Let's not argue.

Raoul: [unison with Christine] Let's not argue.

ChristineRaoul: Please pretend; you will understand in time!/I can only hope that I understand in time!

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: 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: [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!

Andre: [in a note to Raoul from the Phantom] "Do not fear for Miss Daae. The Angel of Music has her under his wing. Make no attempt to see her again."

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

Madame Giry: The angel sees, the angel knows.

Raoul: Why did Christine fly from my arms?

Madame Giry: He welcomes you to his opera house...

Firmin: His opera house?

Madame Giry: ...and commands that you continue to leave box 5 empty for his use. And reminds you that his salary is due.

Firmin: His salary?

Madame Giry: Well, Monsieur Lefevre used to give him 20,000 francs a month.

Firmin: [grabs note from Andre] 20,000 francs?

Madame Giry: Perhaps you can afford more? With the Vicomte as your patron?

Firmin: Madame, I had hoped to make that announcement public tonight when the Vicomte was to join us for the gala. But obviously we shall now have to cancel, as it appears we have lost our star. A full house, Andre. We shall have to refund a full house!

Madame Giry: Christine Daae could sing it, sir.

Andre: A chorus girl? Don't be silly.

FirminAndre: Who'd believe a diva, happy to relieve a chorus girl who's gone and slept with the patron? Raoul and the soubrette entwined in love's duet, although he may demur, he must have been with her! You'd never get away with all this in a play, but if it's loudly sung and in a foreign tongue, it's just the sort of story audiences adore, in fact a perfect opera!

Christine: My God, who is this man who hunts to kill? I can't escape from him, I never will!

[repeated line]

Christine: In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came, that voice which calls to me and speaks my name...

Raoul: Christine forgive me, please forgive me. I did it all for you and all for nothing!

Firmin: What a way to run a business. Spare me these unending trials. Half your cast disappears but the crowd still cheers. Opera, to hell with Gluck and Handel; have a scandal and you're sure to have a hit.

Andre: Damnable! Will they all walk out? This is damnable!

Firmin: Andre, please don't shout... It's publicity! And the take is vast! Free publicity!

Andre: But we have no cast!

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!

Raoul: [angryly] Why make her lie to you to save me?

Madame Giry: Those who speak of what they know / learn too late that prudent silence is wise / Joseph Buquet, hold your tongue! / Keep your hand at the level of your eyes!

Crowd: Masquerade! Every face a different shade. Masquerade. Look around, there's another mask behind you!

Meg Giry: He's here! That Phantom of the Opera!

Raoul: I fought so hard to free you!

Christine: Say you love me.

Raoul: You know I do.

Christine: Say you love me every waking moment. Turn my head with talk of summertime. Say you need me with you now and always. Promise me that all you say is true. That's all I ask of you.

Auctioneer: Lot 666 then, ladies and gentlemen: a chandelier, in pieces. Some of you may recall the strange affair of the Phantom of the Opera, a mystery never fully explained. Our workshops have repaired it and wired parts for the new electric lights. Perhaps we can frighten the ghosts of so many years ago... with a little illumination. Gentlemen!

Raoul: [singing softly to Christine] ... Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime. Let me lead you from your solitude... Say you need me with you here, beside you . Anywhere you go, let me go too. Christine, that's all I ask of you...

[as she attempts to leave the first time]

Carlotta: 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.

Christine: Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing. Her father promised her that he would send her the Angel of Music. Her father promised her... Her father promised her...

Christine Daaé: [sung] Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade; they have their season, so do we... But please promise me that sometimes, you will think... of me!

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

Lefevre: Gentlemen, good luck. If you need me, I shall be in Australia.

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.

Meg Giry: [singing to Christine] Where in the world have you been hiding? Really, you were perfect. I only wish I knew your secret. Who is your great tutor?

Carlotta: Why you spray on my chin all the time, huh?

AndreFirmin: We get our opera, she gets her limelight.

[the Phantom drops a backdrop on Carlotta]

Andre: Signora, these things do happen.

Carlotta: For the past three years, these things do happen!

[to LeFevre]

Carlotta: And did you stop them from happening? No!

[to Firmin and Andre]

Carlotta: 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]

Piangi: [to Firmin and Andre] Amateurs!

Carlotta: Bye-bye and ciao! Now you see. Bye-bye, I'm really leaving!

Firmin: Gossip's worth its weight in gold.

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

The PhantomChristine 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.

Madame Giry: We take particular pride in the excellence of our ballet, monsieur.

Andre: I see why.

[looking at Meg Giry]

Andre: Especially that little blonde angel!

Madame Giry: My daughter, Meg Giry.

Firmin: [looking at Christine] And THAT exceptional beauty? No relation, I trust?

Madame Giry: Christine Daaé. Promising talent, Monsieur Firmin, very promising.

Andre: Daaé, did you say? N-n-no relation to the famous Swedish violinist?

Madame Giry: His only child. Orphaned at seven, when she came to live and trained in the ballet dormitories.

Firmin: An orphan, you say?

Madame Giry: I think of her as a daughter also.

Madame Giry: [about Christine] Let her sing for you, monsieur; she has been well taught.

Andre: All right. Come on.

[Christine is reluctant]

Andre: Don't be shy. Come on. Come along... just... just...

Reyer: [interrupts] From the beginning of the aria, then. Please, mademoiselle!

Firmin: Andre, this is doing nothing for my nerves.

Andre: Oh, but she's very pretty.

Andre: [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?

AndreFirmin: 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!

AndreFirmin: Prima donna, enchant us once again!

Andre: Think of your muse...

Firmin: And of the queues round the theatre!

AndreFirmin: Can you deny us the triumph in store? Sing, prima donna, once more!

Andre: 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!

Carlotta: I hope he as excited by dancing girls as your new managers, because *I* WILL NOT BE SINGING!

Madame Giry: Keep your hand at the level of your eye.

Raoul: For pity's sake, Christine, say no! Don't throw your life away for my sake! I fought so hard to free you...

RaoulChristine: Anywhere you go, let me go too. / Love me, that's all I ask of you.

Raoul: You said yourself, he was nothing but a man, yet while he lives, he will haunt us 'til we're dead.

Andre: [as Carlotta storms out] What do we do now?

Lefevre: Grovel. Grovel, grovel, grovel.

Raoul: [Christine is being lured towards the Phantom, tricked into thinking he is the spirit of her father] No! Christine, wait!

Christine: Raoul!

Raoul: Whatever you believe, this man - this thing - is not your father!

[the Phantom appears and attacks Raoul]

Evil Gypsy: Come. Come.

[beckons onlookers]

Evil Gypsy: Come inside and see the devil's child!

Carlotta: [sung] I know who sent this: The Vicomte - her lover!

Raoul: Indeed! Can you believe it?

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*?

Joseph Buquet: Please, monsieur, there's nobody there, and if there is... well, then it must have been a ghost!

Raoul: [sung] Is this not the letter you wrote?

Firmin: [sung] And what is it we are meant to have wrote?

[spoken, correcting himself]

Firmin: Written.

Madame Giry: I have a message from the Opera Ghost.

Firmin: Oh, God in Heaven, you're all obsessed!

[first lines]

Auctioneer: Sold. Your number, sir? Thank you. Lot 663, then, ladies and gentlemen.

Raoul: [to himself] A collector's piece indeed... every detail, exactly as she said... will you still play when all the rest of us are dead?

Carlotta: Well, if my managers command. Mr. Reyer?

Reyer: If my diva commands.

Carlotta: Yes, I do.

Raoul: Why have you brought me here?

Christine: We can't go back there.

Raoul: We must return.

Christine: He'll kill you, his eyes will find us there.

Raoul: Christine don't say that.

Christine: Those eyes that burn.

Raoul: Don't even think it.

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

Raoul: Why have you brought me here?...

Christine: We can't go back there...

Raoul: We must return.

Christine: He'll kill you! His eyes will find us there...

Raoul: Christine, don't say that...

Christine: Those eyes that burn.

Raoul: Don't even think it.

Christine: And if he has to kill a thousand men...

Raoul: The Phantom is a fable, Belive me.

Christine: The Phantom of the Opera will kill and kill again!

Raoul: There is no Phantom of the Opera.

Christine: [Both] My gosh, who is this man...

[Just Christine]

Christine: Who hunts to kill?

Raoul: ...this mask of death?

Christine: I can't escape from him...

Raoul: Whose voice you hear?

Christine: I never will.

Raoul: With every breath.

Christine: [Both] And in this labyrinth, where night is blind. The Phantom of the Opera is

[here/there]

Christine: , inside

[my/your]

Christine: mind.

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