Phantom of the Opera

Barton:
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?

Carlotta:
What will I think when I see?

Erik:
You'll just... die!

The Devil:
People will love you for your music. But that is all that they will love you for.

Christine:
Where are we going?

Erik:
Home. No one can hurt you here.

Christine:
You're him, aren't you?

Erik:
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.

Hawkins:
Do you believe in God, Mr. Dutton?

Richard:
Yes.

Hawkins:
Good. Because it's going to take a leap of faith for you to understand what I'm about to tell you. The Phantom is real. It has a name. Erik Destler.

Richard:
But that's just a story.

Hawkins:
I know the legend as well as you. He sold his soul to the devil so the world would love him for his talent. The devil had a price. He mutilated his face so terribly, that no one could stand to love him ever again.

Richard:
And it's said the only way to kill the Phantom is to destroy his music.

Hawkins:
I don't believe in phantoms or legends, Mr. Dutton, but I do believe in facts. And the fact is, this man - -this creature - -is still alive. Still alive and living under your opera.

Mott:
You're a thing from hell.

The Phantom:
And you, sir, are hellbound!

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

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.

Hawkins:
Are you a member of the opera?

The Phantom:
You might say that.

Hawkins:
Well what do you think of the young singer Christine?

The Phantom:
She is my inpiration.

Hawkins:
Please, I couldn't stand her awful singing last night. Carlotta will be the new star of my opera.

The Phantom:
Could it be possible we saw other shows?

Hawkins:
Perhapes, but I think I would rather die then to listen to Christine sang another evening.

The Phantom:
As you wish!

Harrison:
I think I would rather die than to listen to that shrieking child for another evening!

The Phantom:
As you wish!

The Phantom:
Could it be that I saw you at the opera last night?

Harrison:
It's possible, I am the opera critic of the Gazette.

The Phantom:
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!

The Phantom:
Then perhaps you weren't afforded a seat be fitting 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.

The Phantom:
As you wish!

Hawkins:
Watch your skin!

Ratcatcher:
I lead the rats away, round them, without me, you will have them crawling all over you!

The Phantom:
Then lead them to eternity!

Joseph:
It won't happen again!

The Phantom:
No it won't, your suspended!

The Phantom:
So your bubbling was the work of the opera ghost?

Joseph:
No it was an accident.

The Phantom:
But you blamed me!

Joseph:
It won't happen again.

The Phantom:
No it won't. Your suspended!

The Phantom:
Still hungry for an introduction!