Moulin Rouge!

Stand your ground for freedom, beauty, truth & love.

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This ending's silly. Why would the courtesan fall for the penniless writer- [spitefully] Oops! I meant sitar player!

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Satine: What's his type? Wilting flower? [sighs] Bright and bubbly? [giggles] Or smoldering temptress? [growls] Zidler: I'd say, smoldering temptress.

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Nini: Looks like the Duke won't be getting his money's worth tonight. Dancer: Don't be unkind, Nini!

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Zidler: SHE'S CONFESSING! The Duke: Confessing?! What kind of imbecile do you take me for, Zidler?! Zidler: She suddenly had a terrible desire...to go to a priest and...confess her sins.

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The Duke: I don't like this ending... Zidler: Don't like the ending, my dear Duke? The Duke: Why should the courtesan chose the penniless sitar player over the maharajah who is offering her a lifetime of security? That's real love. Once the sitar player has satisfied his lust he will leave her with nothing. I suggest that the courtesan chose the maharajah. Toulouse-Lautrec: But, but sorry, that ending does not uphold the Bohemian ideals of truth, beauty, freedom, and... The Duke: [shouts] I don't care about your ridiculous dogma! Why shouldn't the courtesan chose the maharajah? Christian: [shouts] Because she doesn't love you!... Him... Hi-him, she doesn't love... she doesn't love him. The Duke: Oh, I see... Monsieur Zidler, the play will be rewritten with the courtesan choosing the maharajah and without the lovers' secret song. It will be rehearsed in the morning, ready for the opening tomorrow night... Zidler: But, my dear Duke, that will be quite impossible. Satine: Harold, the Duke

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