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Quotes from the movie Moulin Rouge
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You expect me to believe that scantily clad, in the arms of another man, in the middle of the night, inside an elephant you were rehearsing?
The Duke


I don't care about your ridiculous dogma!
The Duke


It's not that I'm a jealous man, I just don't like other people touching my things!
The Duke


She is mine.
The Duke


And in the end should someone die?
The Duke


Generally I like it.
The Duke


You made me believe that you loved me.
The Duke


It's the boy, he has bewitched with her the words. Tell her that the show will end my way and when the curtain falls she will come to me or I'll have the boy killed.
The Duke


Look, my dear! A little frog!
The Duke


Let Zidler keep his fairy tale ending.
The Duke


It's a little bit funny- this feelin' inside.
The Duke


I don't like this ending.
The Duke


How do you do? My name is Henri Marie Raymond Toulouse-Lautrec Monfa.
Toulouse-Lautrec


The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.
Toulouse-Lautrec


Christian, you may see me only as a drunken, vice-ridden gnome whose friends are just pimps and girls from the brothels. But I know what love is, only because I long for it with every fiber of my being. She loves you, I know it, I know she loves you.
Toulouse-Lautrec


Killed. Killed? Killed! I must warn him!
Toulouse-Lautrec


Clean yourself off you bourgeois pig!
Toulouse-Lautrec


The hills are alive with the sound of music! I love it!
The Narcoleptic Argentinian


Aw! The boy has talent. Nothing funny, I just like talent.
The Narcoleptic Argentinian


Never fall in love with a woman who sells herself. It always ends BAD!
The Narcoleptic Argentinian


We have a dance in the brothels of Buenos Aires. It tells the story of a prostitute and a man who falls in love with her. First, there is desire. Then, passion. Then, suspicion. Jealousy. Anger. Betrayal. When love is for the highest bidder, there can be no trust. Without trust, there is no love. Jealousy, yes, jealousy will drive you mad!
The Narcoleptic Argentinian


All right! No problems! Go back to work!
The Narcoleptic Argentinian


The hills are incarnate with symphonic melodies!
The Narcoleptic Argentinian


I love sex.
The Narcoleptic Argentinian