Quotes from the Movie Moulin Rouge

Why would the courtesan chose the penniless sitar player over the maharajah, who is offering a lifetime of security? That's real love. Once the sitar player has satisfied his lust, he will leave the courtesan with nothing.

The Duke

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

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