Satine: Besides, I can't fall in love with anyone Christian: Can't... fall... in love? But, a life without love, that's... terrible... Satine: No, being on the street, that's terrible. Christian: No! Love is like oxygen! Satine: What? Christian: Love...Moulin Rouge!
Christian: [to the Duke] This woman is yours now. I've paid my whore. [to Satine] Christian: I owe you nothing. And you are nothing to me. Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love.Moulin Rouge!
Argentinean: We have a dance in the brothels of Buenos Aires. It tells the story of the 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 b...Moulin Rouge!
[last lines] Christian: [voiceover and typing] Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. And then, one not-so-very special day, I went to my typewriter, I sat down, and I wrote our story. A story about a time, a story about a place, a story a...Moulin Rouge!
Satine: [singing] Never knew I could feel like this. Like I've never seen the sky before. Want to vanish inside your kiss, every day I'm loving you more and more. Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing? Come back to me- and forgive everything. [gas...Moulin Rouge!
Zidler: Send Christian away. Satine: He will fight for me. Zidler: Unless he believes that you don't love him. Satine: What? Zidler: You're a great actress, Satine. Make him believe that you don't love him. Satine: No! Zidler: Use your talent to save...Moulin Rouge!
Christian: It's a little bit funny. Satine: What? Christian: This feeling inside. I'm not one of those who can easily hide. Is this ok? Is this what you want? Satine: Ah, poetry. Yes, this it what I want naughty words. Christian: I don't have much mo...Moulin Rouge!
Satine: I'm sorry, Christian, I'm dying. Christian: No, you'll be alright Satine: I'm so sorry, Christian. I'm sorry. -brief pause- I'm cold. Hold me. -long pause- You've got to carry on without me, Christian. Christian: I can't carry on without you....Moulin Rouge!
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 about art and love, if only because I long for it with every fiber of my being.Moulin Rouge!
Satine: I don't need you anymore! All my life you made believe I was only worth what someone would pay for me! But Christian loves me. He loves me! He loves me, Harold. And that is worth everything! We're going away from you, away from the Duke, away...Moulin Rouge!