Movie Quotes for Moulin+Rouge!

Satine: I dont 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!
  Were going away from you, away from the Duke, away from the Moulin
  Rouge!

Satine: Were going away, away from you, away from the Duke, away
  from the Moulin Rouge. Goodbye Harold!

Christian: We were off to the Moulin Rouge and I was to perform my
  poetry for Satine.

Zidler: The Duke holds the deeds to the Moulin Rouge, hes spending a
  fortune on you, hes giving you a beautiful new dressing room, he
  wants to make you a star, and YOURE DALLYING WITH THE WRITER!
Satine: Harold, thats ridic...
Zidler: I SAW YOU TOGETHER.
Satine: Its nothing. Its just an infatuation... its nothing.
Zidler: The infatuation will end. Go to the boy; tell him its over,
  and the Duke is expecting you in the tower at eight.

Christian: The Moulin Rouge. A night club, a dance hall and a
  bordello. Ruled over by Harold Zidler. A kingdom of night time
  pleasures. Where the rich and powerful came to play with the young
  and beautiful creatures of the underworld. The most beautiful of
  these was the one I loved. Satine. A courtesan. She sold her love
  to men. They called her the "Sparkling Diamond", and she was the
  star... of the Moulin rouge. The woman I loved is... dead.

Zidler: [singing] If lifes an awful bore, and livings just a chore
  that we do caus deaths not much fun. I just have the antidote,
  and though I mustnt gloat at the Moulin Rouge. Youll have fun...
  Scratch that little niggle, have a little wiggle, you know that you
  can... Because we can can can.

Henri: Big crowd tonight.
Zidler: Too big, thanks to your poster. Oh, I know Im making
  millions, but I liked the Moulin Rouge as she was, lighthearted and
  hot-blooded, a little strumpet who thought only of tonight. Now she
  is grown up and knowns better. She has money in her stocking, wears
  corsets, and never drinks a drop too much. Worst of all, she never
  sees her old friends anymore. She has gone into society. Last night
  she entertained a cabinet minister and his wife and daughter. Its
  *disgusting*!

Satine: [singing] Never knew I could feel like this. Like Ive never
  seen the sky before. Want to vanish inside your kiss, every day Im
  loving you more and more. Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing?
  Come back to me- and forgive everything.
[gasp]
Satine: Seasons may change, winter to spring... I love you til the
  end of time.

Christian: Wait. No, please wait. Before, when we were... when you
  thought I was the Duke, you said that you loved me, a- and I
  wondered if...
Satine: It was just an act?
Christian: Yes.
Satine: Of course.
Christian: Oh. It just felt real.
Satine: Christian, Im a courtesan. Im paid to make men believe what
  they want to believe.

The Duke: Generally I like it.

Argentinean: The boy has talent.
[Grabs Christians crotch] [Christian gasps]
Argentinean: Nothing funny, I just like talent.

Argentinean: Its like; one is a Duke, and the other...
[Argentinean falls asleep and falls down stairs]

Satine: [sings] A kiss on the hand may be, quite continental, but
  diamonds are a girls best friend! A kiss may be grand but it, wont
  pay the rental on your humble flat, or help you feed your mmhm
  pussycat! Men grow cold as girls grow old, and we all loose our
  charms in the end... But square-cut or pear-shaped, these rocks
  dont loose their shape; Diamonds are a girls best friend!

Satine: [to herself, singing] When will I begin to live again? One
  day Ill fly away... leave all this to yesterday. Why live life
  from dream to dream, and dread the day when dreaming ends.

Zidler: ...And youre dallying with the writer.
Satine: Oh, Harold, dont be ridicul...
Zidler: I saw you together.
Satine: Its nothing. Its just an infatuation. Its... its nothing.

Nini Legs-In-The-Air: This endings silly. Why would the courtesan go
  for the penniless writer? Whoops. I mean sitar player.

Christian and Satine: Come what may, I will love you until my dying
  day.

Satine: Please tell me youre not one of Toulouses oh so talented,
  charmingly bohemian, tragically impoverished writers?

Toulouse-Lautrec: Hes got a huge... talent .

Satine: [singing] Ill top the bill/ Ill earn the kill/ I have to
  find the will to carry on with the, on with the, on with the show.

Toulouse-Lautrec: How do you do? My name is Henri Marie Raymond
  Toulouse-Lautrec Montfa.
Christian: What?
Toulouse-Lautrec: Im terribly sorry about all this. Were just
  upstairs rehearsing a play.
Christian: What?

Christian: Where were you last night?
Satine: I told you... I was sick.
Christian: You dont have to lie to me.
Satine: We have to end it. Everybody knows. Harold knows. Sooner or
  later the duke will find out.

Christian: Mademaiselle Satine, I havent quite finished writing that
  new scene. The "Will The Lovers Be Meeting at the Sitar Players
  Hummble Abode" scene. And I wondered if I could work on it with you
  later tonight.
The Duke: But, my dear, Ive arranged a magnificent supper for us in
  the Gothic Tower.
Christian: Its not important. We could work on it tomorrow.
Satine: Oh, how dare you! It cannot wait until tomorrow. The "Lovers
  Will Be Meeting in the Sitar Players Humble Abode" scene is the
  most important in the production. We will work on it tonight until
  I am completely satisfied.
The Duke: B-But my dear...
Satine: Dear Duke. Excuse me.
Christian: [smiles] Im sorry.

Satine: Come and get me boys!

Satine: Harold, the poor Duke is being treated appallingly. These
  silly writers let their imaginations run away with them. [to the
  Duke] Now why dont you and I have a little supper. And then
  afterwards, we can let Monsieur Zidler know how we would prefer the
  story to end.