Christine Quotes in The Man in the Iron Mask (1998)

Christine: I shall burn in Hell. So will you.

King Louis XIV: No, no my love. You shall burn in hell. But not. For I am King... ordained by God!

Zoe: [about Melissa] She's the last person you gotta worry about.

Kira: [Flips Zoe off] Bitch.

Zoe: Oh, my god! The mute spoke!

Christine: Watch your ass, slut!

Zoe: What, like the way you watch Kira's?

Christine: The windows in the kitchen lead out to the atrium.

Kira: Yeah, but don't they have ba...

Christine: No, no bars. There's an opening in the wall. It's gotta lead somewhere. Dog got out.

Christine: Speaking of shitty deals, whose bright idea was it to put Kira and Michael on this project together?

Williams: What are you talking about?

Christine: What I'm talking about is Kira used to work for that prick out on the streets.

Williams: What?

Christine: Yeah, when he wasn't beating her ass. She rolled over on him and now because of you guys, he's here and he's been fucking stalking her the whole time.

Williams: I'm glad you got cleared for this project, Christine. Out of everyone here, I think you got the mosr potential.

Christine: Do you, now?

Williams: I've seen everyone's file. I know your story; why you attacked your stepfathar, what happened to your sister. You got a shitty deal.

Christine: It can't be him. I shot him in the head.

Tye: Holy shit. Wait a minute, you shot that freak that plucked all those people's eyes out.

Christine: Wait, what does he want with Kira?

Williams: I'm not sure. Last time, he killed all of his victims except one. We thinkg he was keeping her, because she had tattoos. Stuff like crosses, religious markings.

Christine: Kira has religious tattoos.

King: [Saves Tina's life from lioness]

Tina: [King comes to Tina] King! I knew you loved me. You saw King chose me. He's mine!

King: [Coming to Tina]

Tina: Stay away from her. You naughty thing.

King: [Mounting King]

Tina: King will see me home. He really loves me.

Christine: Now your beginning to see?

Robert Hayward: If I hadn't seen it... Well, I wouldn't have believed it. It's like witchcraft.

Tina: [Riding away on King] Now do you understand King? I don't want you to have anything more to do with that nasty lioness again. Who does she think she is?

Steve: [sympathetically] Hey, do you, uh, want to go out to lunch?

Christine: [whilst typing up her lead news report, her suicide note] ... Maybe tomorrow, Steve.

Christine: So, now, in keeping with WZRB policy, presenting the most immediate and complete reports of local "blood and guts", TV 30 presents what is believed to be a television first. In living color, an exclusive coverage of an attempted suicide.

Christine: Is it paranoia if, indeed, everyone is coming after you?

Christine: Maybe you should film the chickens having SEX so we can see how the eggs are REALLY made!

[laughs nervously]

Christine: uh, I'm just joking, just joking...

Chicken Lady: [giggling] Ooh, I've seen it, and it ain't pretty!

Christine: I am DROWNING UNDERWATER here!

Christine: These flowers are FAKE, just like this whole DAMNED STATION!

Jean: [Jean approaches Christine who is obviously crying backstage] Chris? Hey Chris, you okay?

Christine: Yeah... Yeah, it's just Summer allergies

Jean: Oh. But are you, you know, okay?

Christine: What do you mean?

Jean: You just seem a little more... wound up than usual.

Christine: [Christine begins to panic] What do you mean?

Jean: You just seem a little tense or something.

Christine: No... You said "more than usual".

Christine: [screaming hysterically] WHY CAN'T YOU ALL JUST LISTEN TO ME?

Christine: Hey, you know what, Mike, just cause your wife has a drinking problem doesn't mean that you get to treat me like this. That's on you! Don't put it on me. That's on you.

Michael: Are you...?

Christine: I'm just trying to do my best for this station and it isn't easy.

Michael: Are you fucking kidding me? Are *you* fucking kidding me? You fucked up... again! And now you insult me, you insult my family? You know, I've got half my savings invested in this station and I believe in it. What do you believe in? What are you doing to make a mark?

Christine: Ok, I'll do the chicken lady. But there's gonna have to be some changes around here.

Michael: [yelling] Christine! Go home!

Christine: [while playing with her puppets] ... We can all be quiet now.

Christine: [writing] Ask George out for coffee? Coffee never killed anyone.

Christine: [to a married couple eating dinner at a restaurant] Don't lose sight of what you have here, okay...?

Christine: [appalled] So what, just get some footage of some fat people burning in a car crash and I'm on a plane to Baltimore...?

Michael: Now you're just being a smartass.

Christine: [referring to the news footage of a fat woman being given electroshock therapy] This is totally at odds with the work that I've been doing, it's exploitative!

Michael: Then why are so many people watching it? The same people you are so concerned about representing are the ones who are gobbling this stuff up!

Christine: We're supposed to know better.

George: Hey, you and I have been working together for over a year now and we've never gone out and have a drink together.

Christine: Well, I don't really drink.

George: Well, you know what I mean.

Christine: Well, you've never asked me.

George: You're not always the most approachable person, Chubbuck.

Christine: O, I am approachable. Maybe you just don't know how to approach me.

George: O! And who does know how to approach you?

Christine: A lot of people. Jean. Steve...

[George scoffs]

Christine: You were smoking pot! I HATE it when you smoke pot!

George: You wanna maybe get some dinner tonight?

Christine: Maybe.

George: You know, fork, knife, plate, food, *dinner*.

Christine: I don't... I don't get it.

George: Chubbuck, I'm not gonna bite you. I feel like we're always about to make some breakthrough to some new level of connectivity, but something gets in the way.

Christine: Dinner?

George: Yeah.

Lea: If we were rich...

Christine: What would change? Rich ladies have everything but I've seen them weeping in secret.

Christine: [to her sister Lea on her first of work] And always speak to them in third person. Aunt Isabelle said a master is three people. the one he is, the one others think he is and the one he believes he is. Always address the last one.

Christine: [pick's up garbage bag] It's Garbage!

Christine: You will end up childless and alone.

Will: Well, fingers crossed, yeah.

Christine: Oh, no... it's just I thought you had hidden depths.

Will: No, no, you've always had that wrong about me. I really am this shallow.

[Donna and Christine are filling out job application forms]

Donna Jensen: Oh, my God. Do you dot your "i"'s with little hearts? That's so cute.

Christine: Yeah, well, it's my trademark. That and my hickeys.

Christine: Why don't you put your money where your mouth is?

Hawk: Why don't you lick my hairy crack?

Christine: Why don't you bend over, you're lookin' right at it!

Lex: [Everybody looks at each other in puzzlement] That last remark fell about 30 yards away from makin' any sense whatsoever!

Christine: Hey, you know what? Disco's so fucking big right now, I wouldn't be suprised if KISS did a disco song.

Lex: Man, if there's one thing KISS will never do, it is a bullshit disco song.

Jam: No shit man!

Trip: Yeah man. Disco blows dogs for quarters man!

Christine: Okay, dope-burnout, let's get one thing straight, here. As far as I'm concerned, good tunes is good tunes. Be it disco or rock, or polka, or whatever have you, regardless of the category. Disco is just easier to dance to.

Lex: You know, your clothes may say disco, but your eyes say rock n' roll.

Christine: Yeah? Well, your belt buckle may say rock n' roll, but your breath says pepperoni, baby.

Christine: Now there's an intelligently biting remark wrought with wit and irony.

Christine: You guys like Disco? Y'know, I teach disco dancing back at my church... you guys look like you got a little rhythm in your blood... free lessons if you let me go...

Beefy Jerk #1: Oh, I know what dance we could do... 'The Horizontal Hustle'.

[Door opens, Lex enters]

Lex: Hey peanut-turds! I'm here for the girl and the car!

Christine: A tease? What the hell did I do to tease you mongoloids?

Carol: Where are your boob shirts?

[holds up Sarah's sweaters]

Sarah: What?

Carol: Your *boob* shirts!

Christine: Don't worry, I brought some of mine!

Christine: [Sarah is in the bath and not picking up the phone] Sarah, it's me, Christine. Pick up. Come on, Sarah. I already talked to Dad.

Sarah: [sighs and answers the phone] Who else knows?

Christine: No one.

Sarah: Come on, Carol has to know.

Christine: Why does Carol have to know? Couldn't I once know something before she does?

Sarah: [realizing] She's there with you, isn't she?

Christine: No.

Sarah: Hello, Carol.

Carol: [small beat] Hi, Sarah. I was telling Chris it's a shame I didn't know about this before because I would have called Uncle Chet. We could have doubled.

Sarah: Oh, no. This story is going to be immortalized into family history, isn't it? Told and retold at Thanksgiving dinner, year after year...

Carol: Oh, not just Thanksgiving. I think it's a good Christmas story to.

[both Carol and Christine laugh]

Sarah: Bye guys.

Christine: [laughing] Wait. Tell the truth. One a scale of one to ten how would you rate Dad as a date? Hot, super hot?

[Sarah hangs up]

David: Who cares?

Christine: I care. Just because you can remove yourself enough to feel superior to everyone doesn't mean I can.

[first lines]

Richard: So the corrugated metal not only reflects the beauty of the common, off-the-shelf material but also emphasizes the invisible line between the old and the new construction.

Christine: Wait. There'll be a line?

Richard: It's invisible.

David: Just let him finish.

Christine: Oh, sorry.

[Connie and Grace have performed a duet in which Connie has had to fake her lines]

Christine: What a singular interpretation!

Connie: Oh, fuck off.

Grace Winterbourne: You heard her, fuck off.

[first lines]

Christine: [on answering machine] Paul, it's Christine. Listen, I'm sorry that I hurt you. I never meant for this to happen. I feel like you've been pushing away for that last two years. I love you Paul, but, I want more in my life. Goodbye.

Christine: Just remember, I can't hear you when you're lying.

Casey: The perversions must end!... Family values must be saved!

Christine: No! This is a Troma movie!

Larry Benjamin: Christine, that was great! Now all we have to do is a couple of pickups and we can go home.

Christine: Larry, my contract with you says 15 hours and I've been here for 22 hours now! I'm tired and I want to go home!

Larry Benjamin: Of course you want to go home. While you were in that last scene, I could have sworn you were Marilyn Monroe in River of No Return. You were so beautiful in that!

Christine: Really, Larry? Marilyn Monroe?

Larry Benjamin: Yeah.

Christine: Well... I guess I could do a couple of more times. How do I look?

[Christine moves Larry's hand over one of her breasts]

Larry Benjamin: You look great, Marilyn... I mean, Christine.

Christine: I've just been pissed on by a blind independent movie director!

François Perrin: [in Christine's bathroom] My nose is bleeding. It's stopped now, but I got hit with a bagpipe.

Christine: A bagpipe?

François Perrin: A bagpipe.

Christine: [Milan is berating her for not being able to seduce Perrin] When could I have worked with my head? He began the evening having his zipper caught in my hair. After that, he got a bloody nose, I heard his opera and I had to make love with him twice!

[half to herself]

Christine: And he's good at it, too!

Christine: I just couldn't stand to see that man take away your dignity.

Cameron: I mean, sooner or later, you gotta find out what it's really like to be black.

Christine: Oh, fuck you man! Like you'd know! The closest you ever came to being black, Cameron, was watching "The Cosby Show".

Cameron: Yeah, well, at least I wasn't watching it with the rest of the equestrian team.

Christine: [to Cameron] Fuck you, Cameron!

[to Ryan]

Christine: And you, keep your filthy fuckin' hands off me! Ow! You fucking pig!

Cameron: Christine, just stop taking.

Officer Ryan: [to Christine] That's quite a mouth you have.

[to Cameron]

Officer Ryan: Course, you know that.

Christine: Fuck you! That's what this is all about, isn't it? You thought you saw a white woman blowing a black man, and that just drove your little cracker ass crazy!

Cameron: Christine, shut your fuckin' mouth!

Officer Ryan: I'd listen to your husband, Ma'am. Put your legs open. Now, do you have any guns or knives or anything I might get stuck with?

Cameron: [after Christine's been molested] Who are you calling?

Christine: I'm gonna report their asses, sons of bitches.

Christine: No, what I need is a husband who will not just stand there, while I'm being molested.

Christine: That's good. A little anger. It's a bit late, but it's nice to see.

Christine: [to Cameron while impersonating a stereotypical African American slave] You're, right I have a lot to learn because I haven't quite learned how to shuck and jive, let me hear it again "thank you Mr. Po-lice man you sure mighty kind to us poor black folk, you be sure to let me know next time you finger fuck my wife!"

Christine: Give me a glass of water and a couple of lesbians.

Christine: [while suntanning] I have to do 25 minutes on my stomach.

Alice: To make up for the 25 minutes you spent on your back, last night?

Lee: I'm trying to hold on to a husband, who's trying to hold on.

Christine: With your money?

Christine: Honey, let me hit you with a couple of names. Yul Brynner is Clinton. Paul and Joanne as Tom and Lee! I know, I hope it has enough content for 'em. Who have I got for Alice? Oh, I know, Carly Simon. I mean the soundtrack album alone will pay for her clothes. Now, now don't scream. Virna Lisi. No, darling, as me!

Christine: Anyhow, as I was saying, they shoot you full of these rhino tranqs and then they wrap you in these hot sheets. You wake up five days later about 30 pounds thinner - and screaming for hot turkey sandwiches. I mean, it's... Hey, are you listening to me?

Lee: Kind of...

Christine: I'm here because I've got a client to keep, and one to get. What's your excuse?

Lee: I'm trying to hold on to a husband... who's trying to hold on.

Christine: With your money?

Clinton Green: [Gesturing to a small island not too far from his yacht] You like it?

Clinton Green: [They all look, while Clinton beams proudly] I love it. Tiny, tiny islands fascinate my ass. I've got this crazy broker in London that sends me these brochures on all the islands for sale all over the world. Little impoverished islands. A few thousand dollars cash, and you're practically king to six shepherds and their families. Or whatever. I read every word on every island. Then you know what I do? I tear them neatly in half and drop them in the wastebasket. Then I say to myself...

Christine: [interrupting] I'm still weak, Clinton, but I'm eating solid food.

Clinton Green: I say to myself, "If there's one thing I hate, it's to have my island speech interrupted."

Clinton Green: [continues] I say to myself: "No, you poor people... you don't deserve a good king like me." That's what I say!

Lee: I didn't know you were coming.

Christine: You're happy I can tell.

Lee: I'm delighted. Clinton can take his frustrations out on you.

Christine: All I know are two words, scuzi and pronto.

Lee: Pronto will be enough.

Christine: Just enough time to get dressed as a Catamite, if I knew what it was.

Christine: C'mon Lee, between the two of us we can knock this off.

Lee: Jesus!

Christine: Honestly, I can speak a little frog.

Christine: [Talking on the phone] I loved your wire and I can't wait to see you, really. I mean, I've lost 50 pounds. I'm a hollow reed. Kiss. Kiss.

Christine: What do you mean, what do I mean? This is the same b-group that was at your house the night Sheila got bounced to the hedges.

Christine: What a game! And now, Tom gets to write it; Philip gets to direct it; and what's-her-face, I mean, eh, my new client, Miss Alice Wood, gets to thrill you as Sheila Green. Who rose from call girl to columnist... Ha-ha-ha.

Christine: There's nothing worst than a hustler with bad timing.

Christine: Honey, would you drop me down a Tab? My mouth is so dry, I feel like they could shot "Lawrence of Arabia" in it.

Christine: Dictate it tomorrow when you can get a secretary. You know, he killed her, she killed him.

Christine: You're a sinking ship and the rats can always tell!

Christine: You're never going to regret this Dominic.

Dominic: I'd better not or I'll sell you to an Arab,

Christine: I've gotten so far away that leaving is just a formality, Malcolm.

[first lines]

Husband: Christine!

Christine: Don't shout, I tell you! Don't shout!

Dr. Tuttle: Ah Christine! Been cleaning the silver, have you?

Christine: That's right doctor, you've got a great sense of perception. How's Mrs. Carroll this morning?

Dr. Tuttle: Improved I'm glad to say. Much improved! Oh by the way Christine, have you heard the latest about the burglar? Last night he...

Christine: [cuts him off] I know doctor. Heard all about it.

Dr. Tuttle: Oh, uh, where's you master?

Christine: Up in Heaven.

Dr. Tuttle: I beg your pardon?

Christine: If you're talking about my 'Master', he's up in Heaven. But if you're talking about my employer Mr. Carroll, he's out in the garden.

Dr. Tuttle: The garden? What's he doing out there on a day like this?

Christine: Minding his own business, i should think.

Dr. Tuttle: [Dr. Tuttle walks away] ... 'minding his own business'... humph!

Christine: [says under her breath] Nosy old fossil.

Dr. Tuttle: Ah Christine, this miserable weather and all... did, did you put the whiskey out?

Christine: I knew you were coming, didn't I?

Dr. Tuttle: Oh, good, good!

[he walks to the bar]

Charles Pennington: Christine, I must compliment you.

Christine: Me?

Charles Pennington: Yes. I feel if you were polished, thoroughly polished mind you, you'd be a rough diamond.

[he then turns and follows the doctor to the bar]

Christine: [Christine at first has a happy expression on her face, then the expression slowly turns into a scowl]

The Phantom: Did I NOT instruct that Box 5 was to be left empty?

Meg Giry: He's here, the phantom of the opera!

Christine: It's him!

Carlotta: Your part is silent, little toad!

The Phantom: A toad, madam? Perhaps it is you who are the toad...

Christine: Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known? God, give me courage to show you you are not alone!

[kisses the Phantom]

Christine: [sung] But his voice filled my spirit with a strange, sweet sound. In that night there was music in my mind. And through music my soul began to soar! And I heard as I'd never heard before.

Raoul: [sung] What you heard was a dream and nothing more.

Christine: [sung] Yet in his eyes, all the sadness of the world. Those pleading eyes, that both threaten and adore...

Christine: Yet in his eyes, all the sadness of the world... Those pleading eyes that both threaten and adore...

The Phantom: You've past the point of no return.

Christine: [singing] Angel of music you deceived me.

[Speaks]

Christine: I gave you my mind blindly.

The Phantom: You try my patience make your choice.

[tightens the rope around raoul's neck]

Christine: [sings] Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known? God give me courage to show you, you are not alone.

[kisses the phantom]

The Phantom: Wandering child, so lost, so helpless, yearning for my guidance.

Christine: Angel or father? Friend of phantom? Who is it there staring?

The Phantom: Have you forgotten your Angel?

Christine: Angel oh speak, what endless longings? Echoing this whisper.

The Phantom: Too long you've waundered in winter. Far from my fathering gaze.

Christine: Wildly my mind beats against you...

The Phantom: You resist...

The Phantom, Christine: Yet/but your/the soul obeys...

The Phantom, Christine: Angel of Music,you/I denied me/you. Turning from true beauty! Angel of Music, do not shun me/my protector come to your/me, strange Angel!

The Phantom: I am your Angel of Music... Come to me, Angel of Music.

Christine: In his eyes, all the sadness of the world.

Christine: Think of me, think of me waking, silent and resigned. Imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind. Recall those days, look back on all those times, think of the things we'll never do - there will never be a day, when I won't think of you.

Christine: Raoul, I've seen him! Can I ever forget that sight? Can I ever escape from that face? So distorted, deformed, it was hardly a face... But his voice filled my spirit with a strange, sweet sound. In that night there was music in my mind... And through music my soul began to soar! And I heard as I'd never heard before.

Raoul: What you heard was a dream and nothing more.

The Phantom: [singing] Too long you've wandered in winter, far from my fathering gaze...

Christine: [singing] Wildly, my mind beats against you

The Phantom: [singing] You resist...

The Phantom: [singing in unison] ... yet your soul obeys!

Christine: [singing in unison] ... yet the soul obeys!

The Phantom: [singing in unison] Angel of music, you denied me...

Christine: [singing in unison] Angel of music, I denied you...

The Phantom, Christine: [singing in unison] ... turning from true beauty!

The Phantom: [singing in unison] Angel of music, do not shun me...

Christine: [singing in unison] Angel of music, my protector...

The Phantom: [singing in unison] ... come to your strange Angel!

Christine: [singing in unison] ... come to me, strange Angel!

Christine: I remember... there was mist. Swirling mist upon a vast glassy lake... There were candles all around, and on the lake there was a boat... And in the boat, there was a man.

[walks over to the Phantom, at his organ]

Christine: Who was that shape in the shadows? Whose is that face in the mask?

[touches his face and rips of mask]

The Phantom: [covers face] Damn you! You little prying Pandora! You little demon! Is this what you wanted to see? Curse you! You little lying Delilah! You little *viper*! Now you cannot ever be free! Damn you! Curse you!

[now sad]

The Phantom: Stranger than you dreamt it, can you even bear to look, or dare to think of me?... This lonesome gargoyle who burns in hell but secretly yearns for heaven secretly, secretly but Christine... fear can turn to love you'll learn to see to find the man behind the monster this... repulsive carcass that seems a beast but secretly dreams of beauty secretly, secretly...

[crying]

The Phantom: Oh, Christine.

[Christine hands him the mask]

The Phantom: Come. We must return. Those two fools who run my theater will be missing you.

Christine: If he has to kill a thousand men, the Phantom of the Opera will kill and kill again!

Christine: Who was that shape in the shadows? Whose is the face in the mask?

Christine: This haunted face holds no horror for me now. It's in your soul that the true distortion lies.

Christine: What I once used to dream, I now dread / If he finds me, it won't ever end / And he'll always be there, singing songs in my head / He'll always be there, singing songs in my head.

Raoul: Why have you brought me here?

Christine: We can't go back there.

Raoul: We must return.

Christine: He'll kill you, his eyes will find us there.

Raoul: Christine don't say that.

Christine: Those eyes that burn.

Raoul: Don't even think it.

Raoul: Why have you brought me here?...

Christine: We can't go back there...

Raoul: We must return.

Christine: He'll kill you! His eyes will find us there...

Raoul: Christine, don't say that...

Christine: Those eyes that burn.

Raoul: Don't even think it.

Christine: And if he has to kill a thousand men...

Raoul: The Phantom is a fable, Belive me.

Christine: The Phantom of the Opera will kill and kill again!

Raoul: There is no Phantom of the Opera.

Christine: [Both] My gosh, who is this man...

[Just Christine]

Christine: Who hunts to kill?

Raoul: ...this mask of death?

Christine: I can't escape from him...

Raoul: Whose voice you hear?

Christine: I never will.

Raoul: With every breath.

Christine: [Both] And in this labyrinth, where night is blind. The Phantom of the Opera is

[here/there]

Christine: , inside

[my/your]

Christine: mind.

Christine: Say you love me.

Raoul: You know I do.

The Phantom: [to Christine, as he sees Raoul, come to rescue her] Wait! I think my dear, we have a guest. Sir,

Christine: Raoul!

The Phantom: this is indeed an *unparalleled* delight. I had rather hoped that you would come. And now, my wish comes true, you have joined and made my night.

Christine: [Struggling to get away from the Phantom who has drawn her to his side] Let me go!

Raoul: Free her! Do what you like only free her! Have you no pity?

The Phantom: [Mockingly to Christine] Your lover makes a passionate plea!

Christine: Please Raoul it's useless.

Raoul: I love her! Does that mean nothing I love her! Show some compassion!

The Phantom: [shouts] The world showed no compassion to me!

Raoul: Christine, Christine, let me see her.

The Phantom: Be my guest, sir.

Christine: [to the Phantom] Farewell, my fallen idol and false friend.

Christine: Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing. Her father promised her that he would send her the Angel of Music. Her father promised her... Her father promised her...

Christine: Think of it! A secret engagement. Look, your future bride! Just think of it!

Raoul: But why is it secret? What have we to hide? You promised me.

Christine: No Raoul, Please don't, they'll see.

Raoul: Well, then, let them see. It's an engagement, not a crime!

[sung]

Raoul: Christine, what are you afraid of?

Christine: [unison with Raoul] Let's not argue.

Raoul: [unison with Christine] Let's not argue.

Christine, Raoul: Please pretend; you will understand in time!/I can only hope that I understand in time!

Christine: My God, who is this man who hunts to kill? I can't escape from him, I never will!

[repeated line]

Christine: In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came, that voice which calls to me and speaks my name...

Christine: Say you love me every waking moment. Turn my head with talk of summertime. Say you need me with you now and always. Promise me that all you say is true. That's all I ask of you.

Raoul, Christine: Anywhere you go, let me go too. / Love me, that's all I ask of you.

Raoul: [Christine is being lured towards the Phantom, tricked into thinking he is the spirit of her father] No! Christine, wait!

Christine: Raoul!

Raoul: Whatever you believe, this man - this thing - is not your father!

[the Phantom appears and attacks Raoul]

[Nicholas van Orten loses a shoe when climbing a fire-escape ladder]

Nicholas: There goes a thousand dollars.

Christine: Your shoes cost a thousand dollars?

Nicholas: That one did.

Nicholas: [In the stopped elevator] I'll give you a boost.

Christine: You first.

Nicholas: This isn't an attempt to be gallant. If I don't lift you, how are you going to get there?

Christine: You pull me up.

Nicholas: It's much easier this way. Come on, step up...

Christine: No.

Nicholas: Please...

Christine: I'm not wearing underwear. Okay? There, I said it. Satisfied?

Nicholas: [Looks at her skirt] Oh. Fine.

Christine: What *is* the going rate for a trapped-in-an-elevator adventure?

[last lines]

Christine: Would you like to have coffee with me at the airport?

Christine: You got a shower in your office?

Nicholas: Yeah.

Christine: You an athlete or something?

Nicholas: No, I'm an investment banker.

Nicholas: I got this key out of a mouth of this... wooden clown.

Christine: ...Never mind.

[last lines]

Adam: Hi. I'm Adam.

Christine: Adam... When you wake up in the morning, Pooh, what's the first thing you say to yourself?

Adam: I say, "What's for breakfast?" What do you say, Piglet?

Christine: I say... I say... "I wonder what's going to happen exciting today."

Adam: [sitting on her hospital bed] You remembered.

Christine: Oh, Adam. Adam. I remember. I remember. I remember... Adam. My Adam.

[first lines]

Christine: Who are you?

Ben: I'm your husband... Ben.

Christine: What?

Ben: We got married in 1999. That was 14 years ago. Christine, you're 40.

[hands her her clothes]

Ben: You had an accident. It was a bad accident. You had head injuries. And you have problems remembering things.

Christine: What things? What...?

Ben: Everything. You store up information for a day, and when you wake up in the morning, it's all gone. You're back to your early 20s. You'll be okay. Just... trust me.

Christine: I'm scared.

Christine: Maggie? Are you dying?

Maggie: Yeah. So are you. So is PJ. Joanne's dying. Peter's dying. Lorna's dying. Every life is a death. And most deaths are suicides.

The Phantom: Did I not instruct that box five was to remain open?

Meg Giry: He's there! The Phantom of the Opera!

Christine: It's him! I know it. It's him.

Monsieur Firmin: [whispering] Calm down.

Carlotta Guidicelli: [to Christine] Your part is silent! Little toad!

The Phantom: A toad Madame? Perhaps it is *you* who are the toad.

Christine: [singing] Say you'll share with me one love. One lifetime.

Raoul: [singing] Say the word and I will follow you.

Christine: [singing] Share each day with me each night. Each morning.

The Phantom: [singing] You alone can make my song take flight. It's over now the music of the night!

Christine: [singing] Have you gorged yourself at last in your lust for blood? Am I now to be prey to your lust for revenge?

The Phantom: [singing] This face which condemns me to wallow in blood has also denied me the joys of the flesh. This face the infection which poisons our love. This face which earned a mother's fear and loathing. A mask, my first unfeeling scrap of clothing. Pity comes too late! Turn around and face your fate! An eternity of *this* before your eyes.

Christine: [singing] This haunted face holds no horror for me now. It's in your soul that the true distortion lies.

The Phantom: [singing] Monsieur, I bid you welcome. Did you think that I would harm her? Why should I make her pay for the sins which are yours?

[He throws a rope around Raoul's neck and begins laughing]

Christine: No! Raoul!

The Phantom: [singing] Order your fine horses now. Raise up your hand to level of your eyes. Nothing can save you except perhaps Christine.

[He sings to Christine]

The Phantom: Start a new life with me. Buy his freedom with your love. Refuse me and you send your lover to his death. This is the choice! This is the point of no return!

Raoul: [singing] I am your angel of music. Come to me angel of music.

Raoul: Angel of darkness, cease this torment!

The Phantom: [singing while Raoul speaks the next line] I am your angel of music! Come to me angel of music! I am your angel of music!

Raoul: [while The Phantom sings the above] Christine! Christine! Listen to me. Whatever you may believe, this man, this-this *thing* is not your father! Let her go! For God's sake let her go! Christine!

Christine: Raoul!

[She snaps out of The Phantom's control]

The Phantom: Bravo, Monsieur! Such spirited words!

[He cause flames to shoot out at Christine and Raoul]

Raoul: More tricks, Monsieur?

The Phantom: Let's see, Monsieur, how far you dare go.

[More flames]

Raoul: More deception? More violence?

The Phantom: That's right! That's right! Keep walking this way!

Raoul: You can't win her love by making her your prisoner!

The Phantom: [He continues to throw up more flames] I'm here. I'm here, Monsieur! The angel of death! Come on, come on. Don't stop! Don't stop! So be it. Now let there be war upon you both!

[He disappears in a fireball]

Christine: You're him, aren't you?

Erik Destler: Had you expected someone else? Christine, you have always been my inspiration. You. And now, it's only a question of what you want: Love or music.

[Escorting Christine deep into the sewers]

Christine: Where are we going?

Erik: Home. No one can hurt you here.

Erik Destler: You love the music. I am the music. Now you are married to the music. You cannot serve two masters. Do not see another.

Christine: I promise.

Erik Destler: Tonight, you shall be my bride.

Christine: Are you going to kill me now, too?

Erik Destler: Everyone dies... I only choose the time and place for a few.

Christine: When do you choose for me?

Erik Destler: [sitting at organ] This is either a wedding march or a funeral mass. You decide which.

Christine: [a demonic presence, surrounded by a foul stench, lingers in the air] Stop farting. It really stinks.

Nancy: Don't blame that on me, it's you.

Liz: That is definitely not the same bear

Christine: Yeah, this ones got balls

Christine: What'd you wish for?

Alex Hahn: Oh I was just making a wish for somebody else. You?

Christine: Well if I told you then it wouldn't come true.

Alex Hahn: So you're one of those are ya?

Christine: Yeah

[she laughs]

Christine: Yeah. I'm Christine.

Alex Hahn: I'm Alex. It's nice to meet you.

Christine: Likewise. Hey you wouldn't happen to know of a good coffee shop, do you?

Alex Hahn: [he grins] As a matter of fact I do.

Christine: Do they carry Balance Tea?

Alex Hahn: Not yet.

Christine: That's a good answer.

Alex Hahn: You've been in my shop before haven't you?

Christine: I have, about a year ago.

Alex Hahn: [he laughs]

Christine: Do you wanna join me for a drink?

Alex Hahn: I'd love to.

Alex Hahn: Shall we?

Christine: We shall.

Christine: How's the chicken?

Louis: Dead.

Christine: David, this is not going to work if you're ashamed to introduce me to your parents.

David: I am not ashamed of you. If anything, I'm ashamed of my paren...

Christine: Shhhhh! Everybody's ashamed of their parents.

Labiche: Thank you.

Christine: I don't want your thanks. If they'd caught me helping you, I would have been shot.

Labiche: I know. I'm sorry.

Christine: You think you can just run in and out of here and make trouble? I run a hotel, not a madhouse. Who's going to pay for the door? Who's going to pay for the lock? Do you think money grows on trees?

Labiche: There's a war...

Christine: You talk about the war. I talk about what it costs!

Labiche: I'll be leaving in a few hours. You can go back to your good customers.

Christine: They pay. That's what I'm in business for.

Labiche: You should be paid. How much for the damage?

Christine: One hundred francs.

[He pays her.]

Labiche: How much for saving my life?

Christine: Men want to be heroes, and their widows mourn.

Christine: I run a hotel, not a madhouse.