Zidler: Remember, a real show, in a real theater, with a real audience. And you’ll be…
Satine: A real actress.
Satine: Christian, I’m a courtesan. I’m paid to make men believe what they want to believe.
Zidler: You’re dying, Satine.
Satine: Another trick, Harold?
Zidler: The doctor told us.
Satine: I was a fool to believe, a fool to believe. It all ends today, yes it all ends today.
Zidler: Send Christian away.
Satine: He will fight for me.
Zidler: Unless he believes that you don’t love him.
Zidler: You’re a great actress, Satine. Make him believe that you don’t love him.
Zidler: Hurt him, Satine. Hurt him to save him.
There is no other way.
The show must go on.
We are creatures of the underworld. We can’t afford to love.