The show must go on

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: Marie?
Marie: …
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.

Satine: What?

Zidler: You’re a great actress, Satine. Make him believe that you don’t love him.
Satine: No!

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.

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