The Phantom of the Opera Quotes
A young soprano becomes the obsession of a disfigured musical genius who lives beneath the Paris Opéra House.
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...
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...
The Phantom: [singing as he descends the staircase at the Masquerade Ball] Why so silent, good monsieurs? Did you think that I had left you for good? Have you missed me, good monsieurs? I have written you an opera! Here I bring the finished score - Don Juan Triumphant! Fondest greetings to you all. A few instructions now before rehearsals start: Carlotta must be taught to act, not her normal trick of strutting 'round the stage. Our Don Juan must lose some weight; it's not healthy in a man of Piangi's age. And my managers must learn that their place is in an office! not the arts. As for our star, Miss Christine Daae... no doubt she'll do her best. It's true her voice is good; she knows, though, should she wish to excel, she has much still to learn, if pride will let her return to me, her teacher... her teacher.
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.
[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.
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: 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.
The Phantom: That fate 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!
The Phantom: You have come here, in pursuit of your deepest urge. In pursuit of that wish which 'til now has been silent... SILENT! I have brought you, that our passions may fuse and merge. In your mind you've already sucummed to me. Dropped all defenses, completely sucummed to me. Now you are here with me. No second thoughts. You've decided... DECIDED! Past the point of no return. No backward glances... our games of make-believe are at an end! Past all thought of if or when. No use resisting... abandon thought and let the dream descend! What raging fire shall flood the soul? What rich desires unlock its door? What sweet seductions lie before us? Past the point of no return. The final threshold... what warm unspoken secrets will we learn? Beyond the point of no... return!
The Phantom: [Mockingly to Raoul] Order your fine horses now! Raise up your hand to the level of your eyes! Nothing can save you now - except perhaps Christine.
[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!
[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!
Christine Daaé: Past the point of no return - no going back now. Our passion play has now at last begun. Past all thought of right or wrong. One final question: how long should we two wait, before we're one? When will the blood begin to race? The sleeping bud burst into bloom? When will the flames, at last, consume us?
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]
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]
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.
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: [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!
Auctioneer: Lot 666 then, ladies and gentlemen: a chandelier, in pieces. Some of you may recall the strange affair of the Phantom of the Opera, a mystery never fully explained. Our workshops have repaired it and wired parts for the new electric lights. Perhaps we can frighten the ghosts of so many years ago... with a little illumination. Gentlemen!
The Phantom: That fate 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!
The Phantom: [sung] Christine Daae has returned to you, and I am anxious her career should progress. In the new production of "Il Muto", you will therefore cast Carlotta... as the Pageboy, and put Ms. Daae in the role of Countess. The role which Ms. Daae plays calls for charm and appeal. The role of the Pageboy is silent, which makes my casting- in a word... ideal.
[spoken]
The Phantom: I shall watch the performance from my normal seat in Box Five, which *will* be kept empty for me. Should these commands be ignored, a disaster beyond your imaginations will occur. I remain, gentlemen, you obedient servant. O. G.
[spoken]
The Phantom: I shall watch the performance from my normal seat in Box Five, which *will* be kept empty for me. Should these commands be ignored, a disaster beyond your imaginations will occur. I remain, gentlemen, you obedient servant. O. G.
[the Phantom drops a backdrop on Carlotta]
Andre: Signora, these things do happen.
Carlotta: For the past three years, these things do happen!
[to LeFevre]
Carlotta: And did you stop them from happening? No!
[to Firmin and Andre]
Carlotta: And you two - you're as bad as him! "These things do happen!" Ma... until you stop these things from happening, this thing does not happen! Ubaldo! Andiamo! Bring my doggy and my boxy!
[Carlotta storms out with her maid, seamstress, and hairdresser]
Piangi: [to Firmin and Andre] Amateurs!
Carlotta: Bye-bye and ciao! Now you see. Bye-bye, I'm really leaving!
Andre: Signora, these things do happen.
Carlotta: For the past three years, these things do happen!
[to LeFevre]
Carlotta: And did you stop them from happening? No!
[to Firmin and Andre]
Carlotta: And you two - you're as bad as him! "These things do happen!" Ma... until you stop these things from happening, this thing does not happen! Ubaldo! Andiamo! Bring my doggy and my boxy!
[Carlotta storms out with her maid, seamstress, and hairdresser]
Piangi: [to Firmin and Andre] Amateurs!
Carlotta: Bye-bye and ciao! Now you see. Bye-bye, I'm really leaving!
Confidante: They say that this youth has set my lady's heart aflame!
Fop #1: His lordship sure would die of shock!
Fop: His lordship is a laughingstock!
Confidante: Should he suspect her, God protect her...
Confidante, Fop #1, Fop: ...shame, shame, shame! This faithless lady's bound for Hades... shame, shame, shame!
Fop #1: His lordship sure would die of shock!
Fop: His lordship is a laughingstock!
Confidante: Should he suspect her, God protect her...
Confidante, Fop #1, Fop: ...shame, shame, shame! This faithless lady's bound for Hades... shame, shame, shame!
Raoul: [Desperate] Free her! Do what you like only free her! Have you no pity?
The Phantom: [to Christine, mocking and humourous] Your lover makes a passionate plea.
Raoul: I love her! Does that mean nothing? I love her! Show some compassion...
The Phantom: [Suddenly enraged] The world showed no compassion to me!
The Phantom: [to Christine, mocking and humourous] Your lover makes a passionate plea.
Raoul: I love her! Does that mean nothing? I love her! Show some compassion...
The Phantom: [Suddenly enraged] The world showed no compassion to me!
Christine Daaé: Twisted every way, what answer can I give?/Am I to risk my life to win the chance to live?/Can I betray the man who once inspired my voice?/Do I become his prey?/Do I have any choice?/He kills without a thought/He murders all that's good/I know I can't refuse/And yet, I wish I could/Oh God, if I agree, what horrors wait for me/In this, the Phantom's opera...
Andre: [singing the Phantom's note to him] Dear Andre, what a charming gala, Christine was in a word sublime. We were hardly bereft when Carlotta left; on that note, the diva's a disaster, must you cast her when she's seasons past her prime?
Firmin: [singing the Phantom's note to him] Dear Firmin, just a brief reminder, my salary has not been paid. Send it care of the Ghost by return of post, P.T.O! No one likes a debtor so it's better if my orders are obeyed.
Firmin: [singing the Phantom's note to him] Dear Firmin, just a brief reminder, my salary has not been paid. Send it care of the Ghost by return of post, P.T.O! No one likes a debtor so it's better if my orders are obeyed.
Andre: [trying to convince Carlotta to come back and sing] Your public needs you!
Firmin: We need you, too!
Carlotta: Would you not rather have your precious little ingenue?
Andre, Firmin: Signora, no! The world wants you! Prima donna, first lady of the stage! Your devotees are on their knees to implore you!
Andre: Can you bow out when they're shouting your name?
Firmin: Think of how they all adore you!
Andre, Firmin: Prima donna, enchant us once again!
Andre: Think of your muse...
Firmin: And of the queues round the theatre!
Andre, Firmin: Can you deny us the triumph in store? Sing, prima donna, once more!
Firmin: We need you, too!
Carlotta: Would you not rather have your precious little ingenue?
Andre, Firmin: Signora, no! The world wants you! Prima donna, first lady of the stage! Your devotees are on their knees to implore you!
Andre: Can you bow out when they're shouting your name?
Firmin: Think of how they all adore you!
Andre, Firmin: Prima donna, enchant us once again!
Andre: Think of your muse...
Firmin: And of the queues round the theatre!
Andre, Firmin: Can you deny us the triumph in store? Sing, prima donna, once more!
Firmin, Andre: Who'd believe a diva, happy to relieve a chorus girl who's gone and slept with the patron? Raoul and the soubrette entwined in love's duet, although he may demur, he must have been with her! You'd never get away with all this in a play, but if it's loudly sung and in a foreign tongue, it's just the sort of story audiences adore, in fact a perfect opera!
The Phantom: [sung] Christine Daae has returned to you, and I am anxious her career should progress. In the new production of "Il Muto", you will therefore cast Carlotta... as the Pageboy, and put Ms. Daae in the role of Countess. The role which Ms. Daae plays calls for charm and appeal. The role of the Pageboy is silent, which makes my casting-in a word... ideal.
[spoken]
The Phantom: I shall watch the performance from my normal seat in Box Five, which *will* be kept empty for me. Should these commands be ignored, a disaster beyond your imaginations will occur. I remain, gentlemen, you obedient servant. O. G.
[spoken]
The Phantom: I shall watch the performance from my normal seat in Box Five, which *will* be kept empty for me. Should these commands be ignored, a disaster beyond your imaginations will occur. I remain, gentlemen, you obedient servant. O. G.
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: 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.
Madame Giry: We take particular pride in the excellence of our ballet, monsieur.
Andre: I see why.
[looking at Meg Giry]
Andre: Especially that little blonde angel!
Madame Giry: My daughter, Meg Giry.
Firmin: [looking at Christine] And THAT exceptional beauty? No relation, I trust?
Madame Giry: Christine Daaé. Promising talent, Monsieur Firmin, very promising.
Andre: Daaé, did you say? N-n-no relation to the famous Swedish violinist?
Madame Giry: His only child. Orphaned at seven, when she came to live and trained in the ballet dormitories.
Firmin: An orphan, you say?
Madame Giry: I think of her as a daughter also.
Andre: I see why.
[looking at Meg Giry]
Andre: Especially that little blonde angel!
Madame Giry: My daughter, Meg Giry.
Firmin: [looking at Christine] And THAT exceptional beauty? No relation, I trust?
Madame Giry: Christine Daaé. Promising talent, Monsieur Firmin, very promising.
Andre: Daaé, did you say? N-n-no relation to the famous Swedish violinist?
Madame Giry: His only child. Orphaned at seven, when she came to live and trained in the ballet dormitories.
Firmin: An orphan, you say?
Madame Giry: I think of her as a daughter also.
Madame Giry: [about Christine] Let her sing for you, monsieur; she has been well taught.
Andre: All right. Come on.
[Christine is reluctant]
Andre: Don't be shy. Come on. Come along... just... just...
Reyer: [interrupts] From the beginning of the aria, then. Please, mademoiselle!
Firmin: Andre, this is doing nothing for my nerves.
Andre: Oh, but she's very pretty.
Andre: All right. Come on.
[Christine is reluctant]
Andre: Don't be shy. Come on. Come along... just... just...
Reyer: [interrupts] From the beginning of the aria, then. Please, mademoiselle!
Firmin: Andre, this is doing nothing for my nerves.
Andre: Oh, but she's very pretty.
Madame Giry: He welcomes you to his opera house...
Firmin: His opera house?
Madame Giry: ...and commands that you continue to leave box 5 empty for his use. And reminds you that his salary is due.
Firmin: His salary?
Madame Giry: Well, Monsieur Lefevre used to give him 20,000 francs a month.
Firmin: [grabs note from Andre] 20,000 francs?
Madame Giry: Perhaps you can afford more? With the Vicomte as your patron?
Firmin: Madame, I had hoped to make that announcement public tonight when the Vicomte was to join us for the gala. But obviously we shall now have to cancel, as it appears we have lost our star. A full house, Andre. We shall have to refund a full house!
Madame Giry: Christine Daae could sing it, sir.
Andre: A chorus girl? Don't be silly.
Firmin: His opera house?
Madame Giry: ...and commands that you continue to leave box 5 empty for his use. And reminds you that his salary is due.
Firmin: His salary?
Madame Giry: Well, Monsieur Lefevre used to give him 20,000 francs a month.
Firmin: [grabs note from Andre] 20,000 francs?
Madame Giry: Perhaps you can afford more? With the Vicomte as your patron?
Firmin: Madame, I had hoped to make that announcement public tonight when the Vicomte was to join us for the gala. But obviously we shall now have to cancel, as it appears we have lost our star. A full house, Andre. We shall have to refund a full house!
Madame Giry: Christine Daae could sing it, sir.
Andre: A chorus girl? Don't be silly.
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!
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!
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: 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.
