Erik: (lying in his coffin with his eyes turned towards the ceiling) So let it be done. Before I leave this cruel, accursed world, Christine, I want you to know that you are the very fibre of my being and I love you. I love you like the sky loves it's stars, like the ocean loves the heavens it strives up to kiss each time it rises, my beautiful angel. Let these be my last words, spoken into the silence, with only you and my fettered conscience as the witness.
Christine: (turning book page serenely) Thank you, Erik, but for heaven's sake and for the last time, you have the common cold.
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Christine: who else here thought Erik was my boyfriend?
Christine: Erik, put your hand down.
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Erik: How the hell you spell chauffeur?
Raoul: "Chauffeur."
Erik: oooOOOOOOH FANCY PANTS RICH MCGEE OVER HERE-
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Christine: We all have our demons.
Christine, grabbing Erik: This one’s mine!
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Christine: *sneaking in through her window*
Madame Giry: *turning in her chair and flicking the light on* You want to tell me where you’ve been all night?
Christine: I was with Erik?
Erik: *turning in his chair* Wanna try again?
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“If I am the Phantom, it is because man’s hatred has made me so.”
- Phantom of the Opera, Gaston Leroux
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"You're probably going to be a very successful composer person, but you're going to go through life thinking girls don't like you because you're ugly.
I want you to know, from the bottom of my heart, that that won't be true.
It'll be because you're an asshole."
--Christine Daaé
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“‘and now I want to live like everybody else. I want to have a wife like everybody else and to take her out on Sundays. I have invented a mask that makes me look like anybody. People will not even turn round in the streets. You will be the happiest of women. And we will sing, all by ourselves, till we swoon away with delight. You are crying! You are afraid of me! And yet I am not really wicked. Love me and you shall see! All I wanted was to be loved for myself. If you loved me I should be as gentle as a lamb; and you could do anything with me that you pleased.’”
- The Phantom, The Phantom of the Opera, 1909
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Erik: My own mother thought I was a monster
Erik: She was right of course, but it still hurt
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