Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. And then, one not-so-very special day, I went to my typewriter, I sat down, and I wrote our story. A story about a time, a story about a place, a story about the people. But above all things, a story about love. A love that will live forever. The End. (Moulin Rouge!, 2001)
I come here to make a simple delivery and I find myself being pillaged and plundered? Well, I’ll have no more of it! I don’t want my hair cut, I don’t want my eyebrows up or down! I want them right where they are! I see no functional advantage in a marvelous mouth.
I am looking forward to your arrival on Halloween night. I hope you will bring me lots of presents. You must get discouraged because more people believe in Santa Claus more than in you. Well, let’s face it… Santa Claus has had more publicity. But being number two, perhaps you try harder. Everyone tells me you are a fake, but I believe in you.