Voices

Toulouse-Lautrec: Things aren’t always the way they seem.

Christian: Things are exactly the way they seem.

Toulouse-Lautrec: Christian, you may see me only as a drunken, vice-ridden gnome whose friends are just pimps and girls from the brothels. But I know what love is, only because I long for it with every fiber of my being. She loves you, I know it, I know she loves you.

Christian: Go away, Toulouse. Leave me alone. Go. Away.
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Christian: I wanted to shut out what Toulouse had said, but he had filled me with doubt and there was only one way to be sure. I had to know. So I returned to the Moulin Rouge one last time.