Zidler: She mustn 't know, Marie. The show must go on.
Christian: All night, the penniless sitar player had waited. And now, for the first time, he felt the cold stab of jealousy.
Where were you last night?
Satine: I told you... I was sick.
Christian: You don't have to lie to me.
Satine: We have to end it.
Everyone knows. Harold knows. Sooner or later, the Duke will find out too.
On opening night, I'll have to sleep with the Duke.
And the jealousy will drive you mad.
Christian: Then I'll write a song.
We'll put it in the show and whatever happens, when you hear it or sing it or hum it, it'll mean we love each other.
I won't get jealous.
Satine: Things don't work that way, Christian.
We have to end it.
Christian: All night, the penniless sitar player had waited. And now, for the first time, he felt the cold stab of jealousy.
Where were you last night?
Satine: I told you... I was sick.
Christian: You don't have to lie to me.
Satine: We have to end it.
Everyone knows. Harold knows. Sooner or later, the Duke will find out too.
On opening night, I'll have to sleep with the Duke.
And the jealousy will drive you mad.
Christian: Then I'll write a song.
We'll put it in the show and whatever happens, when you hear it or sing it or hum it, it'll mean we love each other.
I won't get jealous.
Satine: Things don't work that way, Christian.
We have to end it.
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