Zidler: Send Christian away.
Satine: He will fight for me.
Zidler: Unless he believes that you don't love him.
Zidler: You're a great actress, Satine. Make him believe that you don't love him.
Zidler: Use your talent to save him! Hurt him, Satine. Hurt him to save him. There is no other way. The show must go on. We are creatures of the underworld. We can't afford to love.
Costello: Urinalysis from a Moscow traffic stop last month, .367.
Julia Kelly: I'm amazed he could turn the key.
Costello: Yeah, that's definitely a few cocktails.
Walter Kresby: First of all we are in the country now, so no more black.
Joanna Eberhart: No more black? Are you insane?
Walter Kresby: You heard me. Only high-powered, neurotic, castrating, Manhattan career bitches wear black. Is that what you want to be?
Joanna Eberhart: Ever since I was a little girl.