Actioneer: Lot 666, then, a chandelier in pieces. Some of you may recall the strange affair of the Phantom of the Opera. A mystery never fully explained. We are told ladies and gentlemen, that this is the very chandelier which figures in the famous disaster. Our workshops have restored it and fitted up parts of it with wiring for the new electric light, so that we may get a hint of what it may look like when re-assembled. Perhaps we may frighten away the ghost of so many years ago with a little illumination, gentlemen?

*the Phantom drops a backdrop on Carlotta*
Andre: Signora, these things do happen.
Carlotta: For the past three years, these things do happen! *to LeFevre* And did you stop them from happening? No! *to Firmin and Andre* And you two - you're as bad as him! "These things do happen!" Ma... until you stop these things from happening, this thing does not happen! Ubaldo! Andiamo! Bring my doggy and my boxy! *Carlotta storms out with her maid, seamstress, and hairdresser*
Piangi: Amateurs!
Carlotta: Bye-bye and ciao! Now you see. Bye-bye, I'm really leaving!

Madame Giry: She's been taking lessons from a great teacher.
Andre: Who?
Christine: I don't know his name, sire.

Christine: Meg, when your mother brought me here to live... whenever I'd come down here alone to light a candle for my father, a voice from above... and in my dreams, he was always there. You see, when my father lay dying, he told me I would be protected by an angel. An angel of music.

Madame Giry: *Christine gets a rose with a black satin ribbon around it* He is pleased with you.

The Phantom: *singing* Christine Daae has returned to you, and I am anxious her career should progress. In the new production of "Il Muto", you will therefore cast Carlotta... as the Pageboy, and put Ms. Daae in the role of Countess. The role which Ms. Daae plays calls for charm and appeal. The role of the Pageboy is silent, which makes my casting-in a word... ideal. *spoken* I shall watch the performance from my normal seat in Box Five, which *will* be kept empty for me. Should you choose to ignore these commands, a disaster beyond your imaginations will occur. I remain, gentlemen, you obedient servant. O. G.

Madame Giry: *telling Raoul about how she met Erik (The Phantom)* It was year's ago. There was a traveling fair in the city. Gypsies. I was very young. Studying to be a ballerina. One of many. Living in the dormitories of the Opera House.

Evil Gypsy: Come inside and see the devil's child!

Raoul: But clearly, Madame Giry, genius has turned to madness.

Raoul: *singing* Free her! Do what you like, only free her! Have you no pity?
The Phantom: Your lover makes a passionate plea!
Christine: Please, Raoul, it's useless...
Raoul: I love her! Does that mean nothing, I love her! Show some compassion!
The Phantom: *furiously* The world showed no compassion to me!

The Phantom: Take her, forget me, forget all of this. Leave me alone, forget all you've seen. Go now, don't let them find you. Take the boat, swear to me never to tell. The secrets you know, of the Angel in Hell. Go now! Go now and leave me.

The Phantom: Did I NOT instruct that Box 5 was to be left empty?
Meg Giry: He's here, the phantom of the opera!
Christine: It's him!
Carlotta: Your part is silent, little toad!
The Phantom: A toad, madam? Perhaps it is you who are the toad...

Christine: Think of it! A secret engagement. Look, your future bride! Just think of it!
Raoul: But why is it secret? What have we to hide? You promised me.
Christine: No Raoul, Please don't, they'll see.
Raoul: Well, then, let them see. It's an engagement, not a crime! Christine, what are you afraid of?

Madame Giry: We take particular pride in the excellence of our ballet, monsieur.
Andre: I see why. Especially that little blonde angel!
Madame Giry: My daughter, Meg Giry.
Firmin: And THAT exceptional beauty? No relation, I trust?
Madame Giry: Christine Daaé. Promising talent, Monsieur Firmin, very promising.
Andre: Daae, did you say? N-n-no relation to the famous Swedish violinist?
Madame Giry: His only child. Orphaned at seven, when she came to live and trained in the ballet dormitories.
Firmin: An orphan, you say?
Madame Giry: I think of her as a daughter also.