Ludicrous, have you seen the score? Simply ludicrous, it's the final straw. This is lunacy, well you know my views. Utter lunacy, but we daren't refuse. Not another chandelier. Look, my friend, what we have here. Dear Andre, read my orchestrations. We need another first bassoon. Get a player with tone, and that third trombone has to go. The man could not be defter, so please preferably one who plays in tune. Dear Fermat, vis-a-vis my opera, some chorus members must be sacked. If you could find out which has a sense of pitch. Wisely, though, I've managed to assign a rather minor role to those who cannot act. Outrage! What is it now? This whole affair is an outrage! Signora, please! Now what's the matter? Have you seen the size of my part? Signora, listen! It's an insult! Not you as well! Just look at this, it's an insult! Please understand! Signora, Signora! The things I have to do for my art! If you can call this gibberish art. Ah, here's a little flower. Ah, Miss Dye, quite the lady of the hour. She has secured the largest role in this Don Juan. Christine Dye, she doesn't have the voice. Signora, please! Then I take it you'll agree. She's behind this. It appears we have no choice. She's the one behind this, Christine Dye! How dare you? I'm not a fool. You evil woman, how dare you? You think I'm blind? It's my fault. I don't want any part in this plot. Miss Dye, surely? But why not? What does she say? It's your decision, but why not? Is she backing out? You have a duty. I cannot sing it, duty or not. Christine, Christine, you don't have to. They can't make you. Please, monsieur, another note. Fondest greetings to you all. A few instructions just before rehearsal starts. Carlotta must be taught to act, not her normal trick of strutting round the stage. Adon Juan must lose some weight. It's not healthy in a Malibu day. And my managers must learn that their places in an office must be marked. As for Miss Christine Dye, No doubt she'll do the best. It's true, the voice is good. She knows those shoes she wished to excel. She has much still to learn. If pride will let her return to me, We're teaching, we're teaching Your obedient friend. And angel. We have all been blind, And yet the answer is staring us in the face. This could be the chance To ensnare our clever friend. We're listening, go on. We shall play his game, Perform his work, but remember we hold the ace. For if Mr. Ace sees, He is certain to attempt. We make certain the doors are barred. We make certain the men are fed. We make certain they're armed. The curtain falls, his reign will end. Madness. I'm not so sure. Not if it works. It is madness. And the tide will turn. But you believe me, There is no way of turning the tide. You stick to ballet. And help us. But here I can't. Instead of warning us, help us. I wish I could. Don't make excuses. Or could it be that you're on his side? Sire, believe me, I intend no ill. But may sire be careful, we have seen him kill. She's a witch. She's a witch. She's a witch. This is all completely false. You may tell a fiend. You may tell a fiend. A sword is so low I'm hurt. A sword is so low I'm hurt. They're not good if they're in concert. They're not good if they're in concert. They're not good if they're in concert. They're not good if they're in concert. They're not good if they're in concert. They're not good if they're in concert. Raoul I am frightened. Don't make me do this. Raoul it scares me. Don't put me through this ordeal. By far he'll take me I know. We'll be parted forever. He won't let me go. What I once used to dream I now dread. If he finds me it won't ever end. And he'll always be there singing songs in my head. He'll always be there singing songs in my head. She's mad! You said yourself he was nothing but a man. Yet while he lives he will haunt us till we're dead. Twisted every way what answer can I give? Am I to risk my life to win the chance to live? Can I betray the man who once inspired my voice? Do I become his prey? Do I have any choice? He kills without a thought. He murders all that's good. I know I can't refuse. And yet I wish I could. Oh God, if I agree what horrors wait for me amidst the phantoms of love? Christine, Christine, don't think that I don't care. But every hope and every prayer rests on you now. So it is to be hoped, my son. But this time, my brother, the disaster will be yours. Don Juan, Signor Piangi, here is the phrase. Those who tangle with Don Juan, if you please. Those who tangle with Don Juan. No, nearly, but no. Those who tan, tan, tan. Those who tangle with Don Juan. His way is better. At least he make it a sound like music. Signora, would you speak that way in the presence of the composer? The composer is not here. And if he were here, I would say to him. Signor. So once again, after seven. Five, six, seven. Those who tangle with Don Juan. Ah, più non posso. No one will care. You tangle now, now. Signora, come. Signora, come. Oh young maiden, for the thrill Of your tongue must go in spades. You will have to bear the pain Of your tongue must go in spades. In sleep he sang to me In dreams he came That voice which calls to me And speaks my name And speaks my name