Ludicrous! Have you seen the score? Simply ludicrous! It's the final straw! It's lunacy! Well, you know my fuse! Atta 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. Every note's overblown, and the third trombone has to go. The man cannot be deafer, so please preferably one who plays in tune. Dear Ferman, 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 of Caralac. At the rate! What is it now? This whole affair is at the rate! Signora, please! Now what's the matter? Have you seen the size of the part? Signora, listen! He's an insult! Not yours, world! Just look at this! He's an insult! Oh, please understand! Signora, signora! The things I have to do for my art! If you can call this shh... gibberish art! Ah, here's our little flower! Ah, must I, quite the lady of the art! You have secured the largest role in this Don Juan! Christine Dailly, she doesn't have the voice! Signora, please! Then I take it you're agreeing? She's behind this! It appears we have no choice! She's the one behind this! Christine Dailly! How dare you! I'm not a fool! You evil woman! How dare you! You think I'm blind! This is my fault! I don't want any part of this plot! It's die to live! But why not? What did she say? It's your decision, but why not? She's 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 a normal trick of strutting round the stage! Our Don Juan must lose some weight, it's not healthy in a man of Piangi's age! And my managers must learn that their place is in an office, not the arts! As for Miss Christine Dailly, no doubt she'll do her best, it's true her voice is good, she knows though should she wish to excel, she has much still to learn, if pride will let her return to me, her teacher, her teacher. Your obedient friend. And angel. I can't, I won't do it. 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 shall play his game, perform his work, but remember we hold the ace, for if this guy sings, he is certain to attend. We make certain the doors are barred, we make certain our men are there, we make certain they're armed. The curtain falls, things are rain or it'll end. Madness! I'm not so sure! None of it works! This is madness! The tidal turn! Monsieur, believe me, there is no way of turning the tide! You stick the ballad! Then help us! Monsieur, 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? She's a complice! Monsieur, believe me, I intend no ill, but Monsieur, be careful, we have season now! We say, find the reward! The only one behind it is Christina! This is all we need! This is his uncle, we have the answer! We shall all refuse it! If I had it! This is where it's at! This is where it's at! This is where it's at! This is where it's at! Oh, you're so mad! Don't make me do this! Rollin' scares me! Don't put me through this ordeal! Bye-bye, 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! 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. You've stayed everywhere, what answer can I give? Am I to risk my life to find you? Am I to risk my life to find you? 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, oh, 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? Is it phantoms of love? Christine, Christine, don't think that I don't care, but every hope and every prayer rests on you now. I can't! Christine! So, it is to be war between us, but this time, my clever friend, the disaster will be yours! Hide your sword now, wounded knight, your vainglorious cast unmade, brought you to your final fight, for your pride I pricey paid. Silk and couch and hayfield and Don Juan both have been his battlefield. Those who tangle with Don Juan! Chorus rest, please! Don Juan, Signor Piange, this is the phrase. Those who tangle with Don Juan, if you please. Those who tangle Nearly, but no! Those who tang, tang, tang! Oh, his way is better. At least he makes it 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 tell him. Can you be certain of that, Signora? Once again, and if you please, Signor Piange, after seven. Five, six, seven! Those who have been tangling with Don Juan! What does it matter what note we sing? No one will know if it is right or wrong. No one will care No one will care Oh, you are made upon a trail of a ton of stone and sheets You are made of tin, tangled in the winding sheets In the sleep you sang to me In the dreams you came The voice which calls to me In the dreams you came In the dreams you came In the dreams you came In the dreams The voice which calls to me and speaks my name