Raoul: What a dreadful town!
What a vulgar place!
What an awful mistake to have come here!
To be on display
In that shameless way
For the crude, common lower-class scum here!
How do they dare to treat us so?
Gustave: Father dear
Come play with me
Come and see this toy I've got
Raoul: What a snob at most
From our so called host
Did he think sending freaks would be funny?!
Could the fool have thought
That our pride was bought
By his filthy American money?!
What a farce!
What an out right slap in the face!
It's an utter disgrace!
I've got a mind to pack and go!
Never you mind
The debts we owe!
Who'd believe we've sunk this low
Gustave: Father please
Come play with me!
Raoul: "Please tell the boy the answer is no!"
(Christine plays aerie on piano)
Raoul: "Must you make that racket?"
Christine: "It's the aria I have to si..."
Roaul: "It hurts my head."
Christine: Please let's not fight dear
I'm sure that no one intended a slight dear
Raoul: Don't you patronize me
It's your fault we came here
Christine: We need the money
That's all
That why things haven't been right dear
Raoul: Why doesn't it suprise me
That I get the blame here?!
Christine: Let's leave tonight dear
If that would serve to ease your troubled mind
Leave the hurt behind
Gustave: Father dear
Come over here
And look at what they gave to me
Wind it up and father see
Look it plays a melody
(music box plays)
Raoul: "I need some air."
Christine: Raoul please...
Raoul: Please what?!
Christine: "Nothing... nothing only... Raoul... don't drink anymore."
Gustave: father never plays with me
Doesn't he love me?
Writer(s): Glenn Evan Slater, Charles A. Hart, Andrew Lloyd Webber
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