Satine: What's his type? Wilting flower? [sighs] Bright and bubbly? [giggles] Or smoldering temptress? [growls]
Zidler: I'd say, smoldering temptress.
Zidler: SHE'S CONFESSING!
The Duke: Confessing?! What kind of imbecile do you take me for, Zidler?!
Zidler: She suddenly had a terrible desire..... to go to a priest and.....confess her sins.
Zidler: I AM THE EVIL MAHRAJA! YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE! Satine: Oh Harold, no one could play him like you could! Zidler: No one's going to.
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