Madam Giry wait!
Please Monsieur I know no more than anyone else!
That's not true!
Please Monsieur, don't ask
There have been too many accidents
Accidents?!
Please Madam Giry, for all our sakes. (sighs) Very well
It was years 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
Come, come inside!
Come and see the Devil's child!
I hid him, from the world and its cruelties
He has known nothing else of life since then, except this opera house
It was his playground, and now his artistic domain
He's a genius
He's an architect and designer
Composer and magician
He's a genius monsieur!
But clearly, Madam Giry, genius has turned to madness