Madame Giry: Phantasma, city of wonders. Mr. Y presents marvelous astonishments, human prodigies. Ha. The Oolala Girl, five performances daily. Christine Daae, the soprano of the century. Gone, all gone
Fleck: Yes, ther's nothing left, nothing but ghosts, but I knew you'd come back, Madame Giry.
Madame Giry: You, you're still here.
Fleck: Of course we're still here, the freaks, the monsters, the bizarre. Where else could we exist but here? And after the tragedy, after the master disappeared with the child, after the fire that consumed everything.
Madame Giry: His dream. Our dream.
Fleck: Remember how it was? Remember? Coney Isle. Glistening and glimmering Rising bright Drenched with light See it smile Beckoning and shimmering All agleam Like a dream
Fleck and Madame Giry: Every fantasy set free Sun rising by the sea
Madame Giry: Coney isle Miracle and miracle Lead and sound All around Mile by mile Loud and lured and lyrical Thrill and thrill Never still All America was there Bigger next to billionaire
In they came Chasing sensation and romance Eyes aflame Desperate for pleasure yet unknown Night and day Pouring in by a hundreds and thousands Swept away As if every desire was made real