Cyrano

I'm hungry.

A lady never complains.

We can't eat dresses.

If only the Duke had sent bread.

I think he wants to marry you.

I'd rather marry you.

He's a Duke.

And you, my dear, a rapidly ageing orphan.

Ah, Marie!

Well, I won't be rescued. I'm not in distress.

We have no money. Not a bean.

Your whole life, our country has been at war...

and everyone must make... Everyone must make...

I don't love the Duke de Guiche.

Wear the dress he sent.

No. Red is vulgar, and it reeks of lechery.

Have you seen my shoes?

If you don't love him... Or even like him.

Why did you accept his invitation to the theater?

Because we can't afford the tickets, and I want to see the play.

He's here.

He's here.

He's here. Now, don't be rude to him.

I'm not rude.

I am enigmatically distant and fashionably late.

Where are my shoes?

If you anger him, he'll ruin us.

Marry the Duke and you'll be rich.

A clever marriage is your only option.

I have no intention of marrying anyone.

Believe me, spinsterhood is bleak.

And love, does that mean nothing to you?

It might smell rosy for a year or two, but love doesn't last.

What lasts is compromise and sacrifice.

Children need love.

Adults need money.

Hello, Jacques.

Marie. Marie.

Tell your mistress she's two months behind with the rent.

It's coming, I promise.

Two months!

Marie!

It's perfectly fetching.

I just long to see you in crimson silk.

-I couldn't wear that dress. -Oh?

I don't have the shoes to match. Sorry.

Oh, I'll rectify your errant shoelessness.

Maybe the good Duke should've send you the dress, Valvert.

Oh, no, I tried it.

It was too loose on the bust.

At least you have more than one pair of shoes.

What does it feel like

To slow dance in sunlight

With someone you love?

Somebody who sees you

And won't ever leave you

Alone Whatever comes

I need something to die for

Write poems and cry for

And I won't be ashamed

I'm nobody's pet

No one's wife no one's woman

And I won't play that game

I'd give anything for someone to say

That they can't live without me

And they'll be there forever

I'd give anything for someone to say to me

That no matter how bad it gets

They won't turn away from me

What do you do

When you're always waiting

To find love at first sight?

If I'm naive

Why does all the poetry

Say that I might?

I have heard songs that say

Love conquers everything

However you name it

It's right there in front of you

Wherever you are

You just have to claim it Claim it

Who's that?

The Duke de Guiche.

Second only to the King.

No, the lady.

Oh, Roxanne.

Well above your station, my friend.

Oh, what superb ribbons, Duke de Guiche.

Gorgeous piping. And trim.

Doeskin and beaver, ladies.

Doeskin and beaver.

Yes, thank you.

Stop there, sir.

In you go, sir.

...sir.

Be swift, be crafty...

take from the women and the men without swords.

And children?

A child with a full purse is an adult.

- I'd give anything for - someone to say

For someone to say

That they can't live without me

And they'll be there forever

I'd give anything for someone to say to me

- That no matter That no matter - how bad it gets

They won't turn away from me

- If love's there, I'll feel - it and its stare

It'll be freedom at first sight

I'll be walking on air

If love's there won't dare run away

I'll swallow my pride

And I'll ask

You to stay

Thief!

Hey!

Stop that boy!

Hey! Stop him!

Play! Play! Play!

Play! Play! Play! Play! Play!

Play! Play! Play!

Have you seen Cyrano?

Not yet.

Would you like an orange? Yeah?

Play! Play! Play!

Theater.

Inhale it, my boy. Literally.

Can you feel it? Yes?

Tonight you will see the magnificent Montfleury...

the greatest actor of his generation.

Montfleury.

Him?

Montfleury!

Bravo! Bravo!

Happy is he who, far from court and Society's sway...

in isolation self-imposed...

shuns company.

And who...

when the soft wind whistles wishingly...

Montfleury, what are you doing here?

Cyrano?

Cyrano? Yes.

After your performance last week...

I sent you a letter urging you to retire.

Cyrano.

Happy is he who, far from court and Society's...

Did you receive my letter?

Yes, I received your letter, and I burnt it.

I am a professional actor.

Yes, you are! Bravo!

I've received numerous prizes.

He has.

I have performed at court for the King himself.

Indeed, you have. Yes!

Yes.

I have been successfully entertaining the people for over three decades.

And now I will act!

Act! Act! Act! Act! Act! Act!

Act! Act! Act!

Act!

Happy he who shuns...

Final warning!

In insulting me, you insult the dramatic muse.

And worse, you... you desecrate this theater...

this crucible of human...

humanity.

Hear, hear!

This sacred wooden O.

No, sir. Untrue.

I'm sorry, but you lie.

You've made this stage your personal sty!

The dramatic muse has fled the building.

She scampered off when you started gilding the lily...

with your great big voice.

The poor muse had no choice.

I love this place and all it means.

Poetry, romance, terror, truth.

I've loved it here since early youth.

Can't stand aside while you dishonor it...

with your pumping and your hideous jigs.

I will not abide your thumping...

and, er, dreadful wigs.

Montfleury, you've abandoned the truth.

You've lost your core.

You don't remember how truth feels or what it's for.

So, now leave this stage, never to return.

And I'll applaud the new integrity you'll earn.

Exit, Montfleury.

I'm not moving one step from the center of this stage.

I am necessary.

If you will not leave by invitation, then I am compelled to use force.

Help! Help me, someone!

Protect me!

Arrest him! Help!

Please! Help me!

-Please, Cyrano. Please. Will anyone here defend -this great sausage?

I will duel with any volunteer...

with all the honor commensurate to his station.

Is anyone willing to fight for Montfleury?

You are no Samson.

I am no Goliath either, but I fight like the two combined.