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, there'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 Sudden rising by the sea Madame Giry: Coney isle Miracle of miracles Light and sound All around Mile by mile Loud and lewd and lyrical Thrill on thrill Never still All America was there Beggar next to billionaire In they came Chasing sensation and romance Eyes aflame Desperate for pleasure yet unknown Night and day Pouring in by the hundreds of thousands Swept away As their every desire was made real