- Cyrano: My life's work has been to prompt others and be forgotten. Remember that night when Christian came to your balcony? That moment sums up my life. While I was below in the shadows, others climbed up to kiss the sweet rose.
- [last lines]
- Cyrano: You take everything... The laurel and the rose too! Go on, take them! But, in spite of you one thing goes with me now. And tonight, when I at last God behold my salute will sweep his blue threshold with something spotless, a diamond in the ash... which I take in spite of you and that's... My panache.
- Roxane: Speak. I'll listen.
- Christian: I love you.
- Roxane: Yes, talk to me of love.
- Christian: I love you.
- Roxane: That's your theme. Embroider it. Embroider it. Embroider it!
- Christian: I love you so much.
- Roxane: Yes. And then?
- Christian: And then... I'd love you to love me. Tell me you love me.
- Roxane: You give me milk instead of cream. Say how you love me.
- Christian: I love you... so much!
- Roxane: Unravel your feelings!
- Christian: Your throat! I want to kiss it!
- Roxane: Christian!
- Christian: I love you.
- Roxane: Again?
- Christian: No... I don't love you.
- Roxane: That's better.
- Christian: I worship you.
- Roxane: Oh no.
- Cyrano: I'm in love... but it was meant to be! The finest-looking one there is! I feel triumphant... forgetful... and I suddenly see the side of my face shaded off the garden wall.
- Cyrano: And tonight when I, at last, God behold, my salute will sweep his blue threshhold with something spotless. A diamond in the ash which I take in spite of you; and that is my panache.
- Roxane: Far from this world of brutal lies is a land for lovers who despise violence, weeping for the lost and lonely. A land for lovers, for lovers only.
- [first lines]
- Man at Theatre: Fifteen sous! I get in free.
- Ragueneau: No Cyrano. I lose my bet.
- Le Bret: So much the better.
- Audience: Montfleury! Montfleury!
- Montfleury: Happy he... who far from court and city... Ah, how good... breathes the essence of the vernal wood, And who, when the breeze sings melodies...
- Cyrano: Rogue! Didn't I order you off for a month?
- Montfleury: What? Who's that?
- Le Bret: Cyrano!
- Ragueneau: I win!
- Cyrano: King of fools. Off the stage!
- Montfleury: Monsieur...