Fifi: Poor Christian. He loves Roxanne and just can't tell her.
Mimi: Imagine Cyrano courting a girl for another man, it's laughable.
Paladin: Laughable? At the Paris premiere, the tears of the ladies in the boxes drenched the people sitting in the orchestra below.
Mimi: Darling, please tell us, how does it end?
Fifi: Be a dear, Paladin.
Paladin: It ends, as all good plays should, early enough to leave some of the evening for talk and some for wine, and some for... one thing or another.
Fifi: Why, Mr. Paladin!