It is strange to think, I haven't seen you since a month. I have seen the new moon, but not you. I have seen sunsets and sunrises, but nothing of your beautiful face. The pieces of my broken heart are so small that they could be passed through the eye of a needle. I miss you like the sun misses the flower; like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter. Instead of beauty to direct its light to, the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has banished me to. I next compete in the city of Paris, I will find it empty and in the winter if you are not there. Hope guides me, that is what gets me through the day and especially the night. The hope that after you're gone from my sight, it will not be the last time that I look upon you. With love and with all my heart, forever your faithful knight Ulrich.
Explanation:
Letter to Jocelyn.
— Rose... you're no picnic. All right? You're a spoiled little brat even. But under that, you're the most amazingly, astounding... wonderful girl, woman, that I've ever known. No, let me try and get this out. I'm not an idiot. I know how the world works. I've got ten bucks in my pocket. I have nothing to offer you and I know that. I understand. But I'm too involved now. You jump, I jump. Remember? I can't turn away without knowing you'll be all right. That's all that I want.
— Well, I'm fine. I'll be fine. Really.
— Really? I don't think so. They've got you trapped, Rose. And you're gonna die if you don't break free. Maybe not right away, because you're strong, but sooner or later that fire that I love about you, Rose... that fire is gonna burn out.
— It's not up to you to save me, Jack.
— You're right. Only you can do that.
— Murray, one small thing?
— Yeah?
— When you bring me out, can you introduce me as Joker?
For my whole life, I didn't know if I even really existed. But I do, and people are starting to notice.
Awards doesn't matter. People have supported me, and that is the greatest award I have deserved.
You are pretty much the only thing that makes me wanna get up in the morning.
— Life is leaving my body, but my wits remain. The King loves my wife.
— What?
— Yes. The King of France wants the only possession I am unable to relinquish, my wife. But, Sire, I too love Angelique. And since I cherish my King more than my own life, existence had become too heavy a burden to bear.
— My friend.
— I pray Your Majesty will forgive me for being so brutally forthright. The only excuse is my present situation.
I'm humble because I know
What it feels like to be at the bottom
And have nobody, no friends, no nothing,
Nobody believing in me, now look at me.
I was down on the ground with nobody,
Some in my town said my sound was a hobby
Now that I'm crowned they're astounded and howling,
They try and come around that now I'm somebody.