The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1996)
Tom Hulce: Quasimodo
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Frollo : [opens his dictionary] Shall we review your alphabet today?
Quasimodo : Oh, yes, Master. I would like that very much.
Frollo : Very well.
[pours Quasimodo a wine]
Frollo : A?
Quasimodo : Abomination.
Frollo : [pours himself a wine] B?
Quasimodo : Blasphemy.
Frollo : [puts the cork back on the wine bottle] C?
Quasimodo : C-C-Contrition.
Frollo : [raises his cup] D?
Quasimodo : [smiling enthusiastically] Damnation!
Frollo : E?
Quasimodo : [points and winks] *Eternal* damnation!
Frollo : Good. F?
[sips his wine]
Quasimodo : [shrugs his shoulders] Festival.
Frollo : [spits out his wine, coughs, then wipes his lips] Excuse me?
Quasimodo : [realising his mistake] F-F-Forgiveness.
Frollo : You said...
[shuts the dictionary]
Frollo : "Festival."
Quasimodo : *No*!
Frollo : You're thinking about going to the Festival.
Quasimodo : I-It's just that, *you* go every year.
Frollo : *I* am a public official! I *must* go, but I don't enjoy a *moment*!
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Quasimodo : [hollering loudly after rescuing Esmeralda from Frollo; the people answer his shouts by cheering] SANCTUARY! SANCTUARY! SANCTUARY!
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Phoebus : [upon realising that Frollo knows where Esmeralda is hiding and that he will attack, Quasimodo feels as though he should help. Phoebus groans from under the table from which he was hidden from Frollo. Once Frollo leaves, he gets out] We' have to find the Court of Miracles before daybreak. If Frollo gets there first...
[starts walking, but Quasimodo does not follow; he just looks at Phoebus with the saddened realisation that Esmeralda loves Phoebus, not him; Phoebus turns to him]
Phoebus : Are you coming with me?
Quasimodo : [looks down, still saddened] I can't.
Phoebus : [as Quasimodo gets to his feet] I thought you were Esmeralda's friend!
Quasimodo : [frowns] Frollo's my master. I *can't* disobey him again.
[grabs his shoulders and turns his back on Phoebus]
Phoebus : She stood up for you! You've got a funny way of showing gratitude.
[Quasimodo does not respond; Phoebus stares disapprovingly at him as he grabs his left arm]
Phoebus : Well, *I'm* not going to sit by and watch Frollo massacre innocent people.
[walks to the stairs and looks back to Quasimodo]
Phoebus : You do what you think is right.
[leaves; Quasimodo remains silent, then turns to see Victor, Hugo and Laverne shooting him disappointed looks]
Quasimodo : [shrugs] What? What am I supposed to do?
[frustrated and sarcastic tone, in an arm-flailing manner]
Quasimodo : Go out there and rescue the girl from the-- from the Laws of Death, and the *whole town* will cheer like I'm some kind of a *hero*? She already *has* her knight on shining armour, and it's not me!
[sighs]
Quasimodo : Frollo was right.
[shrugs]
Quasimodo : Frollo was right about everything.
[looks down]
Quasimodo : And I'm *tired* of trying to be something that I'm not.
[upon looking down, he catches a glimpse of his left hand; recalls what Esmeralda told him about not having "monster lines," then looks down at the smouldering wooden figure of Esmeralda that Frollo burned earlier; pulls out the amulet Esmeralda gave him and stares ahead with hope and realisation; Laverne taps his shoulder and offers his hooded cloak]
Quasimodo : [whispering as he hesitantly grabs his cloak and hurries away to catch up with Phoebus] I must be out of my mind.
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Frollo : [as Quasimodo towers over him after he throws Frollo to the floor and steals his dagger] Now, now...
[holds out his open palm]
Frollo : L-listen to me, Quasimodo.
Quasimodo : [wailing accusingly] No, *you* listen! *All my life*, you have told me that the world is a dark, cruel place! But now I see that the only thing dark and cruel about it is people like you!
[drops the dagger as Frollo cowers]
Esmeralda : [awakening] Quasimodo?
Quasimodo : [skipping over to her and scooping her up] Esmeralda!
Frollo : She lives.
[draws his sword]
Quasimodo : *No*!
[escapes with Esmeralda in his arms]
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Quasimodo : [to a baby bird] Good morning.
[the baby bird chirps in greeting]
Quasimodo : Will today be the day? Are you ready to fly?
[baby bird chirps sadly]
Quasimodo : You sure? Good day to try.
[lifts the bird out of the nest]
Quasimodo : Why, if-if I picked a day to fly, oh, this would be it. The Festival of Fools!
[the baby bird gulps, then chirps sadly again]
Quasimodo : It'll be fun, with jugglers, an-and music and dancing!
[the baby bird now starts flapping its wings, and flies in place as Quasimodo chuckles, until a flock of birds flies past, then the bird chirps excitedly]
Quasimodo : Go on! Nobody wants to be cooped up here forever.
[the bird chirps happily, then flies away to join the flock]
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Quasimodo : [singing] Out there among the millers and the weavers and their wives / Through the roofs and gables I can see them / Every day they shout and scold and go about their lives / Heedless of the gift it is to be them / If I was in their skin, I'd treasure every instant / Out there, strolling by the Seine, taste a morning out there / Like ordinary men, who freely walk about there / Just one day, and then I swear I'll be content / With my share / Won't resent, won't despair, old and bent, I won't care / I'll have spent one day out there!
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Esmeralda : What is this place?
Quasimodo : This is where I live.
Esmeralda : Did you make all these things yourself?
Quasimodo : Most of them.
Esmeralda : This is beautiful. Oh, if I could do this, you wouldn't find me dancing in the streets for coins.
Quasimodo : But you're a wonderful dancer.
Esmeralda : Well, it keeps bread on the table, anyway. What's this?
Quasimodo : [rushing toward the table] Oh! No, please, I-I-I'm not finished; I-I-I still have to paint them.
Esmeralda : It's the blacksmith. And the baker! You're a surprising person, Quasimodo.
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Quasimodo : [Introducing the bells to Esmeralda] That's Little Sophia. And Jeanne-Marie, Anne-Marie, Louise-Marie. Triplets, you know.
Esmeralda : And who is this?
Quasimodo : [jumping down] *Big* Marie.
Esmeralda : [Inside the bell] Hello!
[Bell resonates]
Quasimodo : She likes you. Would you like to see more?
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Frollo : [picks up one of Quasimodo's wooden figures] Isn't this one new? It's awfully good. Looks very much like the Gypsy girl. I know... you helped her ES-CAPE!
Quasimodo : But I...
Frollo : And now all Paris is burning because of YOU!
Quasimodo : She was kind to me, Master.
Frollo : [destroying all of Quasi's wooden figures] You idiot! That wasn't kindness, it was cunning! She's a Gypsy!
[pulling Quasi by the collar]
Frollo : Gypsies are not capable of real love!
[shaking Quasi]
Frollo : Think, boy! Think of your MOTHER!
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Quasimodo : Good m-m-morning, Master.
Frollo : Dear boy, whomever are you talking to?
Quasimodo : My... friends.
Frollo : I see.
[taps Victor on the head]
Frollo : And what are your friends made of, Quasimodo?
Quasimodo : Stone.
Frollo : Can stone talk?
Quasimodo : No, it can't.
Frollo : That's right. You're a smart lad. Now...
[sits down with a picnic basket]
Frollo : Lunch!
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Quasimodo : But y-y-you're not like other Gypsies; they are... evil.
Esmeralda : Who told you that?
Quasimodo : My master, Frollo. He raised me.
Esmeralda : How can such a cruel man have raised someone like you...?
Quasimodo : Cruel? Oh, no. He saved my life! He took me in when no one else would. I am a monster, you know.
Esmeralda : He told you that?
Quasimodo : *Look* at me.
Esmeralda : [Frowns slightly] Give me your hand.
Quasimodo : What?
Esmeralda : Just let me see it.
[reading Quasimodo's palm]
Esmeralda : Hmm, a long lifeline... Oh, and *this* one means you're shy. Hmmmmm. Mm, mm, mm... Well, that's funny...
Quasimodo : What?
Esmeralda : I don't see any...
Quasimodo : Any what?
Esmeralda : Monster lines. Not a single one.
Esmeralda : [holds out her hand while Quasi briefly studies his own] Now, you look at me. Do you think *I'm* evil?
Quasimodo : *No*! No-no, y-you are kind, and *good*, and... and...
Esmeralda : And a Gypsy. And maybe Frollo's wrong about the both of us.
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Hugo : What're you guys talkin' about? If I knew Esmeralda, she's three steps ahead of Frollo and well outta harm's way.
Quasimodo : [doubtfully] Do you really think so?
Hugo : Hey, when things cool off, she'll be back. You'll see.
Quasimodo : [puzzledly] What makes you so sure?
Laverne : Because she likes ya.
[ruffling Quasi's hair]
Laverne : We always said you were the cute one.
Hugo : [eating crackers and cheese] I thought *I* was the cute one!
Laverne : No, you're the fat, stupid one with the big mouth!
Hugo : Whatcha sayin', exactly?
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Hugo : Hey, Quasi, what's goin' on out there? A fight? A flogging?
Victor : A festival!
Hugo : You mean the Feast of Fools?
Quasimodo : Uh-huh.
Hugo : All right, all right! Pour the wine and cut the cheese!
Victor : It is a treat to watch the colorful pageantry of the simple peasant folk.
Hugo : [shoving Quasi aside] Boy, nothin' like balcony seats for watching the ol' F.O.F.
Quasimodo : Yeah, watchin'.
[he leaves, downcast]
Hugo : Oh, look, a mime.
[Hugo prepares to spit on the mime, Victor stops him by clapping his hand over his mouth, then Hugo gulps]
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Quasimodo : [singing] So many times out there / I've watched a happy pair / Of lovers walking in the night / They had a kind of glow around them / It almost looks like Heaven's light / I knew I'd never know / That warm and loving glow / Though I might wish with all my might / No face as hideous as my face / Was ever meant for Heaven's light / But suddenly an angel has smiled at me / And kissed my cheek without a trace of fright / I dare to dream that she / Might even care for me / And as I ring these bells tonight / My cold, dark tower seems so bright / I swear it must be Heaven's light.
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[Quasimodo is chained down, the gargoyles are encouraging him to free himself]
Hugo : Come on, Quasi, snap out of it!
Victor : Your friends are down there!
Quasimodo : [despondently and weakly] It's all my fault.
Laverne : [as she, Hugo, and Victor try tugging the chains] You gotta break these chains!
Quasimodo : [slightly indignantly] I can't. I tried. What difference would it make?
Victor : But you can't let Frollo *win*!
Quasimodo : [despondently again] He already has.
Hugo : [dropping the chains] Say, you're giving up? That's it?
Laverne : These chains aren't what's holding you back, Quasimodo.
Quasimodo : [snapping firmly] Leave me alone!
Hugo : [meekly] Okay. Okay, Quasi. We'll leave you alone.
Victor : After all, we're only made out of stone.
[he and Hugo turn to stone]
Laverne : We just thought maybe you were made of somethin' stronger.
[turns to stone]
Laverne : [pause; Frollo's voice drifts up from below]
Frollo : For justice, for Paris, and for her own salvation, it is my sacred duty to send this unholy demon... back where she belongs!
[he fires the kindling while the crowd indistinctly shouts in protest]
Quasimodo : *Nooooooooooooooo!*
[the chains snap taut, the bells resonate as the pillars Quasimodo is chained to break and fall]
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Frollo : I should have known you would risk your life to save that Gypsy witch, just as your own mother died trying to save you.
Quasimodo : What?
Frollo : Now, I'm going to do what I should have done... TWENTY YEARS AGO!
[he throws one end of his cloak over Quasi, and he falls off, but manages to grab the rail and pull Frollo down with the other end of his cloak]
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Quasimodo : [singing] Safe behind these windows and these parapets of stone / Gazing at the people down below me / All my life I watch them as I hide up here alone / Hungry for the histories they show me / All my life I memorize their faces / Knowing them as they will never know me / All my life I wonder how it feels to pass a day / Not above them / But part of them...
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Quasimodo : [sings] And out there living in the sun / Give me one day out there / All I ask is one to hold forever / Out there where they all live unaware / What I'd give, what I'd dare, just to live one day out there.
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[Quasimodo stumbles into Esmeralda's tent]
Esmeralda : Hey! Are you all right?
Quasimodo : [hiding his face with his hood] I-I didn't mean to. I-- I'm sorry.
Esmeralda : Oh you're not hurt, are you? Here, let's see.
[lifts Quasimodo's hood from over his head]
Quasimodo : No, no, n-*no*!
Esmeralda : There.
[Djali bleats in disgust]
Esmeralda : See? No harm done.
[Quasimodo smiles in relief]
Esmeralda : Just try to be a little more careful.
Quasimodo : [leaves the tent] I... I-I-I, I will.
Esmeralda : By the way, great mask.
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Man In Crowd : That's no mask.
Woman In Crowd : It's his face! He's hideous!
Man In Crowd : It's the bellringer from Notre Dame!
[the crowd gasps in fright]
Quasimodo : Oh! Oh! Oh!
[buries his face in his hands]
Clopin : [appearing onstage reassuring the audience, then soon crowning Quasi] Ladies and gentlemen, don't panic. We asked for the ugliest face in Paris, and here he is! Quasimodo, the hunchback of Notre Dame!
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Laverne : Nobody wants to stay cooped up here forever.
Quasimodo : [gets up excitedly] You're right! I'll go!
[the gargoyles cheer as Quasimodo tells them what he'll do in preparation]
Quasimodo : I'll get cleaned up.
Hugo : Yes, sir!
Quasimodo : I'll stroll down those stairs.
Hugo : There you go!
Quasimodo : I'll march *through* the doors, and--
[walks straight into Frollo]
Frollo : Good *morning*, Quasimodo.
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Frollo : [as Quasi hesitantly reaches down to pick up a loose grape so as not to wake the unconscious Phoebus, who is hidden under the table] I think... you're hiding something.
Quasimodo : [sitting back up] Oh no, Master, I... There's no...
Frollo : [interrupting] You're not eating, boy.
Quasimodo : [gobbling his grapes] 'Tis very good. Thank you.
[we hear Phoebus groan]
Quasimodo : Mmmmmm.
[Phoebus groans again, but Quasi kicks him in the chin to silence him, then coughs loudly to cover up the noise]
Quasimodo : Seeds.
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Frollo : [announcing to the gypsies at the Court of Miracles] There'll be a little bonfire in the square tomorrow, and you're *all* invited to attend.
[to his guards]
Frollo : Lock them up.
Quasimodo : [rushing forward] No! Please, Master!
[kneels and grabs Frollo's cloak; Frollo turns and glares down at him; Quasimodo lets go and grovels sorrowfully]
Quasimodo : No, no...
Frollo : [to his remaining guards] Take him back to the bell tower, and make sure he *stays* there.
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Frollo : After twenty years of searching, the Court of Miracles is mine at last. Dear Quasimodo.
[strokes his hair]
Frollo : I always knew you would someday be of use to me.
Quasimodo : [whispers sadly] No.
Esmeralda : [venomously] What are you talking about?
Frollo : Why, he led me right to you, my dear.
Esmeralda : You're a liar.
Frollo : [noticing Phoebus] And look what *else* I've caught in my net! Captain Phoebus, back from the dead. Another "miracle," no doubt.
[they glare at each other]
Frollo : I shall remedy that.
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Quasimodo : [whispering to Frollo; bitterly but firmly] You killed her.
Frollo : It was my duty. Horrible as it was, I hope you'll forgive me.
[Quasimodo continues to weep bitterly]
Frollo : There, there, Quasimodo. I know it hurts. But now the time has come to end your suffering...
[raises a dagger above Quasimodo]
Frollo : Forever.
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Laverne : Quasi, what's wrong?
[patting Quasi on the shoulder]
Laverne : Wanna tell ole Laverne all about it?
Quasimodo : I... I just don't feel like watching the festival, that's all.
Laverne : Well, did you ever think of going there instead?
Quasimodo : Sure, but I'd never fit in out there. I'm not... normal.
Laverne : [patting Quasi's shoulder again] Oh, Quasi, Quasi, Quasi...
[to a flock of pigeons, who have landed on her shoulders and her nose]
Laverne : Do ya mind? I would like to have a moment with the boy, if it's all right with you!
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Quasimodo : Thanks for the encouragement, but you're all forgetting one big thing.
Hugo , Laverne , Victor : [shrugging their shoulders] What?
Quasimodo : My master, Frollo.
Hugo : Yeah.
Victor : Well, when he says you're forbidden from ever leaving the bell tower, does he mean *ever*, ever?
Quasimodo : *Never*, ever, and he *hates* the Feast of Fools! He'd be furious if I asked to go.
Hugo : [smiles slyly whist rubbing his hands together] Who says you gotta ask?
Quasimodo : Oh, no!
Hugo : Ya sneak out...
Laverne : It's just one afternoon.
Quasimodo : I-I couldn't.
Hugo : *And* ya sneak back in...
Laverne : He'll never know you were gone.
Quasimodo : [clasps his temple in his hands] And if I got caught?
Victor : Better to beg forgiveness than ask permission.
Quasimodo : He might *see* me!
Hugo : [puts on a hooded cloak] You could wear a disguise, just this once. What Frollo doesn't know can't hurt ya.
Victor : Ignorance is bliss.
Hugo : [noogies Victor] Look who's talking.
Laverne : Nobody wants to stay cooped up here forever.
Quasimodo : [beams and stands up] You're right! I'll go!
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Quasimodo : Phoebus!
[Phoebus yelps in fright, but Quasi silences him]
Quasimodo : Sh! I'm coming with you.
Phoebus : Glad you changed your mind.
Quasimodo : But I'm not doing it for you, I'm doing it for her.
Phoebus : You know where she is?
Quasimodo : [presenting Esmeralda's map to Phoebus] No, but she said that this will help us find her.
Phoebus : [holding up Esmeralda's map] Good, good, good. Ahhhh, great! What is it?
Quasimodo : I'm not sure.
Phoebus : [examining the map] Hmm, must be some sort of code. Maybe it's Arabic. No, no, it's not Arabic, maybe it's ancient Greek.
Quasimodo : [remembering Esmeralda's quote] "When you wear this woven band, you hold the city in your hand."
Phoebus : What?
Quasimodo : It's the city!
Phoebus : What're you talking about?
Quasimodo : [pointing out the symbols on the map] It's a map, see? Here's the cathedral, and the river, and this little stone must be...
Phoebus : I've never seen a map that looks like...
Quasimodo : [arguing while Phoebus babbles] Look, *I've* lived up in the bell tower for 20 years, and I think I know what the city looks like from above, and this is it!
Phoebus : [with Quasi] This is not it.
[they both take deep breaths]
Phoebus : All right. Okay. If you say it's a map, fine; it's a map. But if we're going to find Esmeralda, we'll have to work together. Truce?
Quasimodo : Well... okay.
[slaps Phoebus's back; he yelps in pain]
Quasimodo : [as he steps down the stairs, he put his cloak hood on] Sorry.
Phoebus : [as he and Quasi head to the Court of Miracles] No, you're not.
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Victor : Oh, but that poor Gypsy girl. I'm beginning to feel the worst.
Laverne : I know, but now don't you say anything to upset Quasimodo. He's worried enough already.
Hugo : Yeah, you're right. We'd better lighten up.
Victor : [as Quasi climbs down after ringing the bells] Sh-sh-sh! Here he comes.
Laverne : Now just stay calm.
Victor : Not a word.
Hugo : Easy does it.
Victor : Look stone-faced.
Quasimodo : [approaching the window] Any sign of her?
Victor : [Breaks down and weeps] Doh, it's a lost cause! She could be anywhere: in the stocks, in the dungeon, or on the rack! Oh God...
Laverne : [giving an A-OK sign] Nice work, Victor.
Quasimodo : No, he's right. What're we gonna do?
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Hugo : Hey-hey! There he is!
[He, Laverne, and Victor rush to cheer and applaud Quasi, who's walking back to the bell tower, glad to be rid of Phoebus]
Victor : Bravo, bravissimo! You ejected that tin-plated baboon with great panache!
Hugo : The *nerve* of him, snoopin' around here, trying to steal your girl.
Quasimodo : *My* girl?
Laverne : Esmeralda. Dark hair, works with a goat. Remember?
Hugo : Boy, I do! Way to go, lover boy!
Quasimodo : "Lover boy"? Oh, no, no--no, no!
Laverne : Aw, don't be so modest.
Quasimodo : Look, I appreciate what you're all trying to do, but let's not fool ourselves. "Ugliest face in all of Paris", remember? I don't think I'm her type.
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Phoebus : [pulling Quasi up onto the balcony after he helps Esmeralda escape Notre Dame] Hi there. I'm looking for the gypsy girl. Have you seen her?
[Quasi jumps onto the balcony, growling at Phoebus like a wild dog, as Phoebus backs away]
Phoebus : Whoa - whoa, whoa, easy!
Quasimodo : [grabs a torch then charges after Phoebus, who is backing away down the stairs; yells defiantly] No soldiers! *Sanctuary*! *Get out*!
Phoebus : Wait! All I want is to...
Quasimodo : *Go*!
Phoebus : I mean her no harm.
Quasimodo : [growls, then waves the torch wildly at Phoebus] Rrrrrrrr... GO!
[Phoebus draws his sword, trapping the torch against the wall, as Quasi lifts him up by the collar]
Phoebus : You tell her for me, that I didn't mean to trap her here.
[Quasi glares menacingly]
Phoebus : But it was the only way I could save her life. Will you tell her that?
[no answer from Quasi]
Phoebus : Will you?
Quasimodo : [snapping] If you go. *Now*.
Phoebus : I'll go. Now - will you - put me down, please?
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Quasimodo : [to Esmeralda] Quick! This way!
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Frollo : Remember what I've taught you, Quasimodo.
[singing]
Frollo : You are deformed...
Quasimodo : [singing] I am deformed.
Frollo : [singing] And you are ugly...
Quasimodo : [singing] And I am ugly.
Frollo : [singing] And these are crimes for which the world shows little pity / You do not comprehend...
Quasimodo : [singing] You are my one defender.
Frollo : [singing] Out there they'll revile you as a monster...
Quasimodo : [singing] I am a monster.
Frollo : [singing] Out there they will hate and scorn and jeer...
Quasimodo : [singing] Only a monster.
Frollo : [singing] Why invite their calumny and consternation? / Stay in here / Be faithful to me...
Quasimodo : [singing] I'm faithful.
Frollo : [singing] Be grateful to me...
Quasimodo : [singing] I'm grateful.
Frollo : [singing] Do as I say, obey...
Frollo , Quasimodo : [singing] And
[I'll]
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Quasimodo : I'll never forget you, Esmeralda.
[she touches his cheek]
Esmeralda : Come with me.
Quasimodo : What?
Esmeralda : To the Court of Miracles. *Leave* this place.
Quasimodo : Oh, no. I'm never going back out there again. You saw what happened today. No.
[looks to a corner of the cathedral and gently strokes it]
Quasimodo : *This* is where I belong.
Esmeralda : All right, then, I'll come to see you.
Quasimodo : Here? But the soldiers and *Frollo*!
Esmeralda : I'll come after sunset.
Quasimodo : But at-at sunset, I ring the evening mass, then after that I clean the cloisters, then I ring the vespers, and...
[Esmeralda kisses him]
Quasimodo : [smiling cheerfully] Whatever's good for you.
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Quasimodo : [tearfully, before he heads back to the cathedral in humiliation] I'm sorry, Master. I will never disobey you again.
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[as Frollo glares at him after Esmeralda got away]
Quasimodo : I'm sorry, master. I will never disobey you again.
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Quasimodo : Is this the Court of Miracles?
Phoebus : Offhand, I'd say it's the Court of Ankle-deep Sewage. Must be the old catacombs.
[they wade through the tunnel]
Phoebus : Charming place.
[chuckles]
Phoebus : Kinda... makes ya wish you got out more often, hey, Quasi?
Quasimodo : Not me. I just wanna warn Esmeralda and get back to the bell tower before I get in any more trouble.
[they pass a pile of skeletons, three of which come to life and watch them]
Phoebus : Speaking of trouble, we should've run into some by now.
[they stop]
Quasimodo : What do you mean?
Phoebus : You know, a guard, a-a booby trap...
[his torch goes out, leaving them in darkness]
Phoebus : Or an ambush.
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[Quasimodo and Phoebus are bound, gagged and about to be hung]
Esmeralda : Stop!
[Clopin turns as Esmeralda bursts through the crowd]
Quasimodo , Phoebus : [muffled] Esmeralda!
Esmeralda : These men aren't spies. They're our friends.
Clopin : Why didn't they say so?
[Esmeralda removes their gags]
Quasimodo , Phoebus : We *did* say so!
Esmeralda : [unties them] This is the soldier who saved the miller's family, and Quasimodo helped me escape the cathedral.
Phoebus : We came to warn you! Frollo's coming!
[crowd gasps]
Phoebus : He says he knows where you're hiding, and he's attacking at dawn with a thousand men!
[crowd panics]
Esmeralda : Then let's waste no time! We must leave immediately!
