Hunchback of Notre Dame

Laverne:
Take it from an old spectator. Life's not a spectator sport. If watchin' is all you're gonna do, then you're gonna watch your life go by without ya.

Frollo:
Now, now. L-Listen to me, Quasimodo...

Quasimodo:
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.

Frollo:
Look at that disgusting display.

Phoebus:
Yes, sir!

Clopin:
You're very clever to have found our hideaway. Unfortunately, you won't live to tell the tale.

Clopin:
They're beautiful, no? So many colors of sound, so many changing moods. Because, you know, they do not ring all by themselves.

Clopin:
No, you silly boy. Up there, high, high in the dark bell tower, lives the mysterious bell ringer. Who is this creature?

Clopin:
What is he?

Clopin:
How did he come to be there?

Clopin:
Hush!

Clopin:
Clopin will tell you. It is a tale, a tale of a man, and a monster.

Phoebus:
You leave town for a couple of decades and they change everything.

Quasimodo:
Is this the Court of Miracles?

Phoebus:
Offhand, I'd say it's the Court of Ankle-deep Sewage.

Phoebus:
You fight almost as well as a man.

Esmeralda:
Funny, I was going to say the same thing about you.

Quasimodo:
If I got caught.

Victor:
Better to beg forgiveness than ask permission.

Frollo:
I forbid it! (Esmeralda cuts the rope and frees Quasimodo) How dare you defy me!

Esmeralda:
You mistreat this poor boy the same way you mistreat my people! You speak of justice, yet you are cruel to those most in need of your help.

Frollo:
Silence!

Esmeralda:
JUSTICE!!!!

Frollo:
Mark my words gypsy you will pay for this insolence

Hugo:
Hey isn't that, uh, Feeble?

Laverne:
Doofus.

Quasimodo:
Phoebus!

Phoebus:
Good morning, sir. Are you feeling all right?

Frollo:
I had a little trouble with the fireplace.

Phoebus:
I see. Your orders sir?

Frollo:
Find the gypsy girl (Guards spread out and search every house for her) 10 pieces of silver for the gypsy Esmeralda. Lock them up! 20 pieces of silver for the gypsy Esmeralda. Take them away!

Phoebus:
Esmeralda?

Esmeralda:
Shh. Shh. Shh. You'll hide here until you're strong enough to move.

Phoebus:
Great. I could use a drink.

Phoebus:
Yes! Hmmm. Feels like a 1470 Burgundy. Not a good year.

Esmeralda:
Maybe Frollo's wrong about the both of us.

Hugo:
What did she say?

Laverne:
Frollo's nose is long, and he wears a truss.

Hugo:
Ha! Told ya. Pay up.

Frollo:
And look what else I've caught in my net. Captain Phoebus, back from the dead. Another "miracle", no doubt. I shall remedy that.

Phoebus:
Speaking of trouble, we should have run into some by now.

Quasimodo:
What do you mean?

Phoebus:
You know, a guard, a booby trap...

Phoebus:
...or an ambush.

Phoebus:
Citizens of Paris! Frollo has persecuted our people, ransacked our city. And now he has declared war on Notre Dame herself! Will we allow it?

Frollo:
Protect me, Maria / Don't let the siren cast her spell / Don't let her fire sear my flesh and bone / Destroy Esmeralda / And let her taste the fires of hell / Or else let her be mine and mine alone.

Hugo:
Give her some slack, then reel her in. Then give her some slack...

Laverne:
Knock it off, Hugo. She's a girl, not a mackerel.

Frollo:
The sentence for insubordination is death. Such a pity. You threw away a promising career.

Phoebus:
Consider it my highest honor, sir.

Frollo:
Quasimodo, can't you understand? When your heartless mother abandoned you as a child, anyone else would have drowned you. And this my thanks for taking you in and raising you as my son?

Hugo:
Hey, Quasi, what's goin' on out there? A fight? A flogging?

Victor:
A festival.

Hugo:
You mean the Feast of Fools? 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:
Boy, nothin' like balcony seats for watching the ol' F.O.F.

Quasimodo:
Yeah, watchin'.

Hugo:
Oh, look. A mime.

Clopin:
And Frollo gave the child a cruel name, a name that means "half-formed". Quasimodo.

Hugo:
Man! I thought he'd never leave. I'll be spitting feathers for a week.

Victor:
Well, that's what you get for sleeping with your mouth open.

Hugo:
Ha-ha-ha. Go scare a nun.