Laverne: [to Quasimodo] Quasi, 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.
Esmeralda: [singing] I don't know if you can hear me / Or if you're even there / I don't know if you would listen / To a Gypsy's prayer / Yes, I know I'm just an outcast / I shouldn't speak to you / Still, I see your face and wonder / Were you once an outcast, too?
Frollo: You, Gypsy girl! Get down at once!
Esmeralda: Yes, Your Honor. Just as soon as I free this poor creature.
Frollo: I for-bid it!
[Esmeralda cuts the ropes tying Quasimodo to the wheel]
Frollo: 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!
[the crowd gasps in amazement]
Frollo: Mark my words, Gypsy, you will pay for this insolence.
Esmeralda: Then it appears we've crowned the wrong fool. The only fool
I see is you!
[tosses King of Fool's crown at Frollo's feet]
Frollo: This is an unholy demon. I'm sending it back to hell, where it belongs.
The Archdeacon: [singing] See, there, the innocent blood you have spilt on the steps of Notre Dame.
Frollo: I am guiltless. She ran, I pursued.
The Archdeacon: [singing] Now you would add this child's blood to your guilt on the
steps of Notre Dame!
Frollo: My conscience is clear.
The Archdeacon: [singing] You can lie to yourself and your minions, you can claim that you haven't a qualm, but you never can run from nor hide what you've done from the eyes!
[pointing to statues of saints]
The Archdeacon: The very eyes of Notre Dame!
Quasimodo: [hollering loudly after rescuing Esmeralda from Frollo; the people answer his shouts by cheering] SANCTUARY! SANCTUARY! SANCTUARY!
Frollo: [as Quasimodo towers over him after he throws Frollo to the floor and steals his dagger] Now, now... 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...!
Esmeralda: [awakening] Quasimodo?
Quasimodo: [skipping over to her and scooping her up] Esmeralda!
Frollo: She lives.
[he draws his sword]
Quasimodo: *No*!
[describing the bells]
Clopin: Listen. They're beautiful, no? So many colors of sound, so many changing moods. Because, you know, they do not ring all by themselves.
Puppet: They don't?
Clopin: No, you silly boy. Up there, high, high in the dark bell tower, lives the mysterious bell ringer. Who is this creature?
Puppet: Who?
Clopin: What is he?
Puppet: What?
Clopin: How did he come to be there?
Puppet: How?
Clopin: Hush!
Puppet: Ow!
Clopin: Clopin will tell you. It is a tale, a tale of a man, and a monster.
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]
Phoebus: [Upon realizing 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'll 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 realization 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 Quasi gets up] I thought you were Esmeralda's friend.
Quasimodo: Frollo's my master;
I *can't* disobey him again.
[He turns away and grabs his shoulders]
Phoebus: She stood up for you. You've got a funny way of showing gratitude.
[Quasimodo doesn't respond. Phoebus stares disapprovingly at him as he grab his own shoulder]
Phoebus: Well, I'm not going to sit by and watch Frollo *massacre* innocent people.
[Walks
off]
Phoebus: You do what you think is right.
Quasimodo: [He remains silent and then turns to his side. The gargoyles, Hugo, Victor, and Laverne, look at him with disappointment evident in their faces; he speaks softly to them at first, then snaps] 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 jaws of death, then the *whole town'll* cheer like I'm some kind of a *hero*? She already has her knight-in-shining-armor, and it's *not* me!
[sighs]
Quasimodo: Frollo was right. Frollo was right about everything...
[Looks down; softly]
Quasimodo: and
I'm *tired* of trying to be something that I'm not.
[Upon looking down, he catches a glimpse of his hand; he recalls what Esmeralda told him of having "no monster lines." He looks onto the floor and sees the scorched wooden sculpture of Esmeralda that he made which Frollo torched earlier. Finally, he pulls out the amulet she gave him earlier that could lead him to her. He then looks up with
hope and realizes how important she was to him and how he is the only one who may know where she is; he just might be able to warn her of Frollo's attack. Laverne taps his shoulder twice and offers his hooded navy cloak]
Quasimodo: [whispering as he hesitantly grabs his cloak and hurries away to catch up with Phoebus] I must be out of my mind.
Frollo: Look at that disgusting display.
Phoebus: [raising his visor] Yes, sir!
Phoebus: [to the Parisians] 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?
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?
Phoebus: Esmeralda?
Esmeralda: Shh. Shh. Shh. You'll hide here until you're strong enough to move.
[Esmeralda pulls out a flask]
Phoebus: Great. I could use a drink.
[Esmeralda pours it on his wound, and Phoebus cries out in pain]
Phoebus: Yessssss! Mmmm. Feels like a 1470 Burgundy. Not a good
year.
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.
[Frollo climbs atop a gargoyle and raises his sword to Esmeralda and Quasimodo. His eyes burn yellow with pure hate and malice]
Frollo: And he shall smite the wicked and *plunge* them into the firey pit!
[the gargoyle upon which he stands starts to break apart and he stumbles but holds onto it. It comes to life and roars in his face as it breaks off completely and
falls to city below, taking a screaming Frollo with it]
Quasimodo: You are good to me master. I'm sorry.
Frollo: You're forgiven. But remember Quasimodo, this is your sanctuary.
[Frollo leaves]
Quasimodo: My sanctuary.