Hugo: Hey isn't that, uh, Feeble?
Laverne: Doofus.
Quasimodo: Phoebus!
[repeated lines]
The Old Heretic: I'm free! I'm free!
The Old Heretic: [trips and falls into a pillory] Dang it!
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!
Esmeralda: Maybe Frollo's wrong about the both of us.
[the gargoyles are eavesdropping]
Hugo: What did she say?
Laverne: Frollo's nose is long, and he wears a truss.
Hugo: Ha! Told ya. Pay up.
Victor: Oh, dear...
[hands him a coin]
Hugo: [takes the
coin] Chump!
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!
[the gargoyles have made a catapult]
Victor: Ready, aim, fire!
[they throw the whole catapult at the guards; it misses them, falling face down]
Victor: Are you *sure* that's how it works?
[the catapult deploys, flipping over and hitting the guards]
Hugo: Works for me!
Frollo: The sentence for insubordination is death. Such a pity. You threw away a promising career.
Phoebus: Consider it my highest honor, sir.
Clopin: [singing] Now that we've seen all the evidence...
Puppet: Wait! I object!
Clopin: Overruled!
Puppet: I object!
Clopin: QUIET!
Puppet: Dang.
Clopin: [singing] We find you totally innocent... which is the worst crime of all...
Gypsies: SO YOU'RE GOING TO HANG!
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...
[his torchlight promptly goes out, leaving them in darkness]
Phoebus: ...or an ambush.
Frollo: The Gypsies live outside the normal order. Their heathen ways inflame the people's lowest instincts. And they must be stopped.
Phoebus: I was summoned from the wars to capture fortune-tellers and palm readers?
Frollo: Ah, the real war, Captain, is what you see before you. For twenty years I have been "taking care" of the
Gypsies...
[squashes ants on the sill]
Frollo: ...one by one. And yet, for all my success, they have thrived.
[lifts block to expose a swarm of bugs]
Frollo: I believe they have a safe haven within the walls of this very city. A nest, if you will. They call it the Court of Miracles.
Phoebus: What are we going to
do about it, sir?
[Frollo smashes the block over the bugs]
Phoebus: You make your point quite vividly, sir.
Frollo: Dear boy, whomever are you talking to?
Quasimodo: My... friends.
Frollo: I see.
Frollo: [taps the head of one of the gargoyles] 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.
[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]
Frollo: [singing] It's not my fault...
Chorus: Mea culpa
[My fault]
Frollo: I'm not to blame...
Chorus: Mea culpa
[My fault]
Frollo: It is the Gypsy girl / The witch who sent this flame.
Chorus: Mea maxima culpa
[My most grievous fault]
Frollo: It's not my fault...
Chorus: Mea culpa
[My fault]
Frollo: If in God's plan...
Chorus: Mea culpa
[My fault]
Frollo: He made the Devil so much stronger than a man.
Chorus: Mea maxima culpa
[My most grievous fault]
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.