Clopin: [singing] So, here is a riddle to guess if you can, sing the bells of Notre Dame: What makes a monster and what makes a man? Whatever their pitch, you feel them bewitch you, the rich and the ritual knells of the bells of Notre Dame.
[last lines]
Hugo: Good night, everybody! Wah-ha-hoo!
Phoebus: [about Esmeralda] What a woman!
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, I'll stroll down those stairs, and march *through* the doors, and...
Phoebus: I'm sorry sir, she claimed sanctuary. There's nothing I can do.
Frollo: Then drag her outside and...
The Archdeacon: Frollo! You will not touch her!
[addressing Esmeralda]
The Archdeacon: Don't worry. Minister Frollo learned years ago to respect the sanctity of the church.
The Archdeacon: [coming downstairs] Frollo, have you gone mad? I will not tolerate this assault on the house of God!
Frollo: [flinging the Archdeacon down the stairwell] Silence, you old fool! The hunchback and I have unfinished business to attend to. And this time, you will not interfere.
Esmeralda: Let's see, there's one, two, three, four, five... ten of you, and only one of me
[pulling a handkerchief out of her pocket and wiping her nose in it]
Esmeralda: what's a poor girl to do?
[she pretends to cry at first, then sneezes into the handkerchief and disappears]
Clopin: [singing] Once a year we throw a party here in town / Once a year we turn all Paris upside-down / Every man's a king and every king's a clown / Once again it's Topsy-turvy Day!
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.
Frollo: [to Quasimodo] 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?
Victor: Perhaps he's sick.
Laverne: Impossible. If twenty years of listening to you two hasn't made him sick by now, nothing will.
Hugo: You could wear a disguise, just this once. What Frollo doesn't know can't hurt ya.
Victor: Ignorance is bliss.
Hugo: [to the side] Look who's talkin'.
Clopin: [singing] Justice is swift in the Court of Miracles / I am the lawyers and judge all in one / We like to get the trial over with quickly / Because it's the sentence that's really the fun!
Oafish Guard: [to Esmeralda] Come back here, gypsy!
[after the pigeon fledgling leaves the nest, Hugo comes alive and spits out the nest in his mouth]
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.
