The Hunchback of Notre Dame Quotes

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 Pheobus] No, but she said that this will help us find her.
Phoebus: [holding up Esmerelda'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: Sorry.
Phoebus: [as he and Quasi walk away to the Court of Miracles]

No, you're not.

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?

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: Gizmo! 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.

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?

Frollo: The time has come, Gypsy. You stand upon the brink of the abyss. Yet even now it is not too late. I can save you from the flames of this world, and the next. Choose me, or the fire.
[Esmeralda spits in Frollo's face]
Frollo: The Gypsy Esmeralda has refused to recant. This evil witch has put the soul of every person in Paris in awful

jeopardy...

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.

Hugo: [singing] A guy like you she's never known, kid. / A guy like you a girl does not meet every day. / You've got a look that's all your own, kid. / Could there be two?
Hugo, Victor, Laverne: [singing] Like you? No way!
Hugo: [singing] Those other guys that she could dangle all look the

same from every boring point of view. / You're a surprise from every angle. / Mon Dieu above, she's gotta love a guy like you.
Victor: [singing] A guy like you gets extra credit / Because it's true you've got a certain some thing more.
Hugo: [spoken] You're aces, kid!
Laverne: [singing] You see that face / You don't forget it.

Victor, Laverne: [singing] Want something new?
Hugo: [singing] That's you.
Hugo, Victor, Laverne: [singing] For sure!
Laverne: [singing] We all have gaped at some Adonis.
Victor: [singing] But then we crave a meal

more nourishing to chew.
Hugo: [singing] And since you're shaped like a croissant is...
Hugo, Victor, Laverne: [singing] No question of, she's gotta love a guy like you!

Laverne: [singing] Call me a hopeless romantic but Quasi, I feel it.
Victor: [singing] She wants you so / Any moment she'll walk through that door.
Hugo, Victor, Laverne: [singing] For...
Hugo: [singing] A guy so swell.

Hugo, Victor, Laverne: [singing] A guy like you.
Hugo: [singing] With all you bring her.
Victor, Laverne: [singing] I tell you Quasi.
Hugo: [singing] A fool could tell.
Victor, Laverne: [singing]

There never was.
Hugo: [singing] It's why she fell.
Victor, Laverne: [singing] Another, was he?
Hugo: [singing] For you-know-who.
Victor, Laverne: [singing] From king to serf to the bourgeoisie.
Hugo: [singing] You ring the bell.

Victor, Laverne: [singing] They're all a second-stringer.
Hugo, Victor, Laverne: [singing] You're the bell ringer! / When she wants ooh-la-la / And she wants you la-la / She will discover, guy / You're one heck of a guy / Who wouldn't love a guy like you?
Hugo:

[singing] You got a lot / The rest have not / So she's gotta love a guy like you!