Crowd: [sings] Come one, come all! / Leave your looms and milking stools / Coop the hens and pen the mules. / Come one, come all! / Close the churches and the schools / It's the day for breaking rules / Come and join the feast of...
Clopin: [sings] Fools!
Phoebus: [to his horse] Achilles, heel!
Phoebus: [as he and Quasi wade through the catacombs at the Court of Miracles] Cheerful place.
[chuckles]
Phoebus: Kinda makes you wish you got out more often, eh, Quasi?
Quasimodo: Not me. All I want to do is warn Esmeralda then get back to the belltower before I get in any further trouble.
Laverne: Take it from us, Quasi. You've got nothing to worry about.
Hugo: Yeah, you're irresistible!
Victor: [chuckles] Knights-in-shining-armor certainly aren't her type.
Hugo: And those guys are a dime a dozen, but you - you're one of a kind.
Quasimodo: Is this the Court of Miracles?
Phoebus: Offhand I'd say it's the Court of Ankle-deep Sewage.
The Old Heretic: I'm free! I'm free!
[falls into Mon Sewer]
The Old Heretic: Dang it!
Mother: Stay away child! They're gypsies they'll steal us blind!
[playing cards with a pigeon]
Hugo: You're telling me--I'm losin' to a *bird*!
Oafish Guard: All right, gypsy, where'd you get that money?
Esmeralda: For your information, I earned it.
Oafish Guard: Gypsies don't earn money.
Brutish Guard: They steal it.
Phoebus: [as the guards chase after Esmeralda and pass behind Phoebus' horse, Achilles] Achilles, sit!
Brutish Guard: Hey - whoa!
Phoebus: Oh - dear, I'm sorry! Naughty horse! Naughty! He's just impossible, really; I can't take him anywhere!
Gypsy #1: Shut it up, will you?
Gypsy #2: WE'LL BE SPOTTED!
Quasimodo's Mother: [to Quasimodo] Hush, little one.
Clopin: [after Esmeralda's dance at the Festival of Fools] And now, ladies and gentlemen, the pi-ece de resistance!
Frollo: Hellfire, dark fire / Now gypsy, it's your turn / Choose me, or your pyre / Be mine, or you will burn!
