The Hunchback of Notre Dame

Esmeralda:
Are you always this charming, or am I just lucky? (to Phoebus, after he cuts her off when she attempted to curse at him.)

Esmeralda:
Hmm... let's see...one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine...so there's ten of you and one of me. What's a poor girl to do?

Esmeralda:
Gypsies don't do well inside stone walls. (to Quasi, telling him that though she has sanctuary in Notre Dame, she doesn't have freedom, which is what she desires.)

Esmeralda:
[singing] I ask for nothing, I can get by, but I know so many less lucky than I. Please help my people, the poor and downtrod. I thought we all were the children of God. God, help the outcasts, children of God.

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. (to Frollo, pointing out his abuse of power.)

Esmeralda:
Justice! (when Frollo said to her "Silence!")

Esmeralda:
[furiously, to Frollo] I know what you were imagining!

Esmeralda:
[to Quasimodo, unaware it's his actual face] By the way, GREAT mask!

Esmeralda:
Wow, you're quite an acrobat!

Esmeralda:
How could such a cruel man have raised someone like you?

Frollo:
[singing] Even this foul creature may yet prove one day to be...of use to me.

Frollo:
A baby? A monster!

Frollo:
I am a public official; I must go. But I don't enjoy a moment! Thieves and cutpurses, the dregs of humankind, all mixed together in a shallow, drunken stupor.

Frollo:
Ease up. Wait between lashes. Otherwise the old sting will dull him to the new.

Frollo:
[singing] The world is cruel, the world is wicked. It's I alone whom you can trust in this whole city. I am your only friend...

Frollo:
[singing] It's not my fault if in God's plan, He made the devil so much stronger than a man!

Frollo:
Never mind. Get out, you idiot! I'll find her. I'll find her if I have to burn down all of Paris! [singing] Hellfire, Dark Fire, now, gypsy, it's your turn. Choose me or your Pyre, be mine or YOU WILL BURN! God have mercy on her. [Kyrie Eleison] God have mercy on me. But she will be mine or she...will....BURN!

Frollo:
Their heathen ways inflame the people's lowest instincts, and they must... be... stopped!

Frollo:
Such a clever witch. So typical of your kind to twist the truth; to cloud the mind with unholy thoughts!

Frollo:
You idiot! That wasn't kindness, it was cunning! She's a gypsy! Gypsies are not capable of real love! Think, boy! Think of your mother!

Frollo:
The sentence for insubordination is death. Such a pity. You threw away a promising career.

Frollo:
[regarding Phoebus, escaping on Frollo's stallion] Get him! And don't hit my horse!

Frollo:
Don't waste your arrows. Let the traitor rot in his watery grave!

Frollo:
[bluffing to Quasimodo] I know where her hideout is and tomorrow at dawn, I'll attack with a thousand men! (grins evilly as part of his trick as he leaves)

Frollo:
And look what else caught under my net: Captain Phoebus, back from the dead. Another "miracle", no doubt. I shall remedy that.

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!

Frollo:
And He shall smite the wicked and plunge them into the fiery pit! (his last words, before falling off the Cathedral to his death)

Frollo:
This is an unholy demon. I'm sending it back to hell, where it belongs.

Frollo:
Remember what I've taught you, Quasimodo.

Frollo:
How dare you defy me?!

Frollo:
[to Quasimodo] I think...you're hiding something.

Frollo:
[To the archdeacon] Silence, you old fool! [throws him down the stairs] The hunchback and I have unfinished business to attend to, and this time, you will not interfere!

Clopin:
This is the tale, the tale of a man, and a monster...

Clopin:
[singing] Now here is a riddle to guess if you can, sing the bells of Notre Dame/What makes a monster and what makes a man?

Clopin:
[singing] Justice is swift in the court of miracles/I am the lawyer and judge, all in one!/We like to get the trial over with quickly because it's the sentence that's really the fun! [spoken] Any last words? [Phoebus and Quasimodo muffle in protest] That's what they all say.

Clopin:
Well well well. What have we here?

Clopin:
[referring to Notre Dame's bells] Listen. They're beautiful, no? So many colorful sounds, so many changing moods. Because you know, they do not ring all by themselves.

Clopin:
[singing] It's the day we do the things that we deplore/On the other three-hundred and sixty-four!

Clopin:
[pointing dramatically at Quasimodo and Phoebus] Don't interrupt me! You're very clever to have found our hideaway. Unfortunately, you won't live to tell the tale.

Clopin:
And Frollo gave the child a cruel name. A name that means half-formed. Quasimodo.

Clopin:
Ladies and Gentlemen, don't panic! We asked for the ugliest face in Paris, and here it is! Quasimodo, the hunchback of Notre Dame!

Phoebus:
Hmm? Uh-Uh. Leave town for a couple of decades and they change everything.

Phoebus:
I was summoned from the wars to capture fortune-tellers and palm-readers?

Phoebus:
[to Esmeralda] Permit me, I'm Phoebus. It means "Sun god".

Phoebus:
[To Quasimodo] Oh, and one more thing. Tell Esmeralda she's very lucky...to have a friend like you.

Phoebus:
[to Frollo, when he orders him to burn a miller's house] With all due respect, sir, I was not trained to murder the innocent.

Phoebus:
[as Esmeralda pours wine on his wound] AAAAAGH! Yes! Mmmm. Feels like a 1470 burgundy. Not a good year.

Phoebus:
[to Quasimodo, when he refuses to leave the bell tower and warn Esmeralda] She stood up for you! You've got a funny way of showing gratitude. Well, I'm not gonna sit by and watch Frollo massacre innocent people. You do what you think is right.

Phoebus:
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?

Phoebus:
[repeated lines] Achilles, sit.

Archdeacon:
[singing] See there the innocent blood you have spilt on the steps of Notre Dame.

Archdeacon:
[to Esmeralda] Don't worry. Minister Frollo learned years ago to respect the sanctity of the Church.

Archdeacon:
[singing] You can lie to yourself and your minions, you can claim you haven't a qualm, but you never can run from nor hide what you've done from the eyes, the very eyes of Notre Dame!

Archdeacon:
Frollo, have you gone mad? I will not tolerate this assault on the house of God!

Clopin:
Who is this creature?

Puppet:
Who?

Clopin:
What is he?

Puppet:
What?

Clopin:
And how did he come to be there?

Puppet:
How?

Clopin:
[hits the puppet with a stick] Hush!

Puppet:
Ooow...

Frollo:
Dear boy, whomever were you talking to?

Quasimodo:
My...friends.

Frollo:
I see. 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.

Frollo:
Shall we review your alphabet today?

Quasimodo:
Oh. Yes, master, I'd like that very much.

Frollo:
Very well. A?

Quasimodo:
Abomination.

Frollo:
B?

Quasimodo:
Blasphemy.

Frollo:
C?

Quasimodo:
C-Contrition.

Frollo:
D?

Quasimodo:
Damnation.

Frollo:
E?

Quasimodo:
Eternal damnation.

Frollo:
Good. F? [takes a sip of his drink]

Quasimodo:
[distracted] Festival.

Frollo:
[spits out his drink] Excuse me?

Quasimodo:
F-forgiveness!

Frollo:
You said "festival" You're thinking of going to the festival right?

[Referring to Esmeralda, who's dancing at the festival.]

Frollo:
Look at that disgusting display.

Phoebus:
[In love with Esmeralda] Yes, sir!

[Esmeralda is holding Phoebus at swordpoint.]

Phoebus:
Easy, easy--I just shaved this morning.

Esmeralda:
Oh, really? You missed a spot.

Esmeralda:
You sneaky son of a...

Phoebus:
[interrupting] Ah-ah-ah, watch it. You're in a church.

Phoebus:
You fight almost as well as a man!

Esmeralda:
Funny. I was going to say the same thing about you.

Esmeralda:
Don't worry Djali, if Frollo thinks he he can keep us here, he's wrong.

Archdeacon:
Don't act rashly, my child. You created quite a stir at the festival. It would be unwise to arouse Frollo's anger further.

Esmeralda:
You saw what he did out there. Letting the crowd torture that poor boy? I thought if just one person could stand up to him, then... [sighs] What do they have against people who are different, anyway?

Archdeacon:
You can't right all of the wrongs of this world by yourself.

Esmeralda:
No one out there is going to help me. That's for sure.

Archdeacon:
Well, perhaps there's someone in here who can.

Victor:
You musn't run too fast or she'll get away.

Quasimodo:
i know, uh, that's what i...

Hugo:
give her some slack, then reel her in. Then give her some slack, then reel her in. Then give her some slack...{Laverne hits him on the head]

Laverne:
Knock it off, Hugo. She's a girl, not a mackerel!

Esmeralda:
[to Quasimodo] And maybe Frollo's wrong about the both of us.

[Unbeknownst to them, the gargoyles are eavesdropping.]

Hugo:
What did she say?

Laverne:
Frollo's nose is long and wears a truss.

Hugo:
Ha! Told you! Pay up!

Victor:
Oh, dear. [Gives him a coin]

Hugo:
Chump.

Hugo:
Hey, hey! there he is! [the gargoyles appluad and cheer Quasimodo]

Victor:
Ebi li si mo! You ejected that tin-plated bafoon with great panache!

Hugo:
The nerve of him! Snoopin' around here tryin' to steal your girl.

Quasimodo:
My girl?

Laverne:
Esmeralda. Dark hair, works with a goat, remember?

Hugo:
Boy, I do. Way to go, loverboy!

Quasimodo:
[chuckles] "Loverboy"? oh, no, no.

Laverne:
Oh, don't be soo modest.

Quasimodo:
Look, I appreciate what you're all trying to do. But let's not fool ourselves. "Ugliest face in all Paris" remember? I don't think I'm her type.

Phoebus:
Good morning, sir. [notices Frollo looking a little pale] Are you feeling all right?

Frollo:
[after seeing visions of Esmeralda in his fire all night] I had a little...trouble with the fireplace.

[Frollo has barred a miller and his family inside their home]

Frollo:
Burn it.

Phoebus:
[disgusted] What?!

Frollo:
Until it smoulders. [places a torch in Phoebus's hand] These people are traitors and must be made examples of.

Phoebus:
With all due respect sir, I was not trained to murder the innocent.

Frollo:
But you were trained to follow orders! [Phoebus angrily douses the torch. Frollo snarls in outrage] Insolent coward!

Laverne:
[to Quasimodo] We always said you were the cute one.

Hugo:
I thought I was the cute one!

Laverne:
No, you're the fat, stupid one with the big mouth!

Hugo:
What're you sayin', exactly?

Phoebus:
Esmeralda?

Esmeralda:
Shh. Shh. Shh. You'll hide here until you're strong enough to move. [takes out a bottle of wine]

Phoebus:
Great. I could use a drink. [Esmeralda carefully pours it over his wound] Agh! Yes, hmmm. Feels like a 1470 Burgundy. Not a good year.

Esmeralda:
[starts stitching up Phoebus' wound] That family owes you their lives. You've got to be either the single bravest soldier I've ever seen or the craziest.

Phoebus:
Ex-soldier, remember? [winces in pain] Why is it, whenever we meet, I end up bleeding?

Esmeralda:
[finishes up] You're lucky. That arrow almost pierced your heart.

Phoebus:
[holds her hand] I'm not so sure it didn't.

Frollo:
[holds up the wooden doll of Esmerelda] Isn't this one new? It's awfully good. Looks very much like the... gypsy girl. I know... you helped her ESCAPE!

Quasimodo:
I...

Frollo:
And now all Paris is burning, because of YOU!

Quasimodo:
She was kind to me, master.

Frollo:
YOU IDIOT!! That wasn't kindness, it was cunning! She's a gypsy! Gypsies are not capable of real love! Think, boy! Think of your mother! [gently] But what chance could a poor, misshapen child like you have against her heathen treachery? [with his knife, he stabs the doll and holds it up to the candle, setting it on fire] Well, never you mind, Quasimodo. She'll be out of our lives soon enough. I will free you from her evil spell, she will torment you no longer.

Quasimodo:
What do you mean?

Frollo:
I know where her hideout is. And tomorrow, at dawn, I attack with a thousand men. [he leaves]

Quasimodo:
Is this the Court of Miracles?

Phoebus:
Offhand, I'd say it's the Court of Ankle-Deep Sewage. Cheerful place.[chuckles] Kinda makes ya wish ya got out more often eh, Quasi?

Quasimodo:
Not me. I just want to warn Esmeralda and get back to the bell tower before i get in more trouble.

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 torch is blown out] or an ambush.

Esmeralda:
[stopping Clopin as he is about to hang Quasimodo and Phoebus, since he thinks they are Frollo's spies] STOP!

Quasimodo and Phoebus:
[muffled] Esmerelda!

Esmeralda:
[untying Quasimodo and Pheobus] These men aren't spies, they're our friends!

Clopin:
[apparently puzzled] Then why didn't they say so?

Quasimodo and Phoebus:
We DID say so!

Phoebus:
[to Esmeralda] Don't thank me, thank Quasimodo. Without his help, we never could have found our way here.

Frollo:
Nor would I!

[Quasimodo is chained up, and the gargoyles are trying to get him to "wake up"]

Hugo:
Come on Quasi, snap out of it.

Victor:
Your friends are down there.

Quasimodo:
It's all my fault.

Laverne:
Ya gotta break these chains!

Quasimodo:
I can't. I tried, what difference would it make?

Victor:
But you can't let Frollo win!

Quasimodo:
He already has.

Hugo:
So you're, you're giving up? That's it?

Laverne:
These chains aren't what's holding you back, Quasimodo. (This is the first time the gargoyles have ever called him Quasimodo to his face)

Quasimodo:
Leave me alone.

[All the gargoyles are shocked, and they slowly begin to "walk" away]

Hugo:
Ok, ok Quasi, we'll leave you alone.

Victor:
After all, we're only made out of stone.

Laverne:
We just thought maybe you were made of something stronger.

[The gargoyles then turn inanimate, leaving Quasimodo with that, "made of something stronger"]

Frollo:
I should have known you'd risk your life to save that gypsy witch - just as your own mother died trying to save you.

Quasimodo:
[realizes what Frollo's saying] ...What?!

Frollo:
Now, I'm going to do what I should have done... twenty years ago!!

Hugo:
Hey, Quasi, what's going on out there? A fight? A flogging?

Victor:
A festival.

Hugo:
You mean the Feast of Fools? All right, all right! Pour the wine and cut the cheese.

Victor:
It is a treat to watch the colorful pageantry of the simple peasant folk.

Hugo:
Boy, nothin' like balcony seats for watching the ol' F.O.F.

Quasimodo:
Yeah, watching. [Quasimodo leaves, downcast]

Hugo:
Oh, look. A mime. [Hugo prepares to spit on the mime, Victor stops him]

Clopin:
Who is this creature?

Puppet:
Who?

Clopin:
What is he?

Puppet:
What?

Clopin:
How did he come to be there?

Puppet:
How?

Clopin:
[hits the puppet with a stick] Hush!

Puppet:
Ow.

Clopin:
[to children] Clopin will tell you a tale. A tale of a man...and a monster.

Frollo:
Oh, the real war, Captain, is what you see before you. For twenty years, I have been taking care of the gypsies, one...by...one. [On each of the last three words, Frollo crushes one of three ants on a tile. He flips the tile over, revealing scores of ants scurrying around underneath.] And yet, for all of my success, they have thrived. 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 slams the tile back down upside down, crushing the remainder of the ants.] You make your point perfectly clear, sir.

Oafish Guard:
You think he's ugly now? Watch this! [Throws a tomato at Quasimodo's face, everyone gasps] Now that's ugly!!!!

Frollo:
[Points at Esmeralda] You! Gypsy girl! Get down at once!

Esmeralda:
Yes, your honor. Just as soon as I free this poor creature.

Frollo:
Which you know is forbidden! [Esmeralda pulls out a knife and cuts the rope tying Quasimodo to the wheel] How dare you defy me!

Esmeralda You mistreat this poor boy the same way you mistreat my people! You speak of justice that you were called You speak of justice, yet you are cruel to those most in need of your help!

Frollo:
Silence!

Esmeralda:
JUSTICE!

[Everyone gasps]

Frollo:
Mark my words, gypsy. You will pay for this insolence.

Esmeralda:
Then it appears we've crowned the wrong fool. [picks up King of Fools' crown] The only fool I see is you!

[throws it at Frollo's feet; Djali raspberries Frollo]

Frollo:
[yelling] OOOOOOOOOOOOFF WITH HER HEAD!!!!!!!!!

Esmeralda:
[takes Phoebus' sword] You!

Phoebus:
Easy! Easy! I-I just shaved this morning.

Esmeralda:
[points Phoebus' sword at his goatee] Oh, really? You missed a spot.

Phoebus:
Alright, alright, just-just-just calm down. Just give me a chance to apologize.

Esmeralda:
For what?

Phoebus:
[takes back his sword, and side-sweeps Esmeralda] That, for example.

Esmeralda:
[angrily] You sneaky son-of-a--

Phoebus:
[interrupting] Ah-ah-ah, watch it. We're in a church.

Esmeralda:
Are you always this charming, or am I just lucky? [uses candle-staff]

Phoebus:
Ha-ha-ha-ha! Candlelight, privacy, music. Can't think of a better place for hand-to-hand combat. You fight almost as well as a man!

Esmeralda:
Funny. I was going to say the same thing about you!

Phoebus:
That's hitting a little below the belt, don't you think?

Esmeralda:
No. This is.

[Phoebus avoids getting hit in the groin, but gets hit in the mouth by the candle-staff]

Phoebus:
[blubbers] Touché. [gets rammed in the stomach by Djali] Oof! I didn't know you had a kid.

Esmeralda:
Well, he doesn't take to kindly to soldiers.

Phoebus:
[painfully] Eh! I noticed. [normally] Permit me. I'm Phoebus. It means "Sun god." [Esmeralda and Djali look at each other, incredulously] And you are?

Esmeralda:
Is this an interrogation?

Phoebus:
I believe it's called an introduction.

Esmeralda:
You're not arresting me?

Phoebus:
Not as long as you're in here. I can't.

Esmeralda:
Huh. You're not at all like the other soldiers. [puts down the candle staff]

Phoebus:
Thank you.

Esmeralda:
So, if you're not going to arrest me, what do you want?

Phoebus:
I'd settle for your name.

Esmeralda:
[smiling] Esmeralda.

Phoebus:
Beautiful. Much better than Phoebus, anyway.

[Paris was about to explode into flames while Frollo and the guards were searching for Esmeralda. In the bell tower, Victor and Laverne were upset, looking out.]

Laverne:
Oh, it doesn't look good.

Victor:
It's hopeless. Absolutely hopeless.

Hugo:
[playing cards with a pigeon, not paying attention] You're telling me! I'm losing to a bird!

Esmeralda:
[stopping Clopin as he is about to hang Quasimodo and Phoebus, thinking they're Frollo's spies] STOP!

Quasimodo and Phoebus:
[muffled] Esmeralda!

Esmeralda:
[untying Quasimodo and Pheobus] These men aren't spies, they're our friends!

Clopin:
[confused] Why didn't they say so?

Quasimodo and Phoebus:
We did say so!

Esmeralda:
This is the soldier who saved the miller's family, and Quasimodo helped me escape the cathedral.

Phoebus:
We came to warn you! Frollo's coming! He says he know where you're hiding, and he's attacking at dawn with a thousand men!

Esmeralda:
Then let's waste no time. We must leave immediately. [the gypsies hurry to escape] You took a terrible risk coming here. It may not exactly show, but we're grateful.

[Phoebus sees Quasimodo sad seeing Esmeralda hug Phoebus]

Phoebus:
[to Esmeralda] Don't thank me, thank Quasimodo. Without his help, I would never have found my way here.

Frollo:
[off-screen] Nor would I.

[Quasimodo is chained up, and the gargoyles are trying to snap him out of his depression]

Hugo:
Come on, Quasi, snap out of it!

Victor:
Your friends are down there!

Quasimodo:
It's all my fault.

Laverne:
Ya gotta break these chains!

Quasimodo:
I can't. I tried. What difference would it make?

Victor:
But you can't let Frollo win!

Quasimodo:
He already has.

Hugo:
So you're-- You're givin' up? That's it?

Laverne:
These chains aren't what's holdin' you back, Quasimodo.

Quasimodo:
Leave me alone.

[All the gargoyles are shocked, and they slowly begin to stone-walk away]

Hugo:
Okay. Okay, Quasi. We'll leave ya alone.

Victor:
After all, we're only made out of stone.

Laverne:
We just thought maybe you were made of something stronger.

[The gargoyles then turn to stone, leaving Quasimodo with the line "Made of something stronger."]

Frollo:
For justice, for Paris, and for her own salvation, it is my sacred duty to send this unholy demon back where she belongs! [lights the fuse]

[crowd yells in protest against having the bomb go off and Esmeralda die in fire]

Quasimodo:
[bellowing] No!

Quasimodo:
[to Esmeralda] We've done it, Esmeralda; We've beaten them back! Come and see! [Esmeralda doesn't respond] Esmeralda, wake up. You're safe now. [worried] Esmeralda? [shocked] Oh, no. [tries giving Esmeralda water, but she doesn't wake up] [tearfully] Oh, no. [Laverne closes the door and the Gargoyles leave to give Quasimodo an emotional moment as he cries, thinking Esmeralda died. Frollo, however, steps in, with a dagger behind his back] [whispers angrily] You killed her.

Frollo:
It was my duty. Horrible as it was, I hope you'll forgive me. [as Quasimodo hyperventilates] There, there, Quasimodo. I know it hurts. But now the time has come to end your suffering... forever.

[as Frollo draws a dagger, Quasimodo notices his shadow and gasps in horror, so he grabs Frollo's arm, and after a struggle, Quasimodo manages to snatch the dagger and bravely corners Frollo, angrily hyperventilating.]

Frollo:
[nervously as Quasimodo advances on him] Now, now-- L-- Listen to me, Quasimodo.

Quasimodo:
[about to cry] No! You listen. All my life, you've told me the world is a dark, cruel place. But now I see that the only thing dark [throws the dagger to the floor] and cruel about it is people like you!

Esmeralda:
[weakly] Quasimodo?

Quasimodo:
[relieved] Esmeralda!

Frollo:
She lives. [draws his sword]

Quasimodo:
No!

[Quasimodo runs out of the room.]

[Frollo finds Quasimodo and Esmeralda]

Frollo:
Leaving so soon? [swings his sword, but misses]

Villager:
[on ground] Look! Up there!

Quasimodo:
Hang on!

[Frollo is about to kill Esmeralda, but Quasimodo pushes her out of the way.]

Frollo:
I should have known you'd risk your life to save that gypsy witch, just as your own mother died trying to save you.

Quasimodo:
[realizes what Frollo's saying; shocked] What?

Frollo:
Now, I'm going to do what I should have done... 20 years ago!

[Frollo throws his cape over Quasimodo's face and tries to throw him down, and at the same time, Frollo also falls, but Quasimodo holds Frollo's cape, and Esmeralda grabs Quasimodo. Frollo sees a gargoyle and swings to it and grabs it.]

Esmeralda:
[grunting] Hold on. Hold on.

[Quasimodo loses consciousness and drops Frollo's cape, as Frollo stands on top of the gargoyle and laughs evilly. He raises his sword.]

Frollo:
[his last words] And He shall smite the wicked, and plunge them into the fiery pit!

[The gargoyle Frollo's standing on starts to collapse beneath him, and he drops his sword and grabs the gargoyle as it roars, and he screams in horror as he falls into a sea of molten copper]

Esmeralda:
[losing her grip] Quasimodo. Quasi-- [drops Quasimodo] No!

[Phoebus catches Quasimodo, saving his life.]

[last line, after closing credits end]

Hugo:
Good night, everybody! Whoo-hoo-hoo!

[Esmeralda finishes singing "God Help the Outcasts" in the center of the light from the window. Quasimodo smiles, but he is unexpectedly spotted by a Parishioner, thinking he's going to cause trouble.]

Parishioner:
You! Bell Ringer! What are you doing down here? [Quasimodo is startled by the Parishioner and accidentally knocks down a candle-staff. Esmeralda and Djali see this, and are shocked at the Parishioner's actions] Haven't you caused enough trouble already?

[Quasimodo retreats back to the bell tower with Esmeralda and Djali following him from behind, while the Parishioner is scolded by the Archdeacon for making a scene (off-screen).]

Esmeralda:
Wait! I want to talk to you.

[Quasimodo comes out of the top of the staircase with Esmeralda and Djali behind him and the Gargoyles watch them from above.]

Laverne:
Look! He's got a friend with him.

Hugo:
Yeah! Maybe today wasn't a total loss after all.

Victor:
A vision of loveliness.

Hugo:
The one in the dress ain't bad either.

I am so much purer then the common men