Now All of Paris Is Burning Because You Dont Know Your Alphabet

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Laverne: [to Quasimodo] Quasi, take it from an erstwhile spectator. Life's not a spectator sport. If watchin' is all you're gonna do, then you lot're gonna lookout man your life get by without ya.

Esmeralda: [singing] I ask for nothing, I can become past / But I know so many less lucky than I / Delight help my people, the poor and downtrod / I thought we all were the children of God / God help the outcasts, children of God.

Esmeralda: [singing] I don't know if you lot can hear me / Or if you lot're fifty-fifty there / I don't know if yous would listen / To a Gypsy's prayer / Yes, I know I'm just an outcast / I shouldn't speak to you / Still, I encounter your face and wonder / Were you once an outcast, too?

Frollo: You, Gypsy girl! Get down at once!

Esmeralda: Yes, Your Honor. Just as presently as I free this poor animate being.

Frollo: I for-bid it!

[Esmeralda cuts the ropes tying Quasimodo to the wheel]

Frollo: How dare yous defy me?

Esmeralda: You mistreat this poor male child the same style yous mistreat my people. You lot speak of justice, still you are savage to those almost in need of your help!

Frollo: Silence!

Esmeralda: Justice!

[the oversupply gasps in anaesthesia]

Frollo: Marker my words, Gypsy, you will pay for this insolence.

Esmeralda: Then it appears we've crowned the wrong fool. The only fool I see is y'all!

[tosses Rex of Fool's crown at Frollo's feet]

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

The Archdeacon: [singing] Come across, there, the innocent blood y'all accept spilt on the steps of Notre Matriarch.

Frollo: I am guiltless. She ran, I pursued.

The Archdeacon: [singing] Now y'all would add this child'south blood to your guilt on the steps of Notre Matriarch!

Frollo: My conscience is clear.

The Archdeacon: [singing] You can prevarication to yourself and your minions, y'all tin claim that you haven't a qualm, merely you never can run from nor hibernate what you've done from the eyes!

[pointing to statues of saints]

The Archdeacon: The very eyes of Notre Dame!

Quasimodo: [hollering loudly after rescuing Esmeralda from Frollo; the people answer his shouts by cheering] SANCTUARY! SANCTUARY! SANCTUARY!

Phoebus: [Upon realizing that Frollo knows where Esmeralda is hiding and that he will assail, Quasimodo feels equally though he should help. Phoebus groans from nether the table from which he was hidden from Frollo. Once Frollo leaves, he gets out] We'll have to find the Court of Miracles before daybreak. If Frollo gets there kickoff...

[Starts walking, but Quasimodo does non follow; he just looks at Phoebus with the saddened realization that Esmeralda loves Phoebus, not him. Phoebus turns to him]

Phoebus: Are you coming with me?

Quasimodo: [Looks down, yet saddened] I can't.

Phoebus: [as Quasi gets upwardly] I thought you were Esmeralda's friend.

Quasimodo: Frollo's my main; I *tin't* disobey him again.

[He turns away and grabs his shoulders]

Phoebus: She stood up for you. Yous've got a funny way of showing gratitude.

[Quasimodo doesn't respond. Phoebus stares disapprovingly at him every bit he grab his own shoulder]

Phoebus: Well, I'chiliad not going to sit by and watch Frollo *massacre* innocent people.

[Walks off]

Phoebus: You lot practise what you call up is right.

Quasimodo: [He remains silent and then turns to his side. The gargoyles, Hugo, Victor, and Laverne, look at him with disappointment evident in their faces; he speaks softly to them at first, then snaps] What? What am I supposed to exercise?

[Frustrated and sarcastic tone, in an arm-flailing manner]

Quasimodo: Go out there and rescue the *daughter* from the - from the jaws of death, then the *whole town'll* cheer like I'm some kind of a *hero*? She already has her knight-in-shining-armor, and it's *non* me!

[sighs]

Quasimodo: Frollo was right. Frollo was right about everything...

[Looks down; softly]

Quasimodo: and I'grand *tired* of trying to be something that I'm not.

[Upon looking down, he catches a glimpse of his hand; he recalls what Esmeralda told him of having "no monster lines." He looks onto the floor and sees the scorched wooden sculpture of Esmeralda that he made which Frollo torched earlier. Finally, he pulls out the amulet she gave him before that could lead him to her. He then looks up with hope and realizes how important she was to him and how he is the merely one who may know where she is; he only might be able to warn her of Frollo'southward attack. Laverne taps his shoulder twice and offers his hooded navy cloak]

Quasimodo: [whispering every bit he hesitantly grabs his cloak and hurries away to grab up with Phoebus] I must be out of my mind.

Frollo: [as Quasimodo towers over him after he throws Frollo to the floor and steals his dagger] Now, now... L-Listen to me, Quasimodo...

Quasimodo: [wailing accusingly] No, *you* heed! All my life, you take told me that the world is a dark, cruel place. Only now I see that the merely thing dark and cruel about it is people like yous...!

Esmeralda: [awakening] Quasimodo?

Quasimodo: [skipping over to her and scooping her up] Esmeralda!

Frollo: She lives.

[he draws his sword]

Quasimodo: *No*!

Quasimodo: [to a baby bird] Skillful morn.

[the babe bird chirps in greeting]

Quasimodo: Will today be the solar day? Are you ready to wing?

[baby bird chirps sadly]

Quasimodo: Yous certain? Proficient day to try.

[lifts the bird out of the nest]

Quasimodo: Why, if-if I picked a 24-hour interval to fly, oh, this would exist it. The Festival of Fools!

[the baby bird gulps, then chirps sadly once again]

Quasimodo: It'll be fun, with jugglers, an-and music and dancing!

[the baby bird now starts flapping its wings, and flies in place as Quasimodo chuckles, until a flock of birds flies past, and so the bird chirps excitedly]

Quasimodo: Go on! Nobody wants to be cooped upward here forever.

[the bird chirps happily, so flies away to join the flock]

[describing the bells]

Clopin: Listen. They're beautiful, no? So many colors of sound, so many changing moods. Considering, you know, they do not band all past themselves.

Puppet: They don't?

Clopin: No, y'all silly boy. Up there, high, high in the nighttime bell tower, lives the mysterious bell ringer. Who is this brute?

Puppet: Who?

Clopin: What is he?

Puppet: What?

Clopin: How did he come to be there?

Boob: How?

Clopin: Hush!

Boob: Ow!

Clopin: Clopin will tell y'all. It is a tale, a tale of a human being, and a monster.

Phoebus: Esmeralda?

Esmeralda: Shh. Shh. Shh. You lot'll hide here until you're strong plenty to move.

[Esmeralda pulls out a flask]

Phoebus: Great. I could employ a drink.

[Esmeralda pours information technology on his wound, and Phoebus cries out in hurting]

Phoebus: Yessssss! Mmmm. Feels like a 1470 Burgundy. Not a good year.

Phoebus: [to Esmeralda] Candlelight, privacy, music. Tin can't recollect of a ameliorate place for manus-to-manus gainsay.

Esmeralda: What is this place?

Quasimodo: This is where I live.

Esmeralda: Did you lot brand all these things yourself?

Quasimodo: Nigh of them.

Esmeralda: This is beautiful. Oh, if I could do this, you wouldn't find me dancing in the streets for coins.

Quasimodo: Simply yous're a wonderful dancer.

Esmeralda: Well, it keeps bread on the table, anyway. What's this?

Quasimodo: [rushing toward the table] Oh! No, please, I-I-I'thou non finished; I-I-I still have to pigment them.

Esmeralda: It's the blacksmith. And the baker! You're a surprising person, Quasimodo.

Quasimodo: You are proficient to me master. I'm deplorable.

Frollo: You're forgiven. But think Quasimodo, this is your sanctuary.

[Frollo leaves]

Quasimodo: My sanctuary.

Quasimodo: [singing] Out there amidst the millers and the weavers and their wives / Through the roofs and gables I tin can run into them / Every day they shout and scold and go near 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 past the Seine, taste a morning out there / Like ordinary men, who freely walk about in that location / Just one day, then I swear I'll be content / With my share / Won't resent, won't despair, one-time and bent, I won't care / I'll have spent i twenty-four hour period out there!

Quasimodo: [Introducing the bells to Esmeralda] That's Trivial Sophia. And Jeanne-Marie, Anne-Marie, Louise-Marie. Triplets, you know.

Esmeralda: And who is this?

Quasimodo: [jumping down] *Big* Marie.

Esmeralda: [Inside the bell] Hi!

[Bell resonates]

Quasimodo: She likes you lot. Would yous like to see more than?

[later on the nighttime with the visions]

Phoebus: Good morn, sir. Are you feeling all correct?

Frollo: I had a fiddling trouble with the fireplace.

Esmeralda: Perhaps Frollo's incorrect well-nigh the both of u.s.a..

[the gargoyles are eavesdropping]

Hugo: What did she say?

Laverne: Frollo'southward olfactory organ is long, and he wears a truss.

Hugo: Ha! Told ya. Pay upwardly.

Victor: Oh, dear...

[hands him a coin]

Hugo: [takes the money] Doormat!

Phoebus: [to the Parisians] Citizens of Paris! Frollo has persecuted our people, ransacked our metropolis. And now he has declared war on Notre Dame herself! Volition we allow it?

Phoebus: Why is it, whenever we meet, I end up bleeding?

Esmeralda: You're lucky. That arrow nigh pierced your eye.

Phoebus: [holding her hand to his middle] I'yard not and so sure it didn't.

[Frollo climbs atop a gargoyle and raises his sword to Esmeralda and Quasimodo. His eyes burn yellow with pure hate and malice]

Frollo: And he shall smite the wicked and *plunge* them into the firey pit!

[the gargoyle upon which he stands starts to break autonomously and he stumbles merely holds onto it. It comes to life and roars in his face as information technology breaks off completely and falls to urban center beneath, taking a screaming Frollo with information technology]

Clopin: [singing] Now here is a riddle / To estimate if you can / Sing the bells of Notre Matriarch / Who is the monster / And who is the homo?/ Sing the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells / Bells of Notre Dame

Phoebus: Speaking of trouble, we should accept run across some by now.

Quasimodo: What do yous hateful?

Phoebus: You know, a guard, a booby trap...

[his torchlight promptly goes out, leaving them in darkness]

Phoebus: ...or an ambush.

Frollo: [picks up ane of Quasimodo's wooden figures] Isn't this one new? It's awfully skillful. Looks very much like the Gypsy girl. I know... you lot helped her ES-Greatcoat!

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, information technology was cunning! She's a Gypsy!

[pulling Quasi past the collar]

Frollo: Gypsies are not capable of real dear!

[shaking Quasi]

Frollo: Think, boy! Remember 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'due south how it works?

[the catapult deploys, flipping over and hitting the guards]

Hugo: Works for me!

Frollo: Look at that disgusting brandish.

Phoebus: [raising his visor] Yes, sir!

Frollo: [singing] Protect me, Maria / Don't let the siren bandage her spell / Don't permit her burn sear my flesh and os / Destroy Esmeralda / And let her taste the fires of hell / Or else allow her be mine and mine alone.

Quasimodo: Simply y-y-you're not like other Gypsies; they are... evil.

Esmeralda: Who told you that?

Quasimodo: My main, Frollo. He raised me.

Esmeralda: How can such a vicious homo take raised someone like you...?

Quasimodo: Vicious? Oh, no. He saved my life! He took me in when no i else would. I am a monster, yous know.

Esmeralda: He told you that?

Quasimodo: *Wait* at me.

Esmeralda: [Frowns slightly] Give me your paw.

Quasimodo: What?

Esmeralda: Just let me see it.

[reading Quasimodo's palm]

Esmeralda: Hmm, a long lifeline... Oh, and *this* one ways you're shy. Hmmmmm. Mm, mm, mm... Well, that'due south funny...

Quasimodo: What?

Esmeralda: I don't see any...

Quasimodo: Whatever what?

Esmeralda: Monster lines. Not a single one.

Esmeralda: [holds out her hand while Quasi briefly studies his own] Now, you wait at me. Do you lot think *I'thou* evil?

Quasimodo: *No*! No-no, y-you are kind, and *proficient*, and... and...

Esmeralda: And a Gypsy. And maybe Frollo'due south wrong about the both of usa.

Clopin: [singing] At present that we've seen all the evidence...

Boob: Wait! I object!

Clopin: Overruled!

Puppet: I object!

Clopin: Tranquility!

Boob: Dang.

Clopin: [singing] Nosotros find you totally innocent... which is the worst crime of all...

Gypsies: So You lot'RE GOING TO HANG!

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

Phoebus: Consider information technology my highest honor, sir.

Frollo: The Gypsies live outside the normal order. Their heathen means inflame the people'southward everyman instincts. And they must be stopped.

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

Frollo: Ah, the existent war, Captain, is what you run into before you lot. For twenty years I have been "taking intendance" of the Gypsies...

[squashes ants on the sill]

Frollo: ...one by ane. And yet, for all my success, they accept thrived.

[lifts cake to expose a swarm of bugs]

Frollo: I believe they have a condom 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 nearly information technology, sir?

[Frollo smashes the cake over the bugs]

Phoebus: Y'all make your point quite vividly, sir.

Frollo: Dearest boy, whomever are yous talking to?

Quasimodo: My... friends.

Frollo: I see.

Frollo: [taps the caput of 1 of the gargoyles] And what are your friends made of, Quasimodo?

Quasimodo: Stone.

Frollo: Tin stone talk?

Quasimodo: No, it tin can't.

Frollo: That'due south right. Yous're a smart lad.

[Quasimodo is chained downwardly, the gargoyles are encouraging him to costless himself]

Hugo: Come on, Quasi, snap out of information technology!

Victor: Your friends are down there!

Quasimodo: [despondently and weakly] It's all my error.

Laverne: [as she, Hugo, and Victor try tugging the chains] You gotta break these chains!

Quasimodo: [slightly indignantly] I can't. I tried. What deviation would it brand?

Victor: But you can't let Frollo *win*!

Quasimodo: [despondently again] He already has.

Hugo: [dropping the bondage] Say, you're giving up? That's it?

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

Quasimodo: [snapping firmly] Exit me solitary!

Hugo: [meekly] Okay. Okay, Quasi. Nosotros'll leave you alone.

Victor: After all, nosotros're only fabricated out of stone.

[he and Hugo plough to rock]

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

[turns to stone]

Laverne: [pause; Frollo'south voice drifts upward from beneath]

Frollo: For justice, for Paris, and for her own salvation, it is my sacred duty to send this unholy demon... dorsum where she belongs!

[he fires the kindling while the crowd indistinctly shouts in protest]

Quasimodo: *Nooooooooooooooo!*

[the chains snap taut, the bells resonate equally the pillars Quasimodo is chained to break and fall]

Hugo: [to Quasi] Aye, you're human, with the flesh, and the hair, and the belly button lint. We're just function of the compages. Right, Victor?

Victor: Nevertheless, if y'all bit us, shall we not bit? If you moisten united states of america, do we not grow moss?

Hugo: What're you guys talkin' almost? If I knew Esmeralda, she'south three steps ahead of Frollo and well outta harm'south way.

Quasimodo: [doubtfully] Do you lot really recall so?

Hugo: Hey, when things absurd off, she'll be back. You'll run into.

Quasimodo: [puzzledly] What makes you then certain?

Laverne: Because she likes ya.

[ruffling Quasi'south pilus]

Laverne: We ever said y'all were the cute 1.

Hugo: [eating crackers and cheese] I thought *I* was the cute i!

Laverne: No, yous're the fatty, stupid ane with the big mouth!

Hugo: Whatcha sayin', exactly?

Quasimodo: [singing] And then many times out there / I've watched a happy pair / Of lovers walking in the night / They had a kind of glow effectually them / It almost looks like Heaven's lite / I knew I'd never know / That warm and loving glow / Though I might wish with all my might / No face as hideous equally my confront / Was always meant for Sky's light / But suddenly an affections has smiled at me / And kissed my cheek without a trace of fear / I dare to dream that she / Might even care for me / And every bit I band these bells this night / My cold, night tower seems so bright / I swear information technology must be Heaven'south light.

Clopin: [singing] So, here is a riddle to approximate if you can, sing the bells of Notre Dame: What makes a monster and what makes a man? Any their pitch, you feel them exorcise you, the rich and the ritual knells of the bells of Notre Dame.

Phoebus: Easy, easy, I simply shaved this morning.

Esmeralda: Oh really? You missed a spot.

Phoebus: Alright, alright, just-just-just at-home downward, just give me a chance to repent.

Esmeralda: For what?

Phoebus: [kick her to the floor] That, for example.

Esmeralda: You sneaky, son of a...

Phoebus: Ah-ah-ah! Watch it. We're in a church.

Esmeralda: Are you e'er this charming, or am I merely lucky?

Phoebus: Ah-ah-ah-ah, candlelight! Privacy! Music... can't think of a amend place for hand to manus combat... You fight virtually every bit well every bit a human being!

Esmeralda: Funny. I was going to say the same thing well-nigh *you lot*!

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

Esmeralda: No. This is.

Phoebus: Touche! Oof!... I didn't know you had a child.

Esmeralda: He doesn't take kindly to strangers.

Frollo: [singing] God have mercy on her...

Chorus: Kyrie Eleison...

Frollo: God take mercy on me...

Chorus: Kyrie Eleison...

Frollo: Only she volition exist mine, or she volition BURN!

Phoebus: You leave town for a couple of decades and they change everything.

Frollo: [singing] It'due south non my error...

Chorus: Mea culpa

[My error]

Frollo: I'1000 non to blame...

Chorus: Mea culpa

[My error]

Frollo: Information technology 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 program...

Chorus: Mea culpa

[My fault]

Frollo: He made the Devil so much stronger than a man.

Chorus: Mea maxima culpa

[My near grievous error]

Brutish Baby-sit: Minister Frollo, the gypsy has escaped.

Frollo: What?

Brutish Baby-sit: She's nowhere in the cathedral. She'southward gone.

Frollo: But how? I...

[intermission]

Frollo: Never listen. Become out, you idiot. I'll find her. I'll detect her if I burn down all of Paris!

Phoebus: [as Quasimodo is cruelly humiliated by the crowd] Sir, request permission to stop this cruelty.

Frollo: In a moment, helm. A lesson needs to be learned hither.

Quasimodo: Is this the Court of Miracles?

Phoebus: Offhand, I'd say it'south the Courtroom of Ankle-deep Sewage. Must be the quondam catacombs.

[Quasimodo stumbles into Esmeralda's tent]

Esmeralda: Hey! Are you all right?

Quasimodo: [hiding his face up with his hood] I-I didn't mean to, I, I'm sorry.

Esmeralda: Oh you're not hurt, are y'all? Here, here, let's run across.

[she lifts Quasimodo's hood from over his face]

Quasimodo: No, no! - N-no!

Esmeralda: There. Run into? No harm done.

[Quasi smiles in relief]

Esmeralda: Just endeavour to be a fiddling more conscientious.

Quasimodo: I, I... I-I will.

Esmeralda: By the way... great mask.

Laverne: [to the pigeons] Don't you ever drift?

Hugo: Only give her some slack, then reel her in! Then give her some slack, then reel her in! Then requite her some slack...

Laverne: [bonking Hugo'due south head to cur him off] Knock it off, Hugo. She's a girl, not a mackerel.

Hugo: Hey, Quasi, what's goin' on out at that place? A fight? A flogging?

Victor: A festival!

Hugo: You hateful the Feast of Fools?

Quasimodo: Uh-huh.

Hugo: All correct, 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: [shoving Quasi bated] Boy, nothin' like balcony seats for watching the ol' F.O.F.

Quasimodo: Yes, watchin'.

[he leaves, downcast]

Hugo: Oh, expect, a mime.

[Hugo prepares to spit on the mime, Victor stops him by clapping his hand over his mouth, so Hugo gulps]

Clopin: And Frollo gave the child a cruel name, a name that ways "one-half-formed" - Quasimodo.

Frollo: I should accept known you would risk your life to save that Gypsy witch, simply equally your ain mother died trying to save you.

Quasimodo: What?

Frollo: At present, I'm going to practice what I should have done... 20 YEARS AGO!

[he throws one cease of his cloak over Quasi, and he falls off, but manages to take hold of the rail and pull Frollo downwardly with the other end of his cloak]

Frollo: [after locking in the miller and his family] Burn it.

Phoebus: What?

Frollo: Until it smolders, these people are traitors, and must exist made examples of.

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

Frollo: Just you were trained to follow orders.

[Phoebus douses his torch]

Frollo: Insolent coward!

Hugo: [singing] Paris, the city of lovers, is glowing this evening / Truthful, that'south because it's on fire, merely still in that location's 50'amour / Somewhere out there in the night / Her eye is as well alight / And I know the guy she just might exist burning for.

Quasimodo: [singing] Safe behind these windows and these parapets of stone / Gazing at the people down below me / All my life I watch them equally I hide up here alone / Hungry for the histories they show me / All my life I memorize their faces / Knowing them as they will never know me / All my life I wonder how it feels to pass a day / Not above them / Simply office of them...

Frollo: [to Esmeralda] You've chosen a magnificent prison, but it is a prison nonetheless. Set one human foot exterior, and you're mine.

Phoebus: [afterward Quasi releases him from his neckband and turns to exit as Quasi watches inquisitively] Oh, and ane more than thing: tell Esmeralda - she's very lucky.

Quasimodo: Why?

Phoebus: [capsule his sword] To accept a friend like you.

[he leaves]

Man In Crowd: That's no mask.

Woman In Oversupply: Information technology'due south his face! He'south hideous!

Human In Oversupply: It'due south the bellringer from Notre Dame!

[the oversupply gasps in fright]

Quasimodo: Oh! Oh! Oh!

[buries his confront in his hands]

Clopin: [actualization onstage reassuring the audience, then soon crowning Quasi] Ladies and gentlemen, don't panic. We asked for the ugliest face in Paris, and hither he is! Quasimodo, the hunchback of Notre Dame!

Quasimodo: [sings] And out there living in the sun / Give me one 24-hour interval out in that location / All I ask is ane to concord forever / Out there where they all alive unaware / What I'd requite, what I'd cartel, only to live ane day out at that place.

Frollo: [to Quasimodo] Oh, my honey Quasimodo. You don't know what information technology'southward similar out at that place. I do. I do.

[sings]

Frollo: The globe is cruel, the world is wicked / It's I alone that you lot tin can trust in this whole city. / I am your merely friend. / I who keep yous, teach y'all, feed you, dress yous / I who look upon yous without fear. / How tin can I protect you boy, unless you always stay in here, / Abroad in here?

Laverne: Nobody wants to stay cooped up here forever.

Quasimodo: [gets up excitedly] You're right! I'll become!

[the gargoyles cheer equally Quasimodo tells them what he'll practice in preparation]

Quasimodo: I'll get cleaned upwardly, I'll stroll down those stairs, and march *through* the doors, and...

Phoebus: I'm pitiful sir, she claimed sanctuary. There's null I can practice.

Frollo: Then drag her exterior and...

The Archdeacon: Frollo! Y'all will non impact her!

[addressing Esmeralda]

The Archdeacon: Don't worry. Minister Frollo learned years ago to respect the sanctity of the church building.

The Archdeacon: [coming downstairs] Frollo, take 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 concern to nourish to. And this time, yous will not interfere.

Frollo: [as Quasi hesitantly reaches downwards to pick up a loose grape so every bit not to wake the unconscious Phoebus, who is subconscious under the table] I think... you lot're hiding something.

Quasimodo: [sitting back up] Oh no, Master, I... There'south no...

Frollo: [interrupting] Y'all're non eating, boy.

Quasimodo: [gobbling his grapes] 'Tis very good. Thank yous.

[we hear Phoebus groan]

Quasimodo: Mmmmmm.

[Phoebus groans again, but Quasi kicks him in the chin to silence him, and so coughs loudly to cover up the noise]

Quasimodo: Seeds.

Esmeralda: Let's see, there's one, two, three, 4, five... ten of you, and only one of me.

[pulling a handkerchief out of her collar]

Esmeralda: What's a poor daughter to do?

[she pretends to cry at get-go, then sneezes into the handkerchief and disappears]

[last lines]

Hugo: Proficient night, everybody! Wah-ha-hoo!

Phoebus: [nearly Esmeralda] What a woman!

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

Clopin: [singing] One time a yr nosotros throw a party here in town / In one case a year we turn all Paris upside-down / Every man's a male monarch and every king'south a clown / Once again information technology's Topsy-turvy Twenty-four hour period!

Hugo: Who says ya gotta ask?

Quasimodo: [frowning slightly] Oh, no!

Hugo: Yaaaa sneak out...

Laverne: Information technology'due south only i afternoon.

Quasimodo: I, I couldn't.

Hugo: Annnnd ya sneak back in!

Laverne: And he'll never know you lot were gone!

Quasimodo: [clasping his head with his easily] And if I got defenseless?

Victor: Amend to beg forgiveness than inquire permission.

Frollo: [supervising someone being whipped, merely equally Phoebus arrives] Stop.

Torturer: Sir?

Frollo: Ease upwards. Wait betwixt lashes. Otherwise, the sometime sting will wearisome him to the new.

Torturer: Yes, sir.

Frollo: [turns to Phoebus] Ah, so this is the gallant Captain Phoebus, home from the wars.

Phoebus: Reporting for duty as ordered, sir.

Frollo: Your service tape precedes you, Phoebus. I expect nothing but the best from a war hero of your quotient.

Phoebus: And you lot shall have information technology, sir. I guarantee information technology.

Frollo: Yes. You know, my concluding captain of the guards was, um, a fleck of a disappointment to me.

[whip crack, followed past screaming]

Frollo: Well, no matter, I'm sure you'll... *whip* my men into shape.

Phoebus: Well, that's a great... tremendous honor, sir.

Frollo: And look what else I've caught in my net. Helm Phoebus, dorsum from the expressionless. Another "miracle", no doubt. I shall remedy that.

Frollo: [to Quasimodo] Quasimodo, can't you sympathise? When your heartless female parent abandoned you as a child, anyone else would have drowned you lot. And this my thanks for taking yous in and raising you as my son?

[after the dove fledgling leaves the nest, Hugo comes alive and spits out the nest in his oral fissure]

Hugo: Man! I thought he'd never get out. I'll be spitting feathers for a week.

Victor: Well, that's what y'all get for sleeping with your mouth open.

Hugo: Ha-ha-ha. Get scare a nun.

Quasimodo: Phoebus!

[Phoebus yelps in fright, only Quasi silences him]

Quasimodo: Sh! I'm coming with you.

Phoebus: Glad you inverse your mind.

Quasimodo: Simply I'm not doing information technology for you, I'm doing it for her.

Phoebus: You know where she is?

Quasimodo: [presenting Esmeralda's map to Phoebus] No, but she said that this will aid us find her.

Phoebus: [property up Esmeralda's map] Skillful, good, good. Ahhhh, great! What is information technology?

Quasimodo: I'k not certain.

Phoebus: [examining the map] Hmm, must be some sort of code. Maybe it'southward Arabic. No, no, information technology's not Arabic, mayhap information technology's ancient Greek.

Quasimodo: [remembering Esmeralda'south quote] "When you clothing this woven band, you hold the urban center in your hand."

Phoebus: What?

Quasimodo: It's the city!

Phoebus: What're y'all talking about?

Quasimodo: [pointing out the symbols on the map] Information technology'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 xx years, and I recollect I know what the city looks like from above, and this is it!

Phoebus: [with Quasi] This is not it.

[they both accept deep breaths]

Phoebus: All right. Okay. If you say information technology's a map, fine; it's a map. But if we're going to find Esmeralda, nosotros'll have to work together. Truce?

Quasimodo: Well... okay.

[slaps Phoebus'due south back; he yelps in pain]

Quasimodo: [as he steps down the stairs, he put his cloak hood on] Sorry.

Phoebus: [as he and Quasi head to the Courtroom of Miracles] No, you're non.

Victor: Oh, just that poor Gypsy girl. I'thou beginning to experience 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 upward.

Victor: [equally Quasi climbs downwards after ringing the bells] Sh-sh-sh! Here he comes.

Laverne: Now just stay calm.

Victor: Non a give-and-take.

Hugo: Piece of cake does it.

Victor: Look rock-faced.

Quasimodo: [budgeted the window] Any sign of her?

Victor: [Breaks down and weeps] Doh, it's a lost cause! She could exist anywhere: in the stocks, in the dungeon, or on the rack! Oh God...

Laverne: [giving an A-OK sign] Prissy work, Victor.

Quasimodo: No, he'south correct. What're nosotros gonna exercise?

Laverne: Await, he'southward got a friend with him!

Hugo: Yeah, peradventure today wasn't a total loss, afterward all.

Victor: A vision of loveliness.

Hugo: The 1 in the dress own't bad, either.

Victor: Perhaps he'due south sick.

Laverne: Incommunicable. If twenty years of listening to you two hasn't made him sick past now, zero volition.

Clopin: [to the Gypsies] Gather effectually, everyone. At that place's "adept noose" tonight! It's a double-header. A couple of Frollo's spies.

[Gypsies boo]

Clopin: And not just any spies. His captain of the guards, and his loyal, bell-ringing henchman.

Esmeralda: What are you doing?

Frollo: [caressing her neck] I was only imagining a rope around that beautiful neck.

[she elbows him in the gut and then he loses his grip]

Esmeralda: [snarls] I know what you were "imagining."

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 exist rid of Phoebus]

Victor: Gizmo! You ejected that tin-plated baboon with not bad panache!

Hugo: The *nervus* of him, snoopin' around here, trying to steal your girl.

Quasimodo: *My* girl?

Laverne: Esmeralda. Dark pilus, works with a goat. Remember?

Hugo: Boy, I do! Mode to get, lover boy!

Quasimodo: "Lover boy"? Oh, no, no--no, no!

Laverne: Aw, don't be so modest.

Quasimodo: Expect, I appreciate what you're all trying to do, simply allow's not fool ourselves. "Ugliest face in all of Paris", remember? I don't call up I'1000 her type.

Hugo: You could wear a disguise, just this in one case. What Frollo doesn't know can't hurt ya.

Victor: Ignorance is bliss.

Hugo: [to the side] Look who's talkin'.

Phoebus: [pulling Quasi upwardly onto the balcony after he helps Esmeralda escape Notre Dame] Hi in that location. I'thou looking for the gypsy girl. Have you seen her?

[Quasi jumps onto the balcony, growling at Phoebus like a wild dog, equally Phoebus backs away]

Phoebus: Whoa - whoa, whoa, piece of cake!

Quasimodo: [grabs a torch and then charges subsequently 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 impairment.

Quasimodo: [growls, then waves the torch wildly at Phoebus] Rrrrrrrr... Go!

[Phoebus draws his sword, trapping the torch against the wall, equally Quasi lifts him up by the collar]

Phoebus: Y'all tell her for me, that I didn't mean to trap her hither.

[Quasi glares menacingly]

Phoebus: But information technology was the merely style I could save her life. Volition you tell her that?

[no respond from Quasi]

Phoebus: Will you lot?

Quasimodo: [snapping] If you lot go. *At present*.

Phoebus: I'll get. At present - will you lot - put me down, please?

Clopin: [singing] Justice is swift in the Court of Miracles / I am the lawyers and estimate all in one / Nosotros like to get the trial over with quickly / Considering it's the sentence that's really the fun!

Frollo: The time has come, Gypsy. You lot stand upon the brink of the abyss. Yet even now it is non too belatedly. I tin can relieve you from the flames of this globe, and the next. Choose me, or the burn down.

[Esmeralda spits in Frollo'southward confront]

Frollo: The Gypsy Esmeralda has refused to recant. This evil witch has put the soul of every person in Paris in awful jeopardy...

[Opening lines]

Clopin: [singing] Morning time in Paris, the urban center awakes / To the bells of Notre Dame / The fisherman fishes, the bakerman bakes / To the bells of Notre Dame / To the large bells as loud as the thunder / To the little bells soft as a psalm / And some say the soul of the city'due south the toll of the bells / The bells of Notre Matriarch.

Quasimodo: [whispering to Frollo; bitterly but firmly] Y'all killed her.

Frollo: Information technology was my duty. Horrible as it was, I promise y'all'll forgive me.

[Quasimodo continues to weep bitterly]

Frollo: There, there, Quasimodo. I know it hurts. Merely now the fourth dimension has come to end your suffering...

[raises a dagger in a higher place Quasimodo]

Frollo: Forever.

Phoebus: Achilles, sit down!

[horse Achilles sits on the guard'south confront]

Hardhearted Guard: [muffled] Oh - whoa, get off me!

Laverne: [to the pigeons] Fly, my pretties! Fly, fly!

[cackles]

Laverne: [singing] Telephone call me a hopeless romantic simply Quasi, I feel it.

Victor: [singing] She wants you so / Whatsoever moment she'll walk through that door.

Hugo,Victor,Laverne: [singing] For...

Hugo: [singing] A guy and so swell.

Hugo,Victor,Laverne: [singing] A guy like you.

Hugo: [singing] With all y'all bring her.

Victor,Laverne: [singing] I tell you Quasi.

Hugo: [singing] A fool could tell.

Victor,Laverne: [singing] At that place never was.

Hugo: [singing] Information technology's why she fell.

Victor,Laverne: [singing] Some other, 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 2nd-stringer.

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

Hugo: [singing] Yous got a lot / The balance accept not / And so she'due south gotta love a guy similar you!

Hugo: [singing] A guy like y'all she'southward never known, child. / A guy like you a girl does non meet every day. / Y'all've got a look that'due south all your ain, kid. / Could at that place exist two?

Hugo,Victor,Laverne: [singing] Similar you? No fashion!

Hugo: [singing] Those other guys that she could dangle all await the same from every boring point of view. / You're a surprise from every bending. / Mon Dieu higher up, she'south gotta dear a guy like you.

Victor: [singing] A guy similar you gets actress credit / Because it'due south true you lot've got a certain some matter more than.

Hugo: [spoken] You lot're aces, kid!

Laverne: [singing] You see that confront / You don't forget it.

Victor,Laverne: [singing] Want something new?

Hugo: [singing] That'due south yous.

Hugo,Victor,Laverne: [singing] For sure!

Laverne: [singing] We all have gaped at some Adonis.

Victor: [singing] But then nosotros crave a meal more nourishing to chew.

Hugo: [singing] And since yous're shaped like a croissant is...

Hugo,Victor,Laverne: [singing] No question of, she'south gotta love a guy like you!

Frollo: Captain Phoebus, abort her!

Crowd: [sings] Come ane, 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 24-hour interval for breaking rules / Come and join the feast of...

Clopin: [sings] Fools!

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

[singing]

Frollo: You are deformed...

Quasimodo: [singing] I am deformed.

Frollo: [singing] And y'all are ugly...

Quasimodo: [singing] And I am ugly.

Frollo: [singing] And these are crimes for which the world shows little pity / You exercise not comprehend...

Quasimodo: [singing] You are my one defender.

Frollo: [singing] Out there they'll revile you as a monster...

Quasimodo: [singing] I am a monster.

Frollo: [singing] Out there they will hate and scorn and jeer...

Quasimodo: [singing] Only a monster.

Frollo: [singing] Why invite their calumny and consternation? / Stay in hither / Be true-blue to me...

Quasimodo: [singing] I'm faithful.

Frollo: [singing] Be grateful to me...

Quasimodo: [singing] I'thou grateful.

Frollo: [singing] Do as I say, obey, and stay.

Frollo,Quasimodo: [singing] In here.

Frollo: [to his soldiers later Phoebus escapes on Frollo's steed] Get him! And *don't* striking my horse!

Phoebus: [as he and Quasi wade through the catacombs at the Court of Miracles] Cheerful place.

[chuckles]

Phoebus: Kinda makes you wish y'all got out more often, eh, Quasi?

Quasimodo: Not me. All I want to practice is warn Esmeralda then get back to the belltower before I get in any farther trouble.

Hardhearted Guard: Sir, we have looked everywhere and at that place's still no sign of the gypsy daughter.

Frollo: I had the entire cathedral surrounded. Guards in every door. In that location was no way she could've escaped. Unless...

Laverne: Take information technology from united states, Quasi. You've got nothing to worry virtually.

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.

Esmeralda: Come with me!

Quasimodo: What?

Esmeralda: To the Court of Miracles. *Leave* this place.

Quasimodo: Oh, no. I'1000 never going dorsum out in that location again, because of what happened today.

[looking at a corner of the stone wall, so stroking information technology briefly]

Quasimodo: No. *This* is where I belong.

Esmeralda: All right, and then I'll come up to come across you.

Quasimodo: Here? But what about the soldiers and *Frollo*?

Esmeralda: I'll come later on sunset.

Quasimodo: But at-at sunset I have to ring the evening Mass, then afterwards that I clean the cloisters, then I ring the Vespers, and...

[Esmeralda kisses him]

Quasimodo: [smiling cheerfully] Whatever's practiced for you!

Quasimodo: [tearfully, before he heads back to the cathedral in humiliation] I'chiliad distressing, Chief. I will never disobey y'all again.

Laverne: Quasi, what'southward wrong?

[patting Quasi on the shoulder]

Laverne: Wanna tell ole Laverne all about it?

Quasimodo: I... I just don't feel like watching the festival, that's all.

Laverne: Well, did yous ever think of going there instead?

Quasimodo: Certain, but I'd never fit in out there. I'g not... normal.

Laverne: [patting Quasi's shoulder again] Oh, Quasi, Quasi, Quasi...

[to a flock of pigeons, who have landed on her shoulders and her nose]

Laverne: Do ya mind? I would like to have a moment with the boy, if it's all right with you lot!

Clopin: Iii cheers for Quasimodo!

Frollo: Ah, duty calls. Take you ever attended a peasant festival, captain?

Phoebus: Not recently, sir.

Frollo: Then this should be quite an educational activity for you lot. Come along.

Frollo: [announcing to the gypsies at the Court of Miracles] In that location'll be a piffling bonfire in the foursquare tomorrow, and you're all invited to attend.

[to his guards]

Frollo: Lock them up.

Quasimodo: [rushing forrad] No! Please, Principal!

[Frollo turns and glares at him, equally if to say, "You disobeyed me again". He walks abroad every bit Quasi grovels sorrowfully]

Quasimodo: No, no...

Frollo: [to his remaining guards] Take him back to the bell tower, and make sure he says there.

Phoebus: [equally the guards hunt after Esmeralda and laissez passer behind Phoebus' horse, Achilles] Achilles, sit!

Brutish Baby-sit: Hey - whoa!

Phoebus: Oh - dear, I'm sorry! Naughty horse! Naughty! He's just impossible, really; I tin can't have him anywhere!

Frollo: Beata Maria, you know I am a righteous man / Of my virtue, I am justly proud...

Chorus: Et tibit Pater...

Frollo: Beata Maria, yous know I'm so much purer than / the common vulgar weak licentious crowd...

Chorus: Quia peccavi nimis...

Frollo: Then tell me, Maria, why I see her dancing there, / why her smoldering eyes nonetheless scorch my soul?

Chorus: Cogitatione...

Frollo: I feel her, I encounter her, the sunday caught in her raven hair / is blazing in me out of all control!

Chorus: Verbo et opera...

Frollo: Like fire, hellfire, this fire in my skin / This burning desire is turning me to... sin!

Frollo: Hellfire, dark burn / Now gypsy, information technology'south your turn / Cull me, or your pyre / Be mine, or you will burn!

Phoebus: [to his horse] Achilles, heel!

Quasimodo: Is this the Court of Miracles?

Phoebus: Offhand I'd say information technology's the Court of Ankle-deep Sewage.

Mother: Stay abroad child! They're gypsies they'll steal usa blind!

[playing cards with a pigeon]

Hugo: You're telling me--I'grand losin' to a *bird*!

Clopin: [later on Esmeralda's trip the light fantastic at the Festival of Fools] And now, ladies and gentlemen, the pi-ece de resistance!

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