El jorobado de Notre Dame

Frollo: [opens his dictionary] Shall we review your alphabet today?

Quasimodo: Oh, yes, Master. I would like that very much.

Frollo: Very well.

[pours Quasimodo a wine]

Frollo: A?

Quasimodo: Abomination.

Frollo: [pours himself a wine] B?

Quasimodo: Blasphemy.

Frollo: [puts the cork back on the wine bottle] C?

Quasimodo: C-C-Contrition.

Frollo: [raises his cup] D?

Quasimodo: [smiling enthusiastically] Damnation!

Frollo: E?

Quasimodo: [points and winks] *Eternal* damnation!

Frollo: Good. F?

[sips his wine]

Quasimodo: [shrugs his shoulders] Festival.

Frollo: [spits out his wine, coughs, then wipes his lips] Excuse me?

Quasimodo: [realising his mistake] F-F-Forgiveness.

Frollo: You said...

[shuts the dictionary]

Frollo: "Festival."

Quasimodo: *No*!

Frollo: You're thinking about going to the Festival.

Quasimodo: I-It's just that, *you* go every year.

Frollo: *I* am a public official! I *must* go, but I don't enjoy a *moment*!