Tom Hulce credited as playing...
Quasimodo
- 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*!
- Quasimodo: [hollering loudly after rescuing Esmeralda from Frollo; the people answer his shouts by cheering] SANCTUARY! SANCTUARY! SANCTUARY!
- Quasimodo: [singing] Out there among the millers and the weavers and their wives / Through the roofs and gables I can see them / Every day they shout and scold and go about 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 by the Seine, taste a morning out there / Like ordinary men, who freely walk about there / Just one day, and then I swear I'll be content / With my share / Won't resent, won't despair, old and bent, I won't care / I'll have spent one day out there!
- Quasimodo: [to a baby bird] Good morning.
- [the baby bird chirps in greeting]
- Quasimodo: Will today be the day? Are you ready to fly?
- [baby bird chirps sadly]
- Quasimodo: You sure? Good day to try.
- [lifts the bird out of the nest]
- Quasimodo: Why, if-if I picked a day to fly, oh, this would be it. The Festival of Fools!
- [the baby bird gulps, then chirps sadly 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, then the bird chirps excitedly]
- Quasimodo: Go on! Nobody wants to be cooped up here forever.
- [the bird chirps happily, then flies away to join the flock]
- Esmeralda: What is this place?
- Quasimodo: This is where I live.
- Esmeralda: Did you make all these things yourself?
- Quasimodo: Most of them.
- Esmeralda: This is beautiful. Oh, if I could do this, you wouldn't find me dancing in the streets for coins.
- Quasimodo: But you'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'm not finished; I-I-I still have to paint them.
- Esmeralda: It's the blacksmith. And the baker! You're a surprising person, Quasimodo.
- Frollo: [as Quasimodo towers over him after he throws Frollo to the floor and steals his dagger] Now, now...
- [holds out his open palm]
- Frollo: L-listen to me, Quasimodo.
- Quasimodo: [wailing accusingly] No, *you* listen! *All my life*, you have told me that the world is a dark, cruel place! But now I see that the only thing dark and cruel about it is people like you!
- [drops the dagger as Frollo cowers]
- Esmeralda: [awakening] Quasimodo?
- Quasimodo: [skipping over to her and scooping her up] Esmeralda!
- Frollo: She lives.
- [draws his sword]
- Quasimodo: *No*!
- [escapes with Esmeralda in his arms]
- Phoebus: [upon realising that Frollo knows where Esmeralda is hiding and that he will attack, Quasimodo feels as though he should help. Phoebus groans from under the table from which he was hidden from Frollo. Once Frollo leaves, he gets out] We' have to find the Court of Miracles before daybreak. If Frollo gets there first...
- [starts walking, but Quasimodo does not follow; he just looks at Phoebus with the saddened realisation that Esmeralda loves Phoebus, not him; Phoebus turns to him]
- Phoebus: Are you coming with me?
- Quasimodo: [looks down, still saddened] I can't.
- Phoebus: [as Quasimodo gets to his feet] I thought you were Esmeralda's friend!
- Quasimodo: [frowns] Frollo's my master. I *can't* disobey him again.
- [grabs his shoulders and turns his back on Phoebus]
- Phoebus: She stood up for you! You've got a funny way of showing gratitude.
- [Quasimodo does not respond; Phoebus stares disapprovingly at him as he grabs his left arm]
- Phoebus: Well, *I'm* not going to sit by and watch Frollo massacre innocent people.
- [walks to the stairs and looks back to Quasimodo]
- Phoebus: You do what you think is right.
- [leaves; Quasimodo remains silent, then turns to see Victor, Hugo and Laverne shooting him disappointed looks]
- Quasimodo: [shrugs] What? What am I supposed to do?
- [frustrated and sarcastic tone, in an arm-flailing manner]
- Quasimodo: Go out there and rescue the girl from the-- from the Laws of Death, and the *whole town* will cheer like I'm some kind of a *hero*? She already *has* her knight on shining armour, and it's not me!
- [sighs]
- Quasimodo: Frollo was right.
- [shrugs]
- Quasimodo: Frollo was right about everything.
- [looks down]
- Quasimodo: And I'm *tired* of trying to be something that I'm not.
- [upon looking down, he catches a glimpse of his left hand; recalls what Esmeralda told him about not having "monster lines," then looks down at the smouldering wooden figure of Esmeralda that Frollo burned earlier; pulls out the amulet Esmeralda gave him and stares ahead with hope and realisation; Laverne taps his shoulder and offers his hooded cloak]
- Quasimodo: [whispering as he hesitantly grabs his cloak and hurries away to catch up with Phoebus] I must be out of my mind.
- Quasimodo: But y-y-you're not like other Gypsies; they are... evil.
- Esmeralda: Who told you that?
- Quasimodo: My master, Frollo. He raised me.
- Esmeralda: How can such a cruel man have raised someone like you...?
- Quasimodo: Cruel? Oh, no. He saved my life! He took me in when no one else would. I am a monster, you know.
- Esmeralda: He told you that?
- Quasimodo: *Look* at me.
- Esmeralda: [Frowns slightly] Give me your hand.
- Quasimodo: What?
- Esmeralda: Just let me see it.
- [reading Quasimodo's palm]
- Esmeralda: Hmm, a long lifeline... Oh, and *this* one means you're shy. Hmmmmm. Mm, mm, mm... Well, that's funny...
- Quasimodo: What?
- Esmeralda: I don't see any...
- Quasimodo: Any what?
- Esmeralda: Monster lines. Not a single one.
- Esmeralda: [holds out her hand while Quasi briefly studies his own] Now, you look at me. Do you think *I'm* evil?
- Quasimodo: *No*! No-no, y-you are kind, and *good*, and... and...
- Esmeralda: And a Gypsy. And maybe Frollo's wrong about the both of us.
- Quasimodo: [Introducing the bells to Esmeralda] That's Little 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] Hello!
- [Bell resonates]
- Quasimodo: She likes you. Would you like to see more?
- Frollo: [picks up one of Quasimodo's wooden figures] Isn't this one new? It's awfully good. Looks very much like the Gypsy girl. I know... you helped her ES-CAPE!
- 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, it was cunning! She's a Gypsy!
- [pulling Quasi by the collar]
- Frollo: Gypsies are not capable of real love!
- [shaking Quasi]
- Frollo: Think, boy! Think of your MOTHER!
- Quasimodo: Good m-m-morning, Master.
- Frollo: Dear boy, whomever are you talking to?
- Quasimodo: My... friends.
- Frollo: I see.
- [taps Victor on the head]
- Frollo: 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. Now...
- [sits down with a picnic basket]
- Frollo: Lunch!
- Frollo: I should have known you would risk your life to save that Gypsy witch, just as your own mother died trying to save you.
- Quasimodo: What?
- Frollo: Now, I'm going to do what I should have done... TWENTY YEARS AGO!
- [he throws one end of his cloak over Quasi, and he falls off, but manages to grab the rail and pull Frollo down with the other end of his cloak]
- Hugo: Hey, Quasi, what's goin' on out there? A fight? A flogging?
- Victor: A festival!
- Hugo: You mean the Feast of Fools?
- Quasimodo: Uh-huh.
- Hugo: 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: [shoving Quasi aside] Boy, nothin' like balcony seats for watching the ol' F.O.F.
- Quasimodo: Yeah, watchin'.
- [he leaves, downcast]
- Hugo: Oh, look, a mime.
- [Hugo prepares to spit on the mime, Victor stops him by clapping his hand over his mouth, then Hugo gulps]
- Quasimodo: [singing] So many times out there / I've watched a happy pair / Of lovers walking in the night / They had a kind of glow around them / It almost looks like Heaven's light / I knew I'd never know / That warm and loving glow / Though I might wish with all my might / No face as hideous as my face / Was ever meant for Heaven's light / But suddenly an angel has smiled at me / And kissed my cheek without a trace of fright / I dare to dream that she / Might even care for me / And as I ring these bells tonight / My cold, dark tower seems so bright / I swear it must be Heaven's light.
- [Quasimodo is chained down, the gargoyles are encouraging him to free himself]
- Hugo: Come on, Quasi, snap out of it!
- Victor: Your friends are down there!
- Quasimodo: [despondently and weakly] It's all my fault.
- Laverne: [as she, Hugo, and Victor try tugging the chains] You gotta break these chains!
- Quasimodo: [slightly indignantly] I can't. I tried. What difference would it make?
- Victor: But you can't let Frollo *win*!
- Quasimodo: [despondently again] He already has.
- Hugo: [dropping the chains] Say, you're giving up? That's it?
- Laverne: These chains aren't what's holding you back, Quasimodo.
- Quasimodo: [snapping firmly] Leave me alone!
- Hugo: [meekly] Okay. Okay, Quasi. We'll leave you alone.
- Victor: After all, we're only made out of stone.
- [he and Hugo turn to stone]
- Laverne: We just thought maybe you were made of somethin' stronger.
- [turns to stone]
- Laverne: [pause; Frollo's voice drifts up from below]
- Frollo: For justice, for Paris, and for her own salvation, it is my sacred duty to send this unholy demon... back where she belongs!
- [he fires the kindling while the crowd indistinctly shouts in protest]
- Quasimodo: *Nooooooooooooooo!*
- [the chains snap taut, the bells resonate as the pillars Quasimodo is chained to break and fall]
- Quasimodo: [singing] Safe behind these windows and these parapets of stone / Gazing at the people down below me / All my life I watch them as 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 / But part of them...
- Quasimodo: [sings] And out there living in the sun / Give me one day out there / All I ask is one to hold forever / Out there where they all live unaware / What I'd give, what I'd dare, just to live one day out there.
- Hugo: What're you guys talkin' about? If I knew Esmeralda, she's three steps ahead of Frollo and well outta harm's way.
- Quasimodo: [doubtfully] Do you really think so?
- Hugo: Hey, when things cool off, she'll be back. You'll see.
- Quasimodo: [puzzledly] What makes you so sure?
- Laverne: Because she likes ya.
- [ruffling Quasi's hair]
- Laverne: We always said you were the cute one.
- Hugo: [eating crackers and cheese] I thought *I* was the cute one!
- Laverne: No, you're the fat, stupid one with the big mouth!
- Hugo: Whatcha sayin', exactly?