The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1996 film)

1996 American animated musical drama film

The Hunchback of Notre Dame is a 1996 Disney animated film loosely based on Victor Hugo's classic novel of the same name. It's released by Walt Disney Feature Animation and distributed by Buena Vista Pictures Distribution, Inc.

Directed by Gary Trousdale and Kirk Wise. Written by Tab Murphy and David Stainton. Songs by Stephen Schwartz and Alan Menken. Score Produced by Alan Menken.
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Claude FrolloEdit

[after realizing that Esmeralda is still at large] I had the entire cathedral surrounded; guards at every door. There was no way she could've escaped...unless...


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.

Hugo: Hey, Quasi, what's going 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: 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 and Hugo swallows]

[As Quasi nears it, Frollo appears in the doorway suddenly, cutting Quasi short and returning the gargoyles to stone.]
Frollo: Good morning, Quasimodo.
Quasimodo: Ah- um, good... morning, master.
Frollo: Dear boy, whomever were you talking to?
Quasimodo: My...friends.
Frollo: I see. [he taps Hugo on the head.] 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...lunch. [upon hearing the word, Quasi goes off and retrieves a table setting a silver chalice and plate for Frollo and a wooden cup and plate for himself.] Shall we review your alphabet today?
Quasimodo: Oh, yes, Master. I would like that very much.
Frollo: Very well. A?
Quasimodo: Abomination.
Frollo: B?
Quasimodo: Blasphemy?
Frollo: C?
Quasimodo: C-C-Contrition.
Frollo: D?
Quasimodo: Damnation?
Frollo: E?
Quasimodo: Eternal damnation.
Frollo: Good. F?
Quasimodo: Festival.
[Frollo spits out his drink at the incorrect response.]
Frollo: Excuse me?
Quasimodo: F-F-Forgiveness.
Frollo: You said...festival.
Quasimodo: No!
Frollo: You are thinking about going to the festival.
Quasimodo: It's just go every year.
Frollo: I am a public official. I must go! But I don't enjoy a moment! Thieves and hustlers and the dregs of humankind, all mixed together in a shallow, drunken stupor.
Quasimodo: I didn't mean to upset you, master.
Frollo: Quasimodo, can't you understand? When your heartless mother abandoned you as a child, anyone else would drowned you. And this my thanks for taking you in and raising you as my son?
Quasimodo: [praying for bow down] I'm sorry, sir.
Frollo: [shamed] Oh, my dear, Quasimodo, you don't know what it's like out there. I do...I do...

[Referring to Esmeralda, who's dancing at the festival.]
Frollo: Look at that disgusting display.
Phoebus: [smitten by Esmeralda's beauty] Yes, sir!

Frollo: You come to Paris in her darkest hour, Captain. It will take a firm hand to save the weak-minded from being so easily misled.
Phoebus: Misled, Sir?
Frollo: Look, Captain. Gypsies. The gypsies live outside normal order. Their heathen ways inflame the people's lowest instincts. And they must be stopped.
Phoebus: I was summoned from the wars to capture fortune-tellers and palm-readers?
Frollo: Oh, the real war, Captain, is what you see before you. For twenty years, I have been taking care of the gypsies, [On each of the last three words, Frollo crushes one of three ants on a tile.] And yet, for all of my success, they have thrived. [He flips the tile over, revealing scores of ants scurrying around underneath.] 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: You! [Points at Esmeralda] Gypsy girl! Get down at once!
Esmeralda: Yes, your honor. Just as soon as I free this poor creature.
Frollo: I forbid it! [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: [to Phoebus] Captain, Phoebus, arrest her.
[Phoebus snaps his fingers and motions for some guards to follow him. Esmeralda counts how many there are]
Esmeralda: Now, let's see. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine. Then there's ten of you and one of me. [takes out a handkerchief] What's a poor girl to do?
[She pretends to weep, and then blows her nose into the handkerchief. The moment she does so, there is in explosion, followed by a large puff of smoke. Everyone is astonished to see she has disappeared]
Frollo: Witchcraft!
Esmeralda: [off-screen] Oh, boys. Over here.
[The camera turns toward the city gallows. Esmeralda and Djali's heads are sticking out of a basket of pumpkins with masks. The moment the former blinks, the two guards from earlier spot her]
Brutish Guard: There she is!
Oafish Guard: Get her!
[They climb up on the gallows to chase after her, but she gets up before they can get to her. Esmeralda and Djali jump from the gallows and crowd-surf apart, waving a farewell to the two guards. They try to do the same, but the crowd moves off and they smash to the ground. Three more soldiers brandish their weapons and charge toward Esmeralda, but she jumps up on a cage with an old man inside. It hits them square in the face, and she rolls away on it. Djali runs away toward a legless gypsy on a cart. He jumps on top and the latter rolls away. Esmeralda jumps off the cage and onto the man's cart. Four more soldiers run after them, but screech to a stop in front by one of the stilt-walkers. He kicks them between their legs, and they shriek in pain. The legless gypsy's cart runs up a ramp over the heads of some more soldiers while the cage knocks them down with a bowling sound. The old man, realizing the cage is open, tries to stumble out]
Old Man: I'm free! I'm free! [trips and falls into a pillory, which locks him in] Ooh! Dang it.
[Esmeralda and Djali run past the old man with a soldier on horseback behind them. They come toward another stilt-walker and pull his pants down. The soldier gets caught and is thrown over the buildings]
Soldier #1: Woah! Whoo-hoo!
[The soldier's helmet falls harmlessly on Esmeralda's head. She takes a bow as the crowd cheers her on. Just then, three soldiers on horseback ride toward her. She throws the helmet to them. It ricochets apart from their heads and knocks them out. One of their helmets flies toward Phoebus, but he ducks just in time]
Phoebus: What a woman.
[Suddenly, the sound of a horse draws Esmeralda's attention to a couple more soldiers running after her. She runs away toward a stilt-walker carrying a long pole. She whistles at him to drop it, and it is caught by the soldiers. By the time they realize what's going to happen, it's a little no use, as they can't stop]
Soldier #2: Woah!
Frollo: That's the guardians, Esmeralda. Citizens of Paris.
Soldier #3: Now, where was I?
Esmeralda: [shivering] You too, Frollo.
Soldier #4: Woah!
[Frollo reacts in horror at the soldiers charging at his booth. The soldiers smash through the booth, and it falls into pieces. Frollo squirms his road out of the mess. At the band's booth, the stilt-walkers are there to help Esmeralda and Djali on top. The gypsy and her pet vanish under a sheet, and the stilt-walkers reveal there is nothing underneath. Meanwhile, Frollo puts his hat back on and looks frustratingly at Quasimodo, emphasized by a sudden clap of thunder. The hunchback hesitantly tries to fix his tunic. Meanwhile, Frollo mounts his horse]
Frollo: Find her, Captain. I want her alive!
Phoebus: Yes, sir. Seal off the area, men. Find the gypsy girl and do not harm her!
[Then Frollo rides towards Quasimodo and frowns at him as if to ask if he now understands everything he has been taught him well. All at once, the hunchback gets his idea]
Quasimodo: I'm sorry, Master. I will never disobey you again.
[Quasimodo gets off the stage and heads back to the cathedral in disgrace as the people stare at him]
Man: Stand back. Stand back!
Woman: Oh, he's hideous.
[From up in the bell tower, the gargoyles watch mournfully at their friend, now thinking perhaps encouraging him to attend the festival is a bad idea. The hunchback closes the cathedral door behind him]

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: [re-sheathes his sword] 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.

[Esmeralda opens the church door to see soldiers outside.]
Solder: Frollo's orders: Post a guard at every door.
[Esmeralda slams the door in anger.]
Esmeralda: Don't worry, Djali. If Frollo thinks 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: Well, no one out there is going to help me. That's for sure.
Archdeacon: Well, perhaps there's someone in here who can.

[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.]
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.

Victor: You mustn't run too fast, or she'll get away.
Quasimodo: I know, uh, that's what I...
Hugo: Just 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 a Gypsy. 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 ya! Pay up!
Victor: Oh, dear. [Gives Hugo a coin]
Hugo: Chump.

[Quasimodo had just driven Phoebus out of the Cathedral.]
Hugo: Hey-hey! There he is! [the gargoyles applaud and cheer Quasimodo]
Victor: É bellissimo! You ejected that tin-plated buffoon 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, lover boy!
Quasimodo: [chuckles] "Lover boy"? Oh, no, no.
Laverne: Oh, don't be so 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.
Phoebus: I see. Your orders, sir?
Frollo: Find the Gypsy girl!
[Cut to a bakery. The soldiers kick the door down, and the baker turns in surprise just as he is baking some bread. One soldier throws a shelf complete with it down to the floor. Two more move a barrel while a third removes a rug to reveal a trapdoor. He opens it to reveal a group of gypsies underneath. They are led outside in chains while Frollo holds out a handful of coins in exchange of Esmeralda's whereabouts]
Frollo: Ten pieces of silver for the gypsy Esmeralda.
[The gypsies stay silent, not about to sell out one of their own]
Frollo: [taking the coins in his hand] Lock them up.
[Cut to a gypsy wagon on the banks of the Seine. The soldiers push it into the water and the gypsies therein come out, gasping for air. Frollo now holds out twice the amount of coins as before, hoping they will warn him where Esmeralda is]
Frollo: [trying to keep his cool] Twenty pieces of silver for the gypsy, Esmeralda.
[Just like the previous gypsies, these ones are not about to betray a fellow gypsy either. Frollo grows even more furious]
Frollo: Take them away!
[Phoebus heaves a furious sigh to himself. He is beginning to question his commanding officer's sense of justice. Cut to a miller's farm. Esmeralda and Djali, in their old beggar disguise, walks among a crowd gathered before the scene. The entire lot of them are worried about the miller's welfare and Frollo's sanity, or lack thereof]
Woman: Poor miller. He's never harmed anyone!
Man: Frollo's gone mad.
[Inside, Frollo is interrogating the miller, who is pleading for mercy with him]
Frollo: We found this gypsy talisman on your property. Have you been harboring gypsies?
Miller: Our home is always open to the weary traveler. Have mercy, my Lord.
Frollo: I am placing you and your family under house arrest until I get to the bottom of this. If you what you say is true and you are innocent, but you have nothing to fear.
[Frollo turns to leave, but the miller yet begs to be spared]
Miller: But we are innocent. I assure you, we know nothing of these gypsies!
[Frollo has barred a miller and his family inside their home]
Frollo: Burn it.
Phoebus: [shocked and frustrated] Wait, what?
Frollo: Until it smolders. [holds torch] These people are traitors and must be made examples of.
Phoebus: [takes torch] With all due respect sir, I was not trained to murder the innocent.
Frollo: But you were trained to follow orders.
[Phoebus douses a flaming torch in a barrel of water]
Frollo: [frustratingly] Insolent coward.
[Frollo takes a torch from another soldier and sets fire to the windmill. Phoebus sees one of the blades falling towards him and rolls out of the road. Then he hears the cries of the miller's wife and children, and dives in through the window. Esmeralda, who is watching the entire fact, becomes shocked, but he kicks down the door, carrying the child and baby, and the miller's family escapes unharmed. The miller takes the older child, and Phoebus hands his wife the baby. Mournfully, soon after, the Brutish Guard brains him with the hilt of his sword and he falls to the ground. The Oafish Guard picks him up. Then Frollo goes over to address the turncoat captain]
Frollo: The sentence for insubordination of death. Such a pity. You threw apart a promising career.
Phoebus: Consider it my highest honor, sir.
[Esmeralda, taking care not to be seen, takes her sarong and fashions it into a makeshift slingshot. Just as the Brutish Guard is about to execute Phoebus, she throws a stone at Frollo's horse. It rears in pain, and bucks him away. Phoebus takes this opportunity to knock the Brutish Guard and Oafish Guard out. Then the frightened horse runs away, but Phoebus manages to mount it]
Frollo: Get him! And don't hit my horse!
[The archer guards shoot their arrows at Phoebus. Most of them narrowly miss him, one manages to strike him in the back. He moans in pain, and Esmeralda looks horrified. Then he falls into the river, and the archers continue to shoot at the spot where he fell while she stealthily clings to the bridge]
Frollo: [raising his hand] Don't waste your arrows! Let the traitor rot in his watery grave.
[Esmeralda takes off her cloak and continues to watch Frollo and the guardsd, worried that she is partially to blame for the city's burning]
Frollo: Find the girl. If you have to burn the city to the ground, so be it!
[Esmeralda watches as Frollo and his entourage walk away. The moment she is out of sight, who dives into the river and fishes an unconscious and unarmored Phoebus, out, dragging him to shore. Fade to the city streets in front of Notre Dame. Frollo and the soldiers have concluded their search, but have seen neither hide nor hair of Esmeralda or Djali]
Brutish Guard: Sir, we've looked everywhere, and yet no sign of the gypsy girl.
Frollo: [to himself] I had the whole cathedral surrounded. Guards at every door. There was no fashion she could have escaped. [suddenly turns toward the sound of bells] Unless...

[Paris is in flames while Frollo and the guards are searching for Esmeralda. In the bell tower, Victor and Laverne are upset, looking out.]
Laverne: Oh, it doesn't look nice.
Victor: It's hopeless. Absolutely hopeless.
Hugo: [playing cards with a pigeon, not paying attention] You're warning me! I'm losing to a bird!
Victor: Oh, that poor gypsy girl. I'm beginning to fear the worst.
Laverne: I know. But now don't you say anything to upset Quasimodo. He's concerned enough already.
Hugo: Yes, you're right. We better lighten up.
[At that moment, Quasimodo walks in]
Victor: Shh-shh-shh, here he comes.
Laverne: Now just stay calm.
Victor: Not a word.
Hugo: Easy does it.
Victor: Stone-faced.
Quasimodo: [walks to the edge] Any sign of her?
[Victor, who has been trying to keep a straight face, suddenly begins to tremble and attempts to keep his head]
Victor: [breaking down in tears] Oh, it's a lost cause! She could be anywhere! In the stocks, in the dungeon, on the rack!
Laverne: Nice work, Victor.
Quasimodo: No, he's right. What are we gonna do?
Hugo: [shuffling his cards] What are you guys speaking about? [draws a queen, three and joker card as he speaks] If I know Esmeralda, she's three steps ahead of Frollo and well out of harm's road.
Quasimodo: Do you really think so?
Hugo: [takes a bit of bread and a cheese wedge from a plate] Hey, if facts cool off, she'll be back. You'll see.
Quasimodo: What makes you so sure?
Laverne: Because she likes you. [to Quasimodo] We always said you were the cute one.
Hugo: [stuffing his mouth with cheese and bread] I thought I was the cute one!
Laverne: No, you're the fat, foolish one with the big mouth!
Hugo: [looks confused, yet with his mouth complete] What are you saying, exactly?
Laverne: Take it from us, Quasi. You have nothing to concern about.
Hugo: [now holding two hot dogs] Yes. You're irresistible.
Victor: [chuckles] Knights in shining armor certainly aren't your type.
Hugo: [sticks a hot dog on a fork and jumps over to the window] And these guys are a dime a dozen. But you, you're one of a kind. Look.

Phoebus: [weakly] 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. [he and Esmeralda kiss, leaving Quasimodo heartbroken]

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, 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: to Esmeralda] Don't thank me, thank Quasimodo. Without his help, we would never have found our way here.
Frollo: [off-screen] Nor would I.
[Everyone turns to see Frollo with a large group of soldiers who immediately storm the court. The gypsies try to run, but are stopped at every turn. Eventually, the soldiers surround them]
Frollo: After 20 years of searching, the Court of Miracles is mine at last. [pets an on-the-verge-of-tears Quasimodo] Dear Quasimodo, I always knew you would someday be of use to me.
Quasimodo: No.
Esmeralda: What are you speaking about?
Frollo: Why, he led me right to, my darling.
Esmeralda: [frustratingly] You're a liar.
Frollo: And look what else I've caught in my net. Captain Phoebus, back from the dead. Another "miracle", no doubt. I shall remedy that.
[Frollo goes to address the gypsies]
Frollo: There'll be a little bonfire in the square tomorrow, and you're all invited to attend. Lock them up.
Quasimodo: [grabs Frollo's robe and begs his master to reconsider] No, please, Master! [Frollo just frowns at him, and he falls to the floor in disgrace] No, no.
Frollo: Take him back to the bell tower. And make sure he stays there.
[The soldiers drag Quasimodo apart, who does not even dare to attempt]

Frollo: [To Esmeralda] 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. [she spits in his face in refusal] The Gypsy, Esmeralda, has refused to recant. This evil witch has put the soul every citizen in Paris in awful jeopardy.
[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 pyre and the crowd yells in protest against having Esmeralda die in fire]
Quasimodo: [bellowing] NOOOOOOOOOO!

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. [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! [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! [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; quoting Isaiah 11:4] 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 comes alive and angrily roars thunderously at his face, and he screams in horror as he falls into a sea of molten copper along with the gargoyle still roaring at him]
Esmeralda: [losing her grip] Quasimodo. Quasi- [drops Quasimodo] NOOOOOO!
[Phoebus catches Quasimodo, saving his life.]

[last line; after closing credits end]
Hugo: Good night, everybody! Whoo-hoo-hoo!


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