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Quotes of Movie: The Hunchback of Notre Dame [1996]
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Quasimodo: My... friends. Frollo: I see. Frollo: [taps the head of one of the gargoyles] 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. (unknown) The Archdeacon: [singing] See, there, the innocent blood you have spilt / On the steps of Notre Dame. Frollo: I am guiltless. She ran. I pursued. The Archdeacon: Now you would add this child's blood to your guilt / On the steps of Notre Dame. Frollo: My conscience is clear. The Archdeacon: You can lie to yourself and your minions / You can claim that 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. (unknown) | |
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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 up. Laverne: Shh! Here he comes now. Victor: Stay calm. Laverne: Not a word. Hugo: Easy does it. Victor: Stone faced. Quasimodo: Any sign of her? Victor: [Breaks down and weeps] Oh, it's a lost cause! She could be anywhere! In the stocks, in the dungeon, on the rack! Oh God! Laverne: Nice work, Victor. (unknown) Hugo: Come on, Quasimodo. You got to break out of these chains. Quasimodo: What's the use? Victor: You're not going to let Frollo win, are you? Quasimodo: He already has. Hugo: So that's it, you're giving up? Laverne: These chains aren't what's holding you back, Quasimodo. Quasimodo: Just leave me alone. Hugo: Okay. Okay, Quasi. We'll leave you alone. Victor: After all, we are only made of stone. Laverne: We just thought you were made of something stronger. [All three turn back to stone] (unknown) Hugo: Maybe tonight wasn't a total loss after all. Victor: A vision of loveliness. Hugo: The one in the dress ain't bad, either. (unknown) Chorus: Mea culpa. Frollo: I'm not to blame... Chorus: Mea culpa. Frollo: It is the Gypsy girl, the witch who sent this flame. Chorus: Mea maxima culpa. Frollo: It's not my fault... Chorus: Mea culpa. Frollo: If in God's plan... Chorus: Mea culpa. Frollo: He made the Devil so much stronger than a man. Chorus: Mea maxima culpa. (unknown) Quasimodo: What? Frollo: And now I'm going to do what I should have done... twenty years ago! (unknown) Victor: Ready, aim, fire! [They throw the whole catapult at the guards; it misses them, falling face down] Victor: Is that how it's supposed to work? [the catapult deploys, flipping over and hitting the guards] Hugo: Works for me! (unknown) Laverne: Impossible. If twenty years of listening to you two hasn't made him sick by now, nothing will. (unknown) [Gypsies boo] Clopin: And not just any spies. His captain of the guards, and his loyal, bell-ringing henchman. (unknown) Quasimodo: [singing] I am deformed Frollo: [singing] And you are ugly Quasimodo: [singing] And I am ugly Frollo: [singing] And these are crimes for which the world shows little pity. You do 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 calemy and consternation? Stay in here and be faithful. Quasimodo: [singing] I'm faithful. Frollo: [singing] To be grateful. Quasimodo: [singing] I'm grateful. Frollo: [singing] Do as I say, obey, and stay. Frollo, Quasimodo: [singing] In here. (unknown) Frollo: [caressing her neck] I was just imagining a rope around that beautiful neck. Esmeralda: I know what you were imagining. (unknown) Victor: You ejected that tin-plated baboon with great panache! Hugo: The nerve of him! Snooping around here trying to steal your girl. Quasimodo: My girl? Laverne: Esmeralda. Dark hair, works with a goat. Remember? Hugo: Boy, I do! Way to go, loverboy! (unknown) Victor: Ignorance is bliss. Hugo: [to the side] Look who's talkin'. (unknown) Phoebus: What? Frollo: Until it smolders, these people are traitors, and must be made examples of. Phoebus: With all due respect, I was not trained to murder the innocent. Frollo: But you were trained to follow orders. [Phoebus douses his torch] Frollo: Insolent coward! (unknown) [Esmeralda spits on Frollo] Frollo: The Gypsy Esmeralda has refused to recant. This evil witch has put the soul of every person in Paris in awful jeopardy... (unknown) Clopin: [singing] Morning in Paris, the city awakes / To the bells of Notre Dame / The fisherman fishes, the bakerman bakes / To the bells of Notre Dame / To the big bells as loud as the thunder / To the little bells soft as a psalm / And some say the soul of the city's the toll of the bells / The bells of Notre Dame. (unknown) | |
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