Some memorable quotes you should know as a fan
Laverne: Take it
from an old spectator. Life's not a spectator sport. If watchin' is all you're
gonna do, then you're gonna watch your life go by without ya.
Quasimodo: 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.
Frollo: Look at that
Phoebus: Yes, sir!
Clopin: It is a tale,
a tale of a man, and a monster.
Esmeralda: 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.
Frollo: I'll find her
if I burn down all of Paris!
Esmeralda: Let's see.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine... So there's ten of you
and one of me. What's a poor girl to do?
permission to stop this cruelty.
Frollo: In a moment, captain. A lesson needs to be learned here.
privacy, Romantic music. Can't think of a more perfect setting for hand-to-hand
Quasimodo: Is this
the Court of Miracles?
Phoebus: Offhand, I'd say it's the Court of Ankle-deep Sewage.
Phoebus: You fight
almost as well as a man.
Esmeralda: Funny, I was going to say the same thing about you.
Victor: Better to beg
forgiveness than ask permission.
Esmeralda: You speak
of justice, yet you are cruel to those most in need of your help.
Esmeralda: You mistreat
this young man the same way you mistreat my people. You speak of justice, yet
you are cruel to those most in need of your help.
Frollo: Mark 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 you!
Phoebus: Good morning,
sir. Are you feeling all right?
Frollo: I had a little trouble with the fireplace.
Feels like a 1470 Burgundy. Not a good year.
Frollo's wrong about the both of us.
Hugo: What did she say?
Laverne: Frollo's nose is long, and he wears a truss.
Phoebus: Citizens of
Paris! Frollo has persecuted our people, ransacked our city. And now he has
declared war on Notre Dame herself! Will we allow it?
Frollo: The sentence
for insubordination is death. Such a pity. You threw away a promising career.
Phoebus: Consider it my highest honor, sir.
Phoebus: Why is it,
whenever we meet, I end up bleeding?
Esmeralda: You're lucky. That arrow almost pierced your heart.
Phoebus: I'm not so sure it didn't.
can't you understand? When your heartless mother abandoned you as a child,
anyone else would have drowned you. And this my thanks for taking you in and
raising you as my son?
Frollo: You idiot! That
wasn't kindness! It was cunning! She's a Gypsy! Gypsies are not capable of real
love! Think, boy! Think of your mother!
Frollo: The Gypsies
live outside the 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: The real war, Captain, is what you see before you.
Clopin: And Frollo gave
the child a cruel name, a name that means "half-formed". Quasimodo.
Frollo: This is an
unholy demon. I'm sending it back to hell, where it belongs.
Victor: Oh, but that
poor Gypsy girl. I'm beginning to fear the worst.
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.
Frollo: I should
have known you would risk your life for that Gypsy witch, just as your own
mother died trying to protect you.
Frollo: And now I'm going to do what I should have done... twenty years ago!
around, everyone. There's "good noose" tonight! It's a double-header.
A couple of Frollo's spies.
And not just any spies. His captain of the guards, and his loyal, bell-ringing henchman.
Frollo: And He shall
smite the wicked and plunge them into the firey pit.
Esmeralda: What are
Frollo: I was just imagining a rope around that beautiful neck.
Esmeralda: I know what you were imagining.
Frollo: Burn it.
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.