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 disgusting display.
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?

Phoebus: Sir, permission to stop this cruelty.
Frollo: In a moment, captain. A lesson needs to be learned here.

Phoebus: Candlelight, privacy, Romantic music. Can't think of a more perfect setting for hand-to-hand combat.

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: Silence!
Esmeralda: Justice!
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.

Phoebus: Feels like a 1470 Burgundy. Not a good year.

Esmeralda: Maybe 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.

Frollo: Quasimodo, 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.
Quasimodo: What?
Frollo: And now I'm going to do what I should have done... twenty years ago!

Clopin: Gather 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 you doing?
Frollo: I was just imagining a rope around that beautiful neck.
Esmeralda: I know what you were imagining.

Frollo: Burn it.
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.
Insolent coward!