Laverne:
"We always said you were the cute one."
Hugo:
"I thought I was the cute one!"
Laverne:
"No, you're the fat, stupid one with the big mouth!"
Hugo:
"What're you saying, exactly?"
Frollo:
"Have you ever attended a peasant festival, Captain?"
Pheobus:
"Not recently, sir."
Frollo:
"Then there should be quite an education for you. Come along."
Frollo:
"And He shall smite the wicked and plunge them into the fiery pit..."
Quasimodo:
"Look, I appreciate all that you're trying to do, but let's not get ahead of ourselves. Ugliest face in all of Paris, remember? I don't think I'm her type."
Phoebus:
"Candlelight, privacy, Romantic music. Can't think of a more perfect setting for hand-to-hand combat."
Phoebus:
"The name's Phoebus. It means Sun God."
Quasimodo:
"I'm sorry, master. I will never disobey you again."
Hugo:
"Oh, look, a mime."
Clopin:
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, the piECE-de-resistance!"
A Guard:
"You think he's ugly now, watch this!"
Frollo:
"I think...you're hiding something."
Quasimodo:
"Good morning. Will today be the day? You ready to fly?" (baby bird chirps sadly) "You sure? Good day to try! Why, if-if I picked a day to fly, oh, this would be it!"
Victor:
"It is a trick to watch the colorful pageantry of the simple peasant folk."
Frollo:
"And now, I'm going to do what I should have done...20 YEARS AGO!"
Frollo:
"Remember, Quasimodo, this is your sanctuary."
Quasimodo:
"My sanctuary."
Quasimodo:
"You'e right! I'll go! I'll get cleaned up, I'll stroll down those stairs, I'll march THROUGH the doors, and..."
Frollo:
"Good morning, Quasimodo."
Quasimodo:
"What? What am I supposed to do? Go out there and rescue the girl from the--from the jaws of death and the whole town will cheer like I'm some kind of a hero? She already has her knight-in-shining-armor, and it's NOT me!"
Quasimodo:
"Look. I'VE lived up in the bell tower for 20 years, and I think I know what the city looks like from above, and this is it!"
Hugo:
"Way to go, lover boy!"