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] I ask for nothing, I can get by / But I know so many less lucky than I / Please help my people, the poor and downtrod / I thought we all were the children of God / God help the outcasts, children of God.
: [as Quasimodo towers over him after he throws Frollo to the floor and steals his sword
] Now, now... L-Listen to me, Quasimodo... Quasimodo
: [wailing accusingly
] No, *you* listen! 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...! Esmeralda
] Quasimodo? Quasimodo
: [skipping over to her and scooping her up
] Esmeralda! Frollo
: She lives.
[he draws his sword
: But y-y-you're not like other Gypsies; they are... evil. Esmeralda
: Who told you that? Quasimodo
: My master, Frollo. He raised me. Esmeralda
: How can such a cruel man have raised someone like you...? Quasimodo
: Cruel? Oh, no, he saved my life! He took me in when no one else would. I am a monster you know... Esmeralda
: He told you that? Quasimodo
: *Look* at me. Esmeralda
: [Frowns slightly
] Give me your hand. Quasimodo
: Why? Esmeralda
: Just let me see it.
[reading Quasimodo's palm
: Hmm, a long lifeline... Oh, and *this* one means you're shy... Hmmmmm. Mmmm, mmm, mm... Well, that's funny... Quasimodo
: What? Esmeralda
: I don't see any... Quasimodo
: Any what? Esmeralda
: Monster lines. Not a single one. Esmeralda
: [holds out her hand while Quasi briefly studies his own
] 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.
: [Introducing the bells to Esmeralda
] That's Little Sophia. And Jeanne-Marie, Anne-Marie, Louise-Marie. Triplets, you know. Esmeralda
: And who is this? Quasimodo
: *Big* Marie. Esmeralda
: [Inside the bell
: She likes you. Would you like to see more?
] I don't know if you can hear me / Or if you're even there / I don't know if you would listen / To a Gypsy's prayer / Yes, I know I'm just an outcast / I shouldn't speak to you / Still, I see your face and wonder / Were you once an outcast, too?
: You, Gypsy girl! Get down at once! Esmeralda
: Yes, Your Honor. Just as soon as I free this poor creature. Frollo
: I for-bid it!
[Esmeralda cuts the ropes 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, yet you are cruel to those most in need of your help! Frollo
: Silence! Esmeralda
[the crowd gasps in amazement
: 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!
[tosses King of Fool's crown at Frollo's feet
[Quasimodo stumbles into Esmeralda's tent
: Hey! Are you all right? Quasimodo
: [hiding his face with his hood
] I-I didn't mean to, I, I'm sorry. Esmeralda
: Oh you're not hurt, are you? Here, here, let's see.
[she lifts Quasimodo's hood from over his face
: No, no! - N-no! Esmeralda
: There. See? No harm done.
[Quasi smiles in relief
: Just try to be a little more careful. Quasimodo
: I, I... I-I will. Esmeralda
: By the way... great mask.
: Esmeralda? Esmeralda
: Shh. Shh. Shh. You'll hide here until you're strong enough to move.
[Esmeralda pulls out a flask
: Great. I could use a drink.
[Esmeralda pours it on his wound, and Phoebus cries out in pain
: Yessssss! Mmmm. Feels like a 1470 Burgundy. Not a good year.
: Maybe Frollo's wrong about the both of us.
[the gargoyles are eavesdropping
: What did she say? Laverne
: Frollo's nose is long, and he wears a truss. Hugo
: Ha! Told ya. Pay up. Victor
: Oh, dear...
[hands him a coin
: [takes the coin
: Why is it, whenever we meet, I end up bleeding? Esmeralda
: You're lucky. That arrow almost pierced your heart. Phoebus
: [holding her hand to his heart
] I'm not so sure it didn't.
: What are you doing? Frollo
: [caressing her neck
] I was just imagining a rope around that beautiful neck.
[she elbows him in the gut so he loses his grip
] I know what you were "imagining."
: What is this place? Quasimodo
: This is where I live. Esmeralda
: Did you make all these things yourself? Quasimodo
: Most of them. Esmeralda
: This is beautiful. Oh, if I could do this, you wouldn't find me dancing in the streets for coins. Quasimodo
: But you're a wonderful dancer. Esmeralda
: Well, it keeps bread on the table, anyway. What's this? Quasimodo
: [rushing toward the table
] Oh! No, please, I-I-I'm not finished; I-I-I still have to paint them. Esmeralda
: It's the blacksmith. And the baker! You're a surprising person, Quasimodo.
: Come with me! Quasimodo
: What? Esmeralda
: To the Court of Miracles. Leave this place. Quasimodo
: Oh, no. I'm never going back out there again, because of what happened today. No. This is where I belong. Esmeralda
: All right, then I'll come to see you. Quasimodo
: Here? But what about the soldiers and Frollo? Esmeralda
: I'll come after sunset. Quasimodo
: But at-at sunset I have to ring the evening Mass, then after that I clean the cloisters, then I ring the Vespers, and...
[Esmeralda kisses him
: Whatever's good for you.
: All right, gypsy, where'd you get that money? Esmeralda
: For your information, I earned it. Oafish Guard
: Gypsies don't earn money. Brutish Guard
: They steal it.
: Let's see, there's one, two, three, four, five... ten of you, and only one of me
[pulling a handkerchief out of her pocket and wiping her nose in it
: what's a poor girl to do?
[she pretends to cry at first, then sneezes into the handkerchief and disappears
: Easy, easy, I just shaved this morning. Esmeralda
: 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
: [kicking her to the floor
] That, for example. Esmeralda
: You sneaky, son of a... Phoebus
: Ah-ah-ah! Watch it. We're in a church. Esmeralda
: Are you always this charming, or am I just lucky? Phoebus
: Ah-ah-ah-ah, 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
: Touche! Oof!... I didn't know you had a kid. Esmeralda
: He doesn't take kindly to strangers.
: Zephyr, you need to slow down. Zephyr
: [really slow
] Okay, Mom...
: [entering Esmeralda's tent
] That circus is responsible for a string of robberies. Esmeralda
: What? Zephyr
: [juggling his balls
] I like the circus, Papa. I want to join, and... Phoebus
: Absolutely not! Those people... Esmeralda
: *Those* people? How can you lump people to gether like that? Phoebus
: But the gypsies weren't guilty of crimes like these circus people. Quasimodo
] Madellaine's not. She's different. Phoebus
: Well, maybe. And maybe she's just using you to get something else. Quasimodo
: You don't think she could be interested in me? Just for me? Phoebus
: Well, yes... of course, anyone could, but look at the facts. Quasimodo
: Find some! Then I will.