Quasimodo, the bell-ringer:
Ohh, you asked me why I saved you. I tried to carry you off, and the next day, you gave me water, and a little pity.
Quasimodo, the bell-ringer:
[half-laughing, half-weeping] I'm about as shapeless as the man in the moon!
Quasimodo, the bell-ringer:
[to one of the stone gargoyles] Why was I not made of stone -- like thee?
[Watching Esmeralda dance]
Louis XI, King of France:
How about you, doctor? Doesn't she set your pulse running?
The King's Physician:
I'm a widower four times over, sire, but I could begin all over again gladly.
Quasimodo, the bell-ringer:
Sanctuary! Sanctuary!
Clopin:
Here is your contest. Try to cut every bell out of this armor suit. If a single bell jingles, you lose.
Gringoire:
And then?
Clopin:
And then you hang!
Gringoire:
[pondering for a moment] Can you do it?
Clopin:
I'm above that sort of thing. I cut throats.