The Making of Disney's 'The Hunchback of Notre Dame' Page #2

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Quasi, 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.

Yeah, you're human, with the flesh

and the hair and the navel lint.

We're just part of the architecture.

Right, Victor?

Yet, if you chip us,

will we not flake?

- If you moisten us,

do we not grow moss?

- Whoo, whoo, whoo!

Quasi, just grab a fresh tunic

and a clean pair of hose, and...

Thanks for the encouragement.

But you're all forgetting one big thing.

- What?

- My master, Frollo.

- Oh.

- Oh, yeah.

- Oh, dear, yes.

W-Well, when he says you're forbidden

from ever leaving the bell tower,

d-does he mean

"ever," ever?

Never ever. And he hates

the Feast of Fools.

- He'd be furious if I asked to go.

- Who says ya gotta ask?

- Oh, no.

- Ya sneak out...

- It's just one afternoon.

- I couldn't.

And ya sneak back in.

- He'll never know you were gone.

- And if I got caught?

Better to beg forgiveness

than ask permission.

- He might see me.

- You could wear a disguise.

Just this once.

What Frollo doesn't know

can't hurt ya.

- Ignorance is bliss.

- Look who's talkin'.

Nobody wants to stay

cooped up here forever.

You're right. I'll go.

- I'll get cleaned up.

I'll stroll down those stairs.

- Yes, sir!

- There ya go!

- I'll march through the doors and...

Good morning, Quasimodo.

Oh, good m-morning, Master.

Dear boy,

whomever are you talking to?

My... friends.

I see. And what are your

friends made of, Quasimodo?

Stone.

- Can stone talk?

- No, it can't.

That's right.

You're a smart lad.

Now, lunch.

Shall we review

your alphabet today?

Oh, yes, Master.

I would like that very much.

- Very well. "A"?

- Abomination.

- "B"?

- Blasphemy.

- "C"?

- C-Contrition.

- "D"?

- Damnation.

- "E"?

- Eternal damnation.

- Good. "F"?

- Festival.

- Excuse me?

- F-Forgiveness.

- You said, "Festival."

- No!

You are thinking

about going to the festival.

L-It's just that

you go every year.

I am a public official.

I must go.

But I don't

enjoy a moment.

Thieves and cutpurses,

the dregs of humankind,

all mixed together

in a shallow, drunken stupor.

I didn't mean

to upset you, Master.

Quasimodo,

can't you understand?

When your heartless mother

abandoned you as a child,

anyone else

would have drowned you.

And this is my thanks for taking you in

and raising you as my son?

I'm sorry, sir.

Oh, my dear Quasimodo.

You don't know

what it's like out there.

I do. I do.

# The world is cruel #

# The world is wicked #

# It's I alone whom you can

trust in this whole city #

# I am your only friend #

# I, who keep you, teach you

feed you, dress you #

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