The Making of Disney's 'The Hunchback of Notre Dame'

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# Morning in Paris

The city awakes #

# To the bells

of Notre Dame #

# The fisherman fishes

The baker man bakes #

# To the bells

of Notre Dame #

- # To the big bells

as loud as the thunder#

# To the little bells

soft as a psalm #

# And some say the soul

of the city's the toll #

# Of the bells #

# The bells

of Notre Dame #

Listen.

They're beautiful, no?

So many colors of sound,

so many changing moods.

Because you know they do not

ring all by themselves.

- They don't?

- No, you silly boy.

- Up there, high,

high in the dark bell tower,

Lives the mysterious

bell ringer.

- Who is this creature?

- Who?

- What is he?

- What?

- How did he come to be there?

- How?

- Hush. Clopin will tell you.

- Ow!

It is a tale,

a tale of a man...

and a monster.

- # Dark was the night

when our tale was begun #

- # On the docks

near Notre Dame #

- Shut it up, will you?

- We'll be spotted!

- Hush, little one.

# Four frightened Gypsies

slid silently under#

# The docks

near Notre Dame #

Four guilders

for safe passage into Paris.

# A trap had been laid

for the Gypsies #

# And they gazed up

in fear and alarm #

# At a figure

whose clutches #

- # Were iron

as much as the bells #

- Judge Claude Frollo!

# The bells #

- # Of Notre Dame #

- # Kyrie eleison #

#Judge Claude Frollo

longed to purge the world

of vice and sin #

# Kyrie eleison #

# And he saw corruption #

# Everywhere

except within #

Bring these Gypsy vermin

to the Palace ofJustice.

You there!

What are you hiding?

Stolen goods, no doubt.

Take them from her.

She ran.

# Dies irae

Dies irae #

# Dies illa

Dies illa #

# Solvet saeclum

in favilla #

Aah!

- # Quando tremor

est futurus #

# Quando judex

est venturus #

Sanctuary!

Please, give us sanctuary!

# Quando tremor

est futurus #

# Dies irae #

A baby?

A monster!

# Solvet saeclum

in favilla #

# Dies irae

Dies irae #

- Stop!

- ... cried the Archdeacon.

This is an unholy demon. I'm sending it

back to hell, where it belongs.

# See, there, the innocent blood

you have spilt #

# On the steps

of Notre Dame #

I am guiltless.

She ran. I pursued.

# Now you would add this child's

blood to your guilt #

- # On the steps

of Notre Dame #

- My conscience is clear.

# You can lie to yourself

and your minions #

# You can claim

that you haven't a qualm #

# But you never

can run from #

# Nor hide what you've done

from the eyes #

# The very eyes #

# Of Notre Dame #

# Kyrie eleison #

# And for one time

in his life #

# Of power and control #

# Kyrie eleison #

# Frollo felt a twinge of fear

for his immortal soul #

- What must I do?

- Care for the child

and raise it as your own.

What? I am to be saddled

with this misshapen...

Very well. But let him live

with you in your church.

- Live here? Where?

- Anywhere.

#Just so he's kept locked away

where no one else can see #

The bell tower, perhaps.

And who knows? Our Lord works

in mysterious ways.

# Even this foul creature

may yet prove one day to be #

# Of use to me #

And Frollo gave

the child a cruel name,

a name that means,

"half-formed."

Quasimodo.

# Now here is a riddle

to guess if you can #

# Sing the bells

of Notre Dame #

# Who is the monster

And who is the man #

- # Sing the bells, bells

bells, bells #

# Bells, bells

bells, bells #

# Bells of Notre Dame ##

Good morning.

Will today be the day?

Are you ready to fly?

You sure? Good day to try.

Why, if-if I picked a day

to fly, oh, this would be it.

The Festival of Fools.

It will be fun with jugglers

and-and-and music and dancing.

Go on. Nobody wants

to be cooped up here forever.

Oh, man!

I thought he'd never leave.

I'll be spittin' feathers for a week.

Well, that's what you get

for sleeping with your mouth open.

Go scare a nun. Hey, Quasi,

what's goin' on out there?

- A fight? A flogging?

- A festival.

- You mean a Feast of Fools?

- Uh-huh.

All right, all right!

Pour the wine and cut the cheese.

It is a treat to watch the colorful

pageantry of the simple peasant folk.

- Boy, nothin' like balcony seats

for watching the ol' F.O.F.

- Yeah, watchin'.

Oh, look. A mime.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

What gives?

Aren't you going to watch

the festival with us?

- I don't get it.

- Perhaps he's sick.

Impossible. If 20 years of

listenin' to you two hasn't made

him sick by now, nothin' will.

Watching the Festival of Fools

has always been the highlight

of the year for Quasimodo.

What good is watchin' the party

if you never get to go?

Here, get away from me!

Go on, ya bunch of buzzards!

He's not made of stone, like us.

Quasi, what's wrong? You want to tell

ol' Laverne all about it?

L... I just don't feel

like watching the festival, that's all.

Well, did ya ever think

of goin' there instead?

Sure. But I'd

never fit in out there.

I'm not... normal.

Oh, Quasi, Quasi, Quasi.

Do ya mind?

I would like to have a moment with

the boy, if it's all right with you!

Hey, quit beatin' around

the bell tower. What do we

gotta do, paint ya a fresco?

As your friends and guardians,

we insist you attend the festival.

- Me?

- No, the Pope. Of course, you!

It would be a veritable potpourri

of educational experience.

- Wine, women and song.

- You can learn to identify

various regional cheeses.

- Bobbin' for snails.

- Study indigenous folk music.

- Playin' dunk the monk!

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.

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