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

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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 #

# I, who look upon you

without fear #

# How can I

protect you, boy #

# Unless you always

stay in here #

# Away in here #

Remember what

I've taught you, Quasimodo.

- # You are deformed #

- # I am deformed #

- # And you are ugly #

- # And I am ugly #

# And these are crimes

for which the world

shows little pity #

# You do not

comprehend #

# You are

my one defender #

- # Out there they'll

revile you as a monster #

- # I am a monster #

- # Out there they will

hate and scorn and jeer #

- # Only a monster #

# Why invite their calumny

and consternation #

# Stay in here #

- # Be faithful to me #

- # I'm faithful #

- # Grateful to me #

- # I'm grateful #

# Do as I say

Obey #

- # And stay in here #

- # I'll stay in here #

You are good to me, Master.

- I'm sorry.

- You are forgiven.

But, remember, Quasimodo,

this is your sanctuary.

My sanctuary.

# Safe behind these windows

and these parapets of stone #

# Gazing at the people

down below me #

- # All my life, I watch them

as I hide up here alone #

# Hungry for the histories

they show me #

# All my life

I memorize their faces #

# Knowing them

as they will never know me #

# All my life, I wonder

how it feels to pass a day #

# Not above them #

# But part of them #

# And out there #

# Living in the sun #

# Give me one day

out there #

# All I ask is one #

# To hold forever #

# Out there #

# Where they all

live unaware #

# What I'd give #

# What I'd dare #

#Just to live #

# One day #

# Out there #

# Out there among the millers

and the weavers

and their wives #

- # Through the roofs and gables

I can see them #

# Every day they shout and scold

and go about their lives #

# Heedless of the gift it is

to be them #

# If I was

in their skin #

# I'd treasure #

# Every instant #

# Out there #

# Strolling by the Seine #

# Taste the morning

out there #

# Like ordinary men #

# Who freely walk

about there #

#Just one day

and then #

# I swear

I'll be content #

# With my share #

# Won't resent

Won't despair #

# Old and bent

I won't care #

# I'll have spent

one day #

# Out there ##

Hmm. Uh-uh.

You leave town for a couple of decades,

and they change everything.

Excuse me, gentlemen, I'm looking for

the Palace ofJustice. Would you...

Mmm. I guess not.

Ahh!

Stay away, child. They're Gypsies.

They'll steal us blind.

All right, Gypsy.

- Where'd ya get the money?

- For your information, I earned it.

- Gypsies don't earn money.

- They steal it.

You'd know

a lot about stealing.

Troublemaker, eh?

Maybe a day in the stocks

will cool ya down.

- Oof!

- Oof!

Come back here,

Gypsy!

- Achilles, sit.

- Whoa!

Oh, dear, I'm sorry.

Naughty horse!

Naughty!

He's just impossible. Really,

I can't take him anywhere.

Get this thing off me!

I'll teach you a lesson, peasant!

You were saying...

Lieutenant?

Oh, C-Captain!

Ow! At your service, sir!

I know you have a lot

on your mind right now,

but the Palace ofJustice?

- Make way for the Captain!

- Go on, make way!

Make way!

- Everybody out of the way!

- You, make way for the Captain!

- Make way!

- Make way, now!

Come on, boy.

Achilles, heel!

- Stop.

- Sir?

Ease up.

Wait between lashes.

Otherwise the old sting

will dull him to the new.

Yes, sir.

Ah, so this is the gallant Captain

Phoebus, home from the wars.

Reporting for duty,

as ordered, sir.

Your service record

precedes you, Phoebus.

I expect nothing but the best

from a war hero of your caliber.

- And you shall have it, sir.

I guarantee it.

- Yes.

You know, my last

Captain of the Guard was, um,

a bit of a disappointment to me.

Well, no matter. I'm sure

you'll whip my men into shape.

Uh, thank you.

It's a grea...

tre... uh,

tremendous honor, sir.

You've come to Paris

in her darkest hour, Captain.

It will take a firm hand

to save the weak-minded...

- from being so easily misled.

- Misled, sir?

Look, Captain. Gypsies. The Gypsies

live outside the normal order.

Their heathen ways inflame

the people's lowest instincts.

And they

must be stopped.

I was summoned from the wars to capture

fortune-tellers and palm readers?

Eh, the real war, Captain,

is what you see before you.

For 20 years, I have been

taking care of the Gypsies,

one... by... one.

And yet, for all my success,

they have thrived.

I believe they have a safe haven

within the walls of this very city.

A nest, if you will.

They call it

the Court of Miracles.

What are we going to do

about it, sir?

You make your point

quite vividly, sir.

You know, I like you, Captain.

Shall we?

Oh, duty calls.

- Have you ever attended

a peasant festival, Captain?

- Not recently, sir.

Then this should be quite an education

for you. Come along.

# Come, one #

# Come, all #

# Leave your looms

and milking stools #

# Coop the hens

and pen the mules #

# Come, one #

# Come, all #

# Close the churches

and the schools #

# It's the day

for breaking rules #

- Whoa!

- # Come and join

the Feast #

# Of #

Fools!

# Once a year we throw

a party here in town #

# Once a year we turn

all Paris upside-down #

# Every man's a king

and every king's a clown #

# Once again

it's Topsy-turvy Day #

# It's the day the devil in us

gets released #

# It's the day we mock the pig

and shock the priest #

# Everything is topsy-turvy

at the Feast of Fools #

Uh-huh!

# Topsy-turvy #

# Everything is upsy-daisy #

- # Topsy-turvy #

# Everyone is acting crazy #

- # Dross is gold

and weeds are a bouquet #

# That's the way

on Topsy-turvy Day #

Whoa!

Hey!

Are you all right?

I didn't mean to.

L-I'm sorry.

Well, you're not hurt, are you?

Here, here, let's see.

- No, no! N-No!

- There.

See? No harm done.

Just try to be

a little more careful.

L-l-I will.

By the way, great mask.

- # Topsy-turvy

- # Beat the drums

And blow the trumpets #

# Topsy-turvy #

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