The Making of Disney's 'The Hunchback of Notre Dame' Page #3

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- #Join the bums

and thieves and strumpets #

- Whoa!

# Streaming in

from Chartres to Calais #

# Scurvy knaves are extra scurvy

On the Sixth ofJanu-ervy #

# All because

it's Topsy-turvy Day #

# Come, one #

# Come, all #

# Hurry, hurry

Here's your chance #

# See the mystery

and romance #

# Come, one

Come, all #

# See the finest girl

in France #

# Make an entrance

to entrance #

# Dance

La Esmeralda #

# Dance #

- Look at that disgusting display.

- Yes, sir.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

the piece de resistance!

# Here it is

The moment you've been

waiting for #

# Here it is

You know exactly

what's in store #

# Now's the time we laugh

until our sides get sore #

# Now's the time

we crown the King of Fools #

- # You all remember

last year's king #

# So make a face that's

horrible and frightening #

- # Make a face that's gruesome

as a gargoyle's wing #

- Hey!

# For the face that's ugliest

will be the King of Fools #

- Why?

- # Topsy-turvy #

- # Ugly folks

Forget your shyness #

- # Topsy-turvy #

# You could soon be called

Your Highness #

# Put your foulest features

on display #

# Be the King

of Topsy-turvy Day #

Bleah!

- That's no mask.

- It's his face!

He's hideous!

It's the bell ringer

from Notre Dame!

Oh! Oh! Oh!

Ladies and gentlemen,

don't panic.

We asked for the ugliest face...

in Paris, and here it is!

Quasimodo,

the hunchback of Notre Dame!

Ev-ery-bo-dy!

- # Once a year

We throw a party #

- Who-o-a!

- # Here in town #

- # Hail to the king #

# Once a year, we turn

all Paris upside-down #

- # Oh, what a king #

- # Once a year, the ugliest #

- # Will wear a crown #

- Girls, give a kiss.

# We never had

a king like this #

# And it's the day we do

the things that we deplore #

# On the other three hundred

and sixty-four #

# Once a year we love to drop in,

where the beer is never stopping #

- # For the chance

to pop some popinjay #

- Oh!

# And pick a king

who put the "top" #

# In Topsy-turvy #

# Topsy-turvy

Mad-and-crazy

Upsy-daisy #

# Topsy-turvy Day ##

Quasimodo!

Quasimodo! Quasimodo!

You think he's ugly now?

Watch this.

- Quasimodo!

- Oh!

Now that's ugly!

Hail to the King!

- Bon appetit!

- Whoa!

Where are you goin', hunchback?

The fun's just beginning.

Master!

Master, please,

help me!

Sir, request permission

to stop this cruelty.

In a moment, Captain. A lesson

needs to be learned here.

Don't be afraid.

I'm sorry.

This wasn't

supposed to happen.

You! Gypsy girl!

Get down at once!

Yes, Your Honor. Just as soon

as I free this poor creature.

I forbid it!

How dare you defy me?

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.

- Silence!

- Justice!

Mark my words, Gypsy.

You will pay for this insolence.

Then it appears

we've crowned the wrong fool.

The only fool I see

is you!

Captain Phoebus,

arrest her.

Now, let's see. One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight, nine.

So there's ten of you and one of me.

What's a poor girl to do?

Witchcraft!

Oh, boys. Over here.

- There she is!

- Get her!

I'm free!

I'm free! Ooh!

Dang it.

Whoa! Whoo-hoo!

What a woman.

Whoa!

Find her, Captain.

I want her alive.

Yes, sir.

Seal off the area, men.

Find the Gypsy girl

and do not harm her.

I'm sorry, Master.

I will never disobey you again.

Stand back. Stand back.

Oh, he's hideous.

You, there, get away! Move on.

Hmm.

You!

Easy, easy.

L-l-I just shaved this morning.

- Oh, really? You missed a spot.

- All right, all right.

Just calm down. Just give me

a chance to apologize.

- For what?

- That, for example.

- You sneaky son of a...

- Ah, ah, ah. Watch it.

You're in a church.

Are you always this charming,

or am I just lucky?

Whoa!

Candlelight,

privacy, music.

Can't think of a better place

for hand-to-hand combat.

Ooh! You fight

almost as well as a man.

Funny, I was going to say

the same thing about you.

That's hitting a little below

the belt, don't you think?

No. This is.

Touche. Ohh!

- I didn't know you had a kid.

- Well, he doesn't

take kindly to soldiers.

Uh, I noticed.

Ah, permit me.

I'm Phoebus.

It means "Sun God."

- And you are?

- Is this an interrogation?

I believe it's called

an introduction.

- You're not arresting me?

- Not as long as you're in here.

I can't.

Huh. You're not at all

like the other soldiers.

Thank you.

So... if you're not going to arrest me,

what do you want?

I'd settle for your name.

- Esmeralda.

- Beautiful.

Much better

than Phoebus, anyway.

Good work, Captain.

Now arrest her.

Claim "sanctuary."

- Say it!

- You tricked me.

- I'm waiting, Captain.

- I'm sorry, sir. She claimed sanctuary.

- There's nothing I can do.

- Then drag her outside and...

Frollo, you will not

touch her! Don't worry.

Minister Frollo learned years ago

to respect the sanctity of the church.

All right, all right.

I'm going.

You think you've outwitted me.

But I'm a patient man.

And Gypsies don't do well

inside stone walls.

What are you doing?

I was just imagining a rope

around that beautiful neck.

- I know what you were imagining.

- Such a clever witch.

So typical of your kind

to twist the truth...

to cloud the mind

with unholy thoughts.

Well, no matter.

You've chosen

a magnificent prison.

But it is a prison,

nonetheless.

Set one foot outside,

and you're mine.

Frollo's orders.

Post a guard at every door.

Oh!

Don't worry, Djali.

- If Frollo thinks

he can keep us here, he's wrong.

- Don't act rashly, my child.

You created quite a stir

at the festival.

It would be unwise to arouse

Frollo's anger further.

You saw what he did out there,

letting the crowd torture that poor boy.

I thought if just one person

could stand up to him, then...

What do they have against

people who are different, anyway?

You can't right all the wrongs

of this world by yourself.

No one out there is going

to help, that's for sure.

Well, perhaps there's

someone in here who can.

# 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 #

# God, help the outcasts #

# Hungry from birth #

# Show them the mercy #

# They don't find

on earth #

# God, help my people #

# We look to you still #

# God, help the outcasts #

# Or nobody will #

# I ask for wealth #

# I ask for fame #

# I ask for glory #

# To shine on my name #

# I ask for love #

# I can possess #

# I ask for God

and His angels #

# To bless me #

# 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 outcast #

# Children of #

# God ##

You! Bell ringer!

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