Come on, Quasi, snap out of it! Your friends are down there! It's all my fault. You gotta...

[Quasimodo is chained down, the gargoyles are encouraging him to free free himself] Hugo: Come on, Quasi, snap out of it! Victor: Your friends are down there! Quasimodo: [despondently and weakly] It's all my fault. Laverne: [as she, Hugo, and Victor try tugging the chains] You gotta break these chains! Quasimodo: [sulkingly] I can't. I tried. What difference would it make? Victor: But you can't let Frollo *win*! Quasimodo: [despondently again] He already has. Hugo: [dropping the chains] Say, you're giving up? That's it? Laverne: These chains aren't what's holding you back, Quasimodo. Quasimodo: [snapping firmly] Leave me alone! Hugo: [meekly] Okay. Okay, Quasi. We'll leave you alone. Victor: After all, we're only made out of stone. [he and Hugo turn to stone] Laverne: We just thought maybe you were made of somethin' stronger. [turns to stone] Laverne: [pause; Frollo's voice drifts up from below] Frollo: For justice, for Paris, and for her own salvation, it is my sacred duty to send this unholy demon... back where she belongs! [he fires the kindling while the crowd indistinctly shouts in protest] Quasimodo: *Nooooooooooooooo!* [the chains snap taut, the bells resonate as the pillars Quasimodo is chained to break and fall]

You do what you think is right. What? What am I supposed to do? Go out there and rescue the girl from the jaws of death, and the whole town will cheer like I'm some kind of a hero? She already has her knight in shining armour, and it's not me. Frollo was right. Frollo was right about everything. I'm tired of trying to be something that I'm not. I must be out of my mind. Phoebus! -I'm coming with you! -Glad you changed your mind. I'm not doing it for you. I'm doing it for her. You know where she is? No, but she said that this will help us find her. Good, good, good. Great. What is it? I'm not sure. It must be some sort of code. Maybe it's Arabic. No, no. It's not Arabic. Maybe it's ancient Greek. "When you wear this woven band, you hold the city in your hand." -What? -It's the city. -What are you talking about? -It's a map. See, here's the cathedral and the river, and this little stone must be... -I've never seen a map that looks like... -I've lived in the tower for 20 years. And I think I know what the city looks like from above. -This is it. -This is not it.