Quasimodo: Frollo, my master my saviour, my priest of Jesus here. You have a heart that cares.
Frollo: A heart.
Quasimodo: A heart that love can heal.
Frollo: A heart that tears can chill. Quasimodo: A heart that still can feel
Frollo: A heart that had to kill.
Frollo: Look over there! Your sweet Esmeralda! Do you recall Quasimodo, when she was dancing there down on the square? I sent her to the scaffold, don't you see? For she would not give her love to me.
Quasimodo: You have done this, you!
Frollo: On a cross like our Jesus she'll die!
Quasimodo: Nooo!
Frollo: Look over there, the hangman awaits. For the gypsies cry. Your Esmeralda, its her that will hang. When the sun starts to rise! Ha ha ha ha!
Quasimodo: Frollo! ____________________ \"Give Her To Me\"
Quasimodo: Give her to me. Hand her to me. Leave her alone. She is my own. My Esmeralda. Don't go away. Please won't you stay?