Esmeralda: Wow, I'll bet even the king himself doesn't have a view like this. I wish I could stay staring at this forever.
Quasimodo: You could stay...
Esmeralda: No, I can't. Gypsies don't do well inside stone walls.
Quasimodo: But you're not like other Gypsies! They are...evil...
Esmeralda: Who told you that?
Quasimodo: My master, Frollo. He took me in and raised me. I'm a monster, you know.
Esmeralda: Hm. *takes his hand* Let me see this. *starts reading his palm* This means you have a long lifeline. And this means you're shy. Hm. Hm, hm, hm.
Quasimodo: What is it?
Esmeralda: Monster lines. I don't see any. Not a single one. *holds out her own hand* Now you see me. Do you think I'm evil?
Quasimodo: Oh, no! You are beautiful and kind and-
Esmeralda: -And a Gypsy. So maybe Frollo's wrong about the both of us.
