F. Who is that girl who dares to dance her evil dance before Notre dame?
G. That girl is my wife; she was given to me by the king of a tribe.
F. Did you touch the girl, you creature of sin?
G. She never let me near.
F. Don't touch her you hear.
G. Father do you recall, this word carved on the wall.
G. Do you know what this word means, this word anarchy?
F. Why do you bother me, the Greek anarchy means destiny.
G. Is that Quasimodo, those men have led away?
F. My poor hunchback has fallen low, lets hear what these men say.