Puppet Quotes in The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1996)

[describing the bells]

Clopin: Listen. They're beautiful, no? So many colors of sound, so many changing moods. Because, you know, they do not ring all by themselves.

Puppet: They don't?

Clopin: No, you silly boy. Up there, high, high in the dark bell tower, lives the mysterious bell ringer. Who is this creature?

Puppet: Who?

Clopin: What is he?

Puppet: What?

Clopin: How did he come to be there?

Puppet: How?

Clopin: Hush!

Puppet: Ow!

Clopin: Clopin will tell you. It is a tale, a tale of a man, and a monster.

Clopin: [singing] Now that we've seen all the evidence...

Puppet: Wait! I object!

Clopin: Overruled!

Puppet: I object!

Clopin: QUIET!

Puppet: Dang.

Clopin: [singing] We find you totally innocent... which is the worst crime of all...

Gypsies: SO YOU'RE GOING TO HANG!

Montoya Santana: Little Puppet!

Little Puppet: Orale!

Montoya Santana: Orale! How are you doing?

Little Puppet: Great.

Montoya Santana: It's good, ese. Called you for a little task, all right?

Little Puppet: Simon.

Montoya Santana: Now you'll do El Chucko. Want you to handle it for us, all right?

Puppet: I'll take care of it, ese.

Montoya Santana: Was I talking to you, ese?

Puppet: Santana, let me do it. Mi carnalito... that's not his thing. I mean he's no punk or nothing but...

J.D.: He's not talking to you, Puppet.

Montoya Santana: There's something I want you to understand, Little Puppet. What happened to Pie Face I didn't like it, but it was necessary, especially right now. Take a look over there, ese. El Chucko and La Nuestra Familia is making their play to get some respect, ese. La Eme took a long time earning the respect in this place. And if we wanna keep it we gotta show some class.

Puppet: Can I talk to you a minute?

Montoya Santana: Simon, ese.

Puppet: I heard about what happened. I'm sorry, Santana. Mi carnalito, he messed up.

Montoya Santana: It wasn't his fault, ese. It was all American beef. When they wanna pop you they're gonna pop you. Want some grill cheese, ese?

Puppet: No, thanks.

Montoya Santana: You sure, ese? It's good.

Puppet: People are saying it's Little Puppet's fault.

Montoya Santana: It wasn't his fault, ese.

Puppet: You know me, carnal, I'll do anything for La Eme. Anything. But I'm asking you, please, take my brother's name off.

Montoya Santana: Your brother's name is on a piece of paper, ese?

Puppet: They want me to kill him.

Montoya Santana: It's a mistake, ese. Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it. Nothing's gonna happen to your brother.

Puppet: It's good to hear, ese, it's good to hear.

Dornan: What I'd like to do now is to interview each of you individually. Who wants to go first?

Montoya Santana: Corky.

Dornan: Corky.

Puppet: Santana, how was the bus ride home?

Montoya Santana: Sunshine felt good.

Puppet: This is my brother, ese. They call him, Little Puppet. He's a genious, homes.

Mundo: Hey, don't get carried away.

Puppet: He does the placas in East L.A. Check it out.

[Shows a tatoo with naked babe]

Mundo: Nice tits.

Puppet: He's coming to Big Folsom. I want him with us.

J.D.: Can he take care of himself?

Puppet: He don't know no nothing, but I'll be responsible for him.

J.D.: You know what you do.

Montoya Santana: How are you doing on tecato, ese?

Little Puppet: I'm clean now, ese.

Montoya Santana: Thank you for helping to get this little meeting together, all right?

Little Puppet: Yeah, I'll do anything for my carnal.

Montoya Santana: When you come up, if you need anything just let us know. Running any problems, we'll take care of it, all right.

Little Puppet: Gracias.

Puppet: Carnalito.

Montoya Santana: Orale, Sparky, how are we doing in Vacaville?

Sparky: Slow, homes, we're trying to get it together, but we've got a little problem there. Some from the Familia want to take on them after they're starting their own clika. They're called La Nuestra Familia.

Montoya Santana: It's been a long time trying to get it together, dealing with whites and mayates only to be dealing with our own.

Huero: Orale, carnal, these aren't our own people, ese. They're nothing but a bunch of lame farmers from the North.

Montoya Santana: They're chicanos.