BARRICADE BOYS

You're Enjolras!Chaste, severe, and sometimes longwinded. Girls swoon at your feet, boys take your orders, and thugs cower at your righteous wrath.

You're Combeferre!A fount of compassion and common sense, you're Enjolras' right-hand man and occasional conscience. You may or may not wear glasses

.You're Courfeyrac!Wise guy, ladies' man, trusty sidekick, and invaluable friend. You're the life of the party, and are kind to random confused boys.

You're Jean Prouvaire!"Jehan" for short. You are a sweet poet, flighty and fond of flowers. You blusheasily, and are not afraid to cry-- or to face firing squads.

You're Feuilly!You're a poor working boy with a generous heart and a penchant for self-improvement. Occasionally you tend to fume about Poland.

You're Joly!Future doctorand budding hypochondriac. You're somewhat neurotic, but an awful lot of fun to be with. Your best pal is Bossuet.

You're Bossuet!Nothing you do ever goes right, and you're usually broke, but it couldn't happen to a nicer guy. Your best pal is Joly, who gives you his colds.

You're Bahorel!You like nothing better than to stir up trouble. Inexplicably enough, your parents dote on you anyway. You have a constitutional aversion to lawyers.

You're Grantaire!A noisy, hard-drinking cynic with a heart of gold, you annoy your friends sometimes, but they mostly like you anyway.

You're Marius!Stubborn, shy, romantic, and occasionally a little slow on the uptake. But you get the girland live happily ever after, which has to count for something.

Sergeant: "Will you tell me where you are going, you wretch?"

Gavroche: "General, I'm on my way to look for a doctor for my wife who is in labor."

Sergeant: "To arms!"

Gavroche knocks the sergeant over with the cart*

(All this one above and most to follow are from novel and play))

Culminating, when threatened with bludgeoning by Madame Thenardier, with what might be his most hysterical Badass Boast ever: "What a grenadier! Mother, you have the beard of a man, but I have the claws of a woman."

When Valjean confesses his identity to Marius, Cosette interrupts their conversation. At one point, she jokingly claims that Marius beats her and asks Valjean to defend her. Then she gives Marius "an adorable shrug of the shoulders, and an indescribably exquisite pout," and Marius randomly exclaims, "I love you!," to which Cosette responds, "I adore you!".

When Marius started to develop a crush on Cosette after weeks of seeing her and Valjean in the park, he found a handkerchief with the initials "U.F" on it which he thought that this belongs to Cosette and that her name must be Ursule (the only female first name with an U). Then, he starts kissing it. When Cosette saw this, she gives him a puzzling look and not to mention, that handkerchief belonged to Valjean who intentionally left it there. That's right! Marius is making out with Valjean's handkerchief!

Combeferre's most effective one-liner in response to Marius' speech on Napoleon: "To be free"

Towards the end of the book, Thénardier tries to blackmail Marius with the knowledge that Cosette is an illegitimate child. Upon meeting Marius, he has to pause and figure out how to best phrase the accusation, knowing that saying "Your wife is a bastard!" will more likely get him punched in the face.

The entire chapter with Theodule trying to get in M. Gillenormand's good graces, and the old man's reply: "You are a fool".

The scene where Javert arrests the Thénardiers is one big Funny Moment, "Would you like my hat?" and "You will not leave by the window. You will leave by the door. It is healthier."

Now for some quotes!!!!!! ((Les Miserables the Novel...Just so you know...))

“It is on December nights, with the thermometer at zero, that we most think of the sun.”

“There is nothing like a dream to create the future.”

"Tomorrow we'll discover what our God in Heaven has in store."

"Not being heard is no reason for silence."

“If you wish to understand what Revolution is, call it Progress; and if you wish to understand what Progress is, call it Tomorrow.”

“I dreamed a dream in times gone by.”

“A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.”

“...Nobody knows like a woman how to say things that are both sweet and profound. Sweetness and depth, this is all of woman; this is Heaven.”

“Life's great happiness is to be convinced we are loved.”

“Let us sacrifice one day to gain perhaps a whole life.”

“He never went out without a book under his arm, and he often came back with two.”

“The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only.”

“It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live.”

“Laughter is sunshine, it chases winter from the human face.”

“Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead. --I shall feel it."

She dropped her head again on Marius' knees, and her eyelids closed. He thought the poor soul had departed. Eponine remained motionless. All at once, at the very moment when Marius fancied her asleep forever, she slowly opened her eyes in which appeared the sombre profundity of death, and said to him in a tone whose sweetness seemed already to proceed from another world:--

"And by the way, Monsieur Marius, I believe that I was a little bit in love with you.”

“You ask me what forces me to speak? a strange thing; my conscience.”

“Life's great happiness is to be convinced we are loved.”

“He fell to the seat, she by his side. There were no more words. The stars were beginning to shine. How was it that the birds sing, that the snow melts, that the rose opens, that May blooms, that the dawns whitens behind the black trees on the shivering summit of the hills?
One kiss, and that was all.

Both trembled, and they looked at each other in the darkness with brilliant eyes.

They felt neither the cool night, nor the cold stone, nor the damp ground, nor the wet grass; they looked at each other, and their hearts were full of thought. They had clasped hands, without knowing it.

She did not ask him; did not even think where and how he had managed to get into the garden. It seemed so natural to her that he should be there.

From time to time Marius’ knee touched Cosette’s. A touch that thrilled.
At times, Cosette faltered out a word. Her soul trembled on her lips like a drop of dew on a flower.

Gradually, they began to talk. Overflow succeeded to silence, which is fullness. The night was serene and glorious above their heads. These two beings, pure as spirits, told each other everything, their dreams, their frenzies, their ecstasies, their chimeras, their despondencies, how they had adored each other from afar, how they had longed for each other, their despair when they had ceased to see each other. They had confided to each other in an intimacy of the ideal, which already, nothing could have increased, all that was most hidden and most mysterious in themselves. They told each other, with a candid faith in their illusions, all that love, youth and the remnant of childhood that was theirs, brought to mind. These two hearts poured themselves out to each other, so that at the end of an hour, it was the young man who had the young girl’s soul and the young girl who had the soul of the young man. They interpenetrated, they enchanted, they dazzled each other.

When they had finished, when they had told each other everything, she laid her head on his shoulder, and asked him: "What is your name?"

My name is Marius," he said. "And yours?"
My name is Cosette.”

“There is something more terrible than a hell of suffering--a hell of boredom. ”

Gavroche gives a long and detailed report on the strength of the foe.} This information given, Gavroche added, "I authorise you to give them a dose of pills."

The gun went off; the detonation burst upon them. "Present!" cried a cheerful voice. And at the same time with the ball, Gavroche tumbled into the barricade.

The sergeant crossed his bayonet. "Will you tell me where you are going, at last, wretch?"

"My general," said Gavroche, "I am going after the doctor for my wife, who is put to bed."

"You talk genteelly. Really, nobody would guess your age. You ought to sell all your hairs at a hundred francs apiece. That would make you five hundred francs." {this is probably my favorite Gavroche quote ever}

"Small boy," said [Valjean, "what is the matter with you?"

"The matter is that I am hungry," said Gavroche tartly. Then he added, "Small boy yourself!"

Let me tell you about book!Enjolras. When one of the revolutionaries got drunk and shot an unarmed citizen, Enjolras grabbed the man by his hair, forced him to his knees, and gave him one minute to say his prayers. He stood calmly timing him on his watch as the man screamed and begged at his feet, then put a pistol to his head and shot him. Then “he thrust the body aside with his foot and said, ‘Get rid of that.’” Enjolras had no problem giving Gavroche a gun. Enjolras stayed at the back of the barricade because he knew that he had to stay alive to give orders. Enjolras killed the young National Guard who was loading the cannon even though it pained him to do so— he shed single tear, called him “brother” and shot him to buy a few precious minutes. Enjolras instructed the revolutionaries to keep a stack of several paving stones on the first floor of the cafe, and when the National Guard attacked, they threw them on the soldiers below and crushed them. Enjolras found several bottles of wine in the back of the cafe; he placed them on the first floor, too, so that when they inevitably ran out of bullets they could use the bottles as clubs. When he was finally pinned down, surrounded by the bodies of his friends and and facing twenty members of the National Guard, Enjolras threw away his gun, offered them his chest, and said, “shoot me.” He refused a blindfold.

Enjolras is vicious. Enjolras is angry. And above all, Enjolras is an idealist; and there is absolutely nothing more dangerous.