Frollo: The Gypsies live outside the normal order. Their heathen ways inflame the people's lowest instincts. And they must be stopped.
Phoebus: I was summoned from the wars to capture fortune-tellers and palm readers?
Frollo: Eh, the real war, Captain, is what you see before you. For 20 years I have been taking care of the Gypsies,
Frollo: [squashes ants in the ledge] ... one by one. And yet, for all my success,
Frollo: [lifts block to expose a swarm of bugs] ... they have thrived. I believe they have a safe haven within the walls of this very city. A nest, if you will. They call it the Court of Miracles.
Phoebus: What are we going to do about it, sir?
[Frollo smashes the block over the bugs]
Phoebus: You make your point quite vividly, sir.
