Frollo: Captain Phoebus, arrest her.
Oafish Guard: All right, gypsy, where'd you get that money?
Esmeralda: For your information, I earned it.
Oafish Guard: Gypsies don't earn money.
Brutish Guard: They steal it.
Clopin: Three cheers for Quasimodo.
Victor: Perhaps he's sick.
Laverne: Impossible. If twenty years of listening to you two hasn't made him sick by now, nothing will.
Hugo: Give her some slack, then reel her in. Then give her some slack.
Laverne: Knock it off, Hugo. She's a girl, not a mackerel.
Clopin: And Frollo gave the child a cruel name, a name that means "half-formed" - Quasimodo.
Frollo: The sentence for insubordination is death. Such a pity. You threw away a promising career.
Phoebus: Consider it my highest honor, sir.
Quasimodo: Is this the Court of Miracles?
Phoebus: Offhand, I'd say it's the Court of Ankle-deep Sewage. Must be the old catacombs.
Phoebus: You leave town for a couple of decades and they change everything.
Frollo: And look what else I've caught in my net. Captain Phoebus, back from the dead. Another "miracle", no doubt. I shall remedy that.