You speak of justice, yet you are cruel to those most in need of your help.[to Frollo]
Then it appears we’ve crowned the wrong fool. The only fool I see is you![Claude Frollo: Mark my words, Gypsy. You will pay for this insolence.]
Please help my people, the poor and downtrod. I thought we all were the children of God. God help the outcasts, children of God.[singing]
Funny, I was going to say the same thing about you.[Phoebus: You fight almost as well as a man.]