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Victor
- Victor: [watching Felicie dance around the Irish bar] Wow!
- [Love-struck, he tosses her a rose. Felicie reaches up to catch it, but loses her balance and falls onto a table. Merante, who was seated nearby, stands up and removes his hat. Felicie gasps in fear]
- Mérante: [sternly] I hope that tomorrow you act with a little more dignity.
- [starts to walk out]
- Mérante: Anyway, tonight was...
- [puts his hat back on and smiles]
- Mérante: A GOOD performance.
- Felicie: [flattered] Thank you, sir.
- Luteau: [catches Victor and Felicie on the roof] I'm going to stop this! No one interrupts my nightly face care routine and gets away with it!
- Victor: [bravely] I do!
- Luteau: [outraged] WHAT?
- [Victor picks up Felicie and runs down the roof, with Luteau close behind]
- Luteau: Stop! I can't run that fast! I have delicate ankles!
- [Victor, still carrying Felicie, jumps off the roof and manages to fly away with the help of his 'chicken wings'. Luteau, meanwhile, lands on a lower part of the roof and falls right through]
- Victor: [joyously] One day, everyone will travel like this!
- Felicie: [jokingly] I hope they have barf bags!
- [Luteau pursues them once again, this time on a motorcycle]
- Victor: [to Felicie] We're gonna make the train to Paris!
- [One of his wings suddenly breaks. Victor and Felicie fall and land in a cart full of hay. Felicie's music box falls out of her pocket and bounces out of the cart. The cart slowly starts to roll away with the children in tow]
- Victor: Oh! We're gonna miss the train to Paris!
- Felicie: [shocked] My mother's music box!
- [Victor quickly jumps out of the cart and grabs the music box. Felicie reaches out her hand for Victor, but the cart is now moving too fast for him to keep up]
- Felicie: Victor!
- [notices Luteau chasing them]
- Felicie: He's behind you!
- Luteau: Come here, chicken boy! It's back to the hen house for you!
- Felicie: [to Victor, about the Irish bar] I LOVE it here! Let's party!
- [starts to dance on the tables]
- Victor: [shouting over the music] I'll bet you Rudy would never bring you here!
- [He chuckles and Felicie continues to dance around the bar]
- Bar patrons: Yeah! Wow! Look at her go!
- Victor: [impressed] Wow!
- [to a man at the bar]
- Victor: That's my girlfriend!
- Man at bar: [chuckles] Does SHE know that?
- Victor: [shows Felicie into his new place of work] So, behold my office. Or as I like to call it, my 'inventorium'. I even invented that word here!
- [leads her to a desk with blueprints on it]
- Victor: Here, we see the plans of Chicken Wings, Version Three.
- [He leans on the desk and slips, falling to the floor and sending his blueprints flying. He quickly gets back up and awkwardly continues the tour]
- Victor: At the moment, my boss and I are working on several... Uh... important...
- [giggles nervously and fiddles around with a nutcracker]
- Victor: Inventions.
- [loses his grip and the nutcracker hits a bookshelf, breaking it]
- Victor: He... uh...
- [doesn't look where he's going and accidentally steps into an empty bucket]
- Victor: He calls me his ideas man.
- [clears his throat]
- Felicie: [amazed] You know how to use all this stuff?
- Victor: Uh, not yet. But I... I have a chair.
- [sits down in his chair and spins around, finally getting the bucket off his foot]
- Felicie: [looking through a telescope] You've done so well, Victor!
- Victor: Glad we see eye-to-eye on that.
- [Felicie giggles]
- Mathurin: [enters, holding a large stack of scrolls] Hey, Victor.
- Victor: [to Felicie] He's the cleaner.
- [lowers his voice]
- Victor: He's two Eiffel's short of a tower.
- Mathurin: [to Victor] So the pencils all need sharpening and the boss wants us to polish his shoes for tomorrow.
- Victor: [awkwardly] I don't do that.
- Felicie: [amused] So your big boss calls you his ideas man, huh?
- Victor: [puts pencils in a sharpener] Well... Uh... HE has the ideas.
- [absentmindedly puts a screw in the pencil sharpener]
- Victor: And I think they're great. But it's a start.
- Felicie: Hey, Victor. You were right for once. Dreams CAN come true.
- Victor: Of course I was right!
- [the pencil sharpener starts to go out of control because of the screw. Victor tries in vain to hold it back]
- Victor: I'm always...
- [the pencil sharpener breaks down, covering the corner in smoke]
- Victor: Right.