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.
