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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:
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