So, here's my office, the home of big ideas and genius. [leads her to a desk with blueprints on it] For example, here we see the plans for Chicken Wings version 3. [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] At the moment, my boss and I are working on several... Uh... important... [giggles nervously and fiddles around with a nutcracker] Inventions. [loses his grip and the nutcracker hits a bookshelf, breaking it] He... uh... [doesn't look where he's going and accidentally steps into an empty bucket] He calls me his ideas man. [clears his throat]

Felicie

You know how to use all this stuff?

Uh, not yet. But I... I have a chair. [sits down in his chair and spins around, finally getting the bucket off his foot]

Hey, Victor.

He's the cleaner. [lowers his voice] He's two sandwiches short of a picnic.

So the pencils all need sharpening and the boss wants us to polish his boots for tomorrow.

Felicie

So your boss calls you his ideas man, huh?

Well... Uh... He has the ideas. [absentmindedly puts a screw in the pencil sharpener] And I think they're great. But it's a start.

Felicie

Hey, Victor. You were right for once. Dreams can come true.

Ha ha ha ha, huh...