Come on, Isabelle, you don't want to nap. Let's play trucks. Vroom! [Isabelle giggling] Demolition Derby! What do you say? [Isabelle gurgling] Let go, will ya? Oh, Isabelle! Whoa! [Loud crash] [Isabelle crying loudly]
And I'll get Isabelle. [turns to Flora] I'll talk to you later, young lady! Coming, sweetheart! [Flora sobbing, then the scene fades to her packing her things and sees her picture of her and her parents. She then puts it into her suitcase and carries it with her trunk, grunting and stops to look at her bedroom.]
"Celesteville Enquirer: The Inside Story on Palace Life"? [chuckling] Isn't that cute? But isn't that... but how... who, what, when, where, why? Why, why?!
Babar would never allow Flora to publish those pictures. It would be deadly for the king's public image. I mean, uh... I was in the bathtub, Popmadour, with my toy boats.... and my... my duckie...
My sentiments exactly, Cornelius. It would be very dangerous to undermine the people's confidence in their king. But at least you weren't made to look silly as I was. The people will think I have no... no... table manners!
You can't throw this away, Celeste. It's the Celesteville national anthem I wrote when I was first crowned king. "Oh, Celesteville, home of elephants. Tusks, trunks and gray, the place for me to stay. Hey, hey, hey!"
[gets shocked and horrified of this revelation; such as her cat] Come on! We haven't much time! [runs off to her house as Alexander follows her] I'll need some things from the house!