Pascal Légitimus

Mr. Prince: [telling The Conceited Man when he was bringing The Little Girl back to the classroom] Stop!

[the Conceited Man stops and looks at Mr. Prince with The Little Girl was held by him]

Mr. Prince: Take your hands off her.

The Businessman: What? Stop?

Mr. Prince: I-I'm not a failure.

The Businessman: [questioned] Oh?

Mr. Prince: ...I'm The Little Prince.

The Businessman: [surprised] What?... He thinks he's little! And a prince!

[he and his associates laugh; mocks]

The Businessman: Look at me! I'm a bumblebee!

[to one of his men]

The Businessman: What are you? A duck?

[the Businessman and his associates continue laughing hard]

The Businessman: [darkly] He's hopeless.

Mr. Prince: ...I'm not hopeless.

[the Businessman continues laughing with his associates, and Mr. Prince then smiles]

Mr. Prince: I'm hopeful. That's right, I'm full of hope! And I love a rose!

[the Businessman and his men laughed hard]

Mr. Prince: And she loves me, and she's waiting for me! So... I don't think I wanna work for you anymore.

[the Businessman and his men ignored and still laughed]

Mr. Prince: And um...

[Mr. Prince removes his card from his shirt]

Mr. Prince: ... I quit.

[the Businessman and his associates stop laughing, causing The Little Girl to laugh]

Mr. Prince: [laughs] I quit!

[steps on his business card, while The Little Girl then steps on The Conceited Man's foot, freeing her, and the stuffed Fox steps on another man's foot gently, before the three start escaping]

The Businessman: [after using one of the stars as example for powering his planet] There, you see? The inessential has become perfectly essential.

[to the Little Girl, angry]

The Businessman: How it should be for all things.

[ordering The Conceited Man and pointing to the classroom]

The Businessman: Take her back to the classroom. Make sure no one interferes.

[the Conceited Man grabs The Little Girl's arm as he was about to get her to the classroom, as the latter was trying to break free of The Conceited Man's grip]

The Little Girl: No! Let me go, I can't...

The Conceited Man: [to the Little Girl] Stop!

The Little Girl: Don't let them do this to me!

The Conceited Man: [to the Little Girl] I said stop!

Mr. Prince: [to the Businessman] ... Wait.

The Businessman: [to Mr. Prince] Wait? I've given you 371 jobs, and you have been fired from 370 of them. I think it's time you go back to work, my little failure.