Arriving at Paris, France

Madame: Marie, my little one, you are going to be as beautiful as your mother. Isn't she, Duchess?

(Duchess meows)

[Toulouse climbs on Edgar's hat, stepping all over his face]

Madame: Careful, Toulouse! You're making it very difficult for Edgar.

[Edgar takes the kitten down and slows down the coach]

Edgar: Whoa, Frou-frou, whoa. Steady, girl.

Madame (getting out of the coach): Thank you, Edgar. [Frou-frou neighs] Oh. Of course, Frou-frou, I almost forgot.

[she gives Frou-frou something which she starts chewing on]

Edgar: Madame, uh-- may I take your parcel, Madame? It really is much too heavy for you, Madame.

Madame: Now, tut-tut, Edgar. Don't fuss over me.

[Kittens meanwhile play around Frou-frou's legs.]

Duchess: Berlioz, come back here. Haven't you forgotten something, darling?

Berlioz: Thank you, miss Frou-frou, for letting me ride on your back.

Frou-frou chuckles: You are quite welcome, young man.

Berlioz: How was that, Mama?

Duchess: Very good, darling, that was very nice.

Madame from the front door: Come along, Duchess, kittens, come along. Oh, and Edgar, I'm expecting my attorney, Georges Hautecourt. You remember him, of course.

[She leaves and Edgar says for himself:]

Edgar: Of course, Madame. How could anyone forget him?