Count: People of Marseilles! For twenty years you unfairly imprisoned me. Now behold my immense wealth, my fabulous travel balloon, and my fine jewels!
Man: Hallo over there, fellow ballooner! Could you please speed up your travel balloon?
Count: Excuse me? I bought this balloon myself and I think I’ll go as slow as I like.
Salesman: Having balloon problems? Don’t we all! Come on down to the Garage – free lemonade while you wait!
Police: Move along, move along! The air is for all travel balloons.
Count: I’m sorry are there a significant number of these things?
Mayor of Marseilles: Make way for the mayor’s travel balloon!
Count: Mayor Villarde! Remember me, you bastard?
Mayor: My god, you escaped!
Count: I challenge you to a duel!
Mayor: Hmmmm, don’t see how we would do that in travel balloons but I’m sure we can think of something.
Count: You could get off your balloon.
Mayor: Now, now–- that’s no fun.