Odette: [places a bell on a tree branch] Jump and ring the bell.
Felicie: Why?
Odette: Just do it.
Felicie: You don't want me to dance?
Odette: No talking. Jump and ring the bell.
[Felicie obeys]
Odette: Again.
Felicie: You said we were going to train.
Odette: This is it. Again.
[Felicie shrugs, then jumps and rings the bell again]
Odette: Felicie, you lack precision and finesse. You have little or no sense of rhythm. You're without balance, grace, and charm.
[as she says this, she pours water around Felicie, creating a puddle]
Felicie: [lightheartedly] Come on! You can't tell all that from one jump! Can you?
[Odette doesn't answer; Felicie hangs her head in shame]
Felicie: You can.
Odette: On the good side, you have the energy of a bullet. But you also have the lightness of a depressed elephant.
Felicie: [surprised] Hey! Mérante used exactly the same phrase!
Odette: After ten years of cleaning, you pick stuff up. Okay, now jump up, ring this bell, land, and do not splash the water.
Felicie: [looking down at her reflection in the puddle] That's impossible.
Odette: [whispers] I thought it was your dream to dance.