“Let the tigers come with their claws!”
“There are no tigers on my planet. And, anyway, tigers do not eat weeds.”
“I am not a weed. Please excuse me... I am not at all afraid of tigers, but I have a horror of drafts. I suppose you wouldn’t screen for me?"
“A horror of drafts, that is bad luck, for a plant.”
“At night I want you to put me under a glass globe. It is very cold where you live. In the place I came from...”
She coughed two or three times, in order to put the little prince in the wrong.