Camp Rock2008

Caitlin:
Oh you must be hands 5 and 6. I didn't know Connie had a daughter. I'm Caitlin. (Mitchie waves behind bag of chips, runs, and trips into a bucket of mopping water) Oh my gosh, are you ok? (sees who it is) Wait, Mitchie? You're the cook's daughter! She's your mom! Oh, this is rich! But appearantly you're not.

Mitchie:
What are you waiting for, huh? Go and tell everybody.

Caitlin:
Maybe I will.

Mitchie:
Fine, whatever.

Caitlin:
How long did you think you could keep your little secret?

Mitchie:
Longer than this...

Caitlin:
Why?

Mitchie:
Why do you care?

Caitlin:
Oh, I don't! But when I tell everybody, I want the whole backstory!

Mitchie:
I just wanted to fit in, ok?

Caitlin:
I think your whole charade is stupid and immature. You're hiding behind some crazy lie!

Mitchie:
(snaps) And what about you, huh?! You lie too! Your whole 'I don't care about anything' attitude! Well, if you don't care, why are you here?

(Caitlin stares at her, surprised and hurt. Connie enters and sees Mitchie soaking wet.)

Connie:
Mitchie! What happened to you?

Caitlin:
(whispers) She got drowned in her lies.

Connie:
What, Caitlin?

Caitlin:
Nothing. (leaves the room)

Mitchie:
Caitlin, wait!

Connie:
No, you can talk later. First, get out of these wet clothes!