Camp Rock2008

Shane:
(upon entering the kitchen) Hello? (looks around) Who's in here? (rolls his eyes and sighs) I can hear you.

Mitchie:
(throws flour on her face to conceal her identity; gets up to greet Shane) Hi.

Shane:
Do you work here?

Mitchie:
Uh-huh, yes.

Shane:
Wow. You really get into your work. I'm Shane. I'm sure even the kitchen help knows that.

Mitchie:
Of course! It's so nice to meet you!

Shane:
Actually, it's not so nice. You see, I had my manager send over my food allergy list, but after not being able to even go near my breakfast this morning.... Can I just speak to whoever's in charge?

Mitchie:
Excuse me?

Shane:
What?

Mitchie:
Well, you're kind of being a jerk.

Shane:
And you are?

Mitchie:
A person! And there's a way to talk to a person, and that's not it.

Shane:
I'll just have my manager send the list over. (starts to leave)

Mitchie:
Fine. (clears throat)

Shane:
Thank you?

Mitchie:
Much better.