[Scene opens up at the end of a business meeting.]

John: And that’s how we’re going to reel ’em in! Cast and reel baby [acting it out] cast…and……reel!

Hunter: [acting out reeling, chuckles] Ohh yeah, that’s good.

[John and Hunter both look at Brandon to see if he gets it]

Brandon: [quickly does the reeling motion, quick unsure chuckle, shrugs shoulders]

Zach: That’s great guys, really great. Okay, lunch? It’s Tuesday.

John: Okay, alright, yeah, yeah, yeah. It’s Tuuuuesssday! What are we ordering?

Zach: Thai? I could go for some Thai. Mai Thai’s?

Brandon: …We did Thai last Tuesday. Italian. Definitely Italian.

John: Italiannnn? Are we doing Italian?

Hunter: [Italian accent] Italiano! Do we want the pizza? Do we want the cappellini?

Brandon: [Italian accent, acting out] Ehh, maybe some ehhspaghetti? Yes? Yes?

John: [Italian accent, playfully] Grande!

Brandon: [Italian accent, playfully] Prego!

Zach: [quietly] Damnit.

Hunter: Pesto, Pesto!

Zach: Hunter, you’re not funny. This isn’t funny. Guys, come on, we always do Italian.

Hunter: [playfully] Scusami, Scusami!

Brandon: [Italian accent] Uno, due, tre, quattro ehhspaghettis! Yes? Yes?

[Cuts to Zach breathing heavily]

John: [italian accent] Ehhh heh heh!

Hunter: Ehhh heh heh heh!

[Cuts to Zach starting to lose it]

Brandon: [laughing hard]

Hunter: [laughing harder]

Zach: [yells] Listen! [calmer] If we don’t order Thai, I will kill myself.

[room is silent for a second, everybody looking around at each other]

John: [to Zach] Señor…

Hunter: [to Zach, appalled] …Señor!

John: [to Hunter] Señor?

Hunter: [to John, excited] Señor!

Brandon: Guys…

John: Mexican?

Hunter: Mexican.

[Mexican yelling in the background. Cuts to a shot of John who is now wearing traditional Mexican clothing and holding maracas. Mariachi music starts playing in the background, everybody starts singing.]

Hunter: Burritos o Tacos?

Brandon: Enchiladas o Flautas!?

John: Mis amigos y horchatas!

Brandon: Por favor no manzanas…!

John: Bueno, bueno, bueno…

Hunter: Quiero, quiero, quiero…

Brandon: Mi amor y diner….

[gunshot, cuts to shot of Zach lying on the ground]

[Cuts to John on the phone]

John: Hey, I’d like to order 4… [looks at Zach on the ground] no, 3 burritos. What? Apples? Apples? No, no apples. [pause] Uhh, yeah and keep it easy on the sauce. Uhh, yes that will be for take out. Okay, great, thanks.