Woman: Excuse me sir, dost thou haveth any mustard?
Man: I don't got no use for no stinkin mustard, gringo.
Woman: Perhaps I can use my sexual wiles to convince you that mustard is a useful condiment.
Man: I combat that with my finger! Take that, condiment user!
Woman: Cherubic angel pose always wins!
Man: Damn you! Now I suppose I must buy mustard. Perhaps I may treat you to dinner of mustard?
My good friend Joe was also kind enough to offer a script of his own.
Woman: Excuse me, sir. Perchance do you know of a place where a woman such as myself could get a meal of decent decency?
Man: Eh? You dare ask me such a question, when it is known the world over I am the incredible Uneating Man!?!
Woman: Oh dearest me. I did not recognize you out of costume. How silly of me to not notice your large nose, which has become a universal symbol for the Uneating Man. And Jean-Luc. Only his is bigger.
Man: How dare you compare me to that short, chubby, man! How dare I say how dare! Everybody knows he got a nose implant.
Woman: Ah, but that is not true. I think you are just covering up for the fact that you are shamed by his larger nose.
Man: You are right, woman. I feel horrible now. I must go eat.