[Interior, morning, La Quinta Inn in Fresno, California. Guests help themselves to cereal, coffee and make-your-own waffles. CHERYL walks in, blinking and squinty-eyed, having slept with her contacts in.]
CLERK [calling from front desk]: Good morning ma'am! How are you?
CHERYL [blinking, trying to figure out whether a container of cereal is Cocoa Pebbles or granola]: I'm okay, how are you?
CLERK [running up to CHERYL, nearly touching her arm, speaking intimately]: We have some yogurt.
CHERYL: Um, okay.
CLERK: Some people like yogurt. We don't have it out, but I wanted to let you know it's available.
CHERYL: Thanks, I'm good, though.
[Camera pans to a tray full of yogurt, which is TOTALLY ALREADY OUT.]