Bread and Bread

[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.]

[Interior, day, La Quinta Inn in Fresno, California. A CLERK looks at the ID of a road-weary woman, CHERYL, as she checks in.] CLERK: So...you don't have hair no more, or you're just keeping it short under that hat? CHERYL: No, I'm going through chemo right now. CLERK: Oh, yeah, I had a feeling. I didn't want to say anything, though. I didn't want to ask and be rude. CHERYL: But you did ask. CLERK: Sorry, I shouldn't have been intrusive. CHERYL: It's okay, I could have lied if I wanted to. CLERK: I don't like liars.