"Shush! Put a sock in it!"
"Whose sock, George?"
"Do I look like I keep spare socks for this sort of thing? There, I found the mute button, will that do?"
"It'll have to, Freddie. Now, where do you think the stuff's hidden?"
"In the oven?"
"Oh for pity's sake... This is a restaurant kitchen, not a gingerbread cottage!"
"Found it! Back of the spice rack. Guess someone was hoping for a taste explosion!"
"A regular explosion, more like. Come on, let's get out of here before anyone comes to see what all that noise earlier was about."
"Yep, sure, after you..."