SNOW WHITE

(Lights focus on food truck at edge of stage. Snow White is looking at a long receipt from her cash register. A few apple pies are sitting out on a table in front of the food truck.)

Business is looking good if I do say so myself.

(Huntsman sneaks up to the table with his knife.)

I just need to pack up these pies, and I can call it a day.

(She steps out of the food truck and goes to the table. She looks up and sees Huntsman.)

Sir, you can put that knife down. I have a very nice pie cutter here.

(Huntsman stops in his tracks, and Snow White speaks again.)

How many slices would you like?

HUNTSMAN

I . . . I . . . I’ve come to . . .

SNOW WHITE

(Cutting him off.) Eat pie. Yes. I know. Why else would you be here?

HUNTSMAN

I have orders . . .

SNOW WHITE

(Interrupting.) I’m