Nacho Libre

(Nacho enters with a large pot of runny left overs)
Brother 1: What is this?
Nacho:Leftovers. Enjoy.
Brother 1: There is no flavor. there are no spices. Where are the chips?
Nacho: Somebody stole them.
Brother 1: Did you not tell them that they were the Lord's chips?
Nacho: I was trying to.
Brother 1: You are useless Ignasio.
Brother 2: Silence Brothers. (Pause) This is the worst lunch I ever had.
Brother 1: Your only job is to cook. Do you not realize I have had diaherra since Easters.
Nacho: Ok. Maybe I am not meant for these duties. Cooking duty. Dead guy (pause) Duty. Maybe it's time for me to get a better duty. (runs from the room.)