Cornelia: *crawling on the floor on hands and knees and talking in a whispery voice* Hi, it's Cornelia. If you're wondering why I'm whispering, it's because I'm tardy to my figure skating class. *peeks out to see teacher instructing class already and ducks again* Let's just say Ms. Wrender isn't happy with tardy students.
Tom the Cameraman: Why am I crawling too?
Cornelia: Because my teacher will kill me, that's why!
Tom: *smacks into creaky table*
Cornelia: THANKS TOM!
Ms. Wrender: Cornelia Hale, are you hiding from me?
Cornelia: *stands* No, not at all, just taking a stylish approach to my figure skating class entrances...
Ms. Wrender: 50 laps. NOW.
Cornelia: 50 laps? C'mon, I just got a pedicure for goodness sakes!
Ms. Wrender: I don't care, do it.
Cornelia: Well, while I'm off doing 50 laps of figure skating, let's go to Tara. How's Peter's guitar playing? *cringes*