Inside of Boston's Finest Boots and Shoes.

Eli (excited, informs Figgins of the news) - "The Great Sir Mr. Finley Figgins The Third Sir! The Sons of Liberty are about to face off against the British in Boston Square now, we must watch!"

Figgins (eyes grow wide and his face lights up with enthrallment) - "Quick boy! Close up shop and fetch me my iced chai latte...Also, be sure to get your popcorn ready, we are in for a show!"

(Eli dresses his popcorn in a tuxedo, combs its hair and brushes its teeth.)

Eli (presents his popcorn proudly to Figgins) - "Alright, my popcorn is all ready to go."

Figgins (crossing his arms, tapping his foot, and shaking his head in disapproval) - "Eli....your popcorn isn't ready. Where are its boots!?"

Eli (palms his forehead) - "Shit you're right!" (he places a pair of boots on his popcorn.)

Figgins (cocky) - "Of course I am right. I am always right. I have a big, beautiful, brilliant brain. There is a reason I am so successful, and it's not because of my good looks. Well maybe partially it is due to my ravishing good looks...But most of the credit is rightfully due to my brain!"

(Eli rolls his eyes, grabs Figgins' iced chai latte and his dressed popcorn.)

Eli - "Let's go!"

(The two run out the shop with their dressed and ready popcorn.)