Connie Torres: My sweetie, you are so much more than you can see.
Connie Torres: Okay, sweetie, let's get settled in.
Mitchie Torres: [she lays her stuff on her bed] Uh... settled!
[a man walks in]
Brown Cessario: That's great! Brown Cesario. Camp director/founding member and bass guitar of the Wet Crows. And you must be Connie Torres, our new cook.
Connie Torres: That's me. And this is my daughter...
[the cabin door shuts with no one to be seen]
Connie Torres: ...uh... who's already gone.
Brown Cessario: Ah, no worries. She probably just wanted to get out there, get to it. You know what I mean? When the music calls, you got to answer.
Connie Torres: I can't wait for you to meet her though. She has got a great voice. Look at me, I'm already bragging.
Brown Cessario: Ah, you gotta brag, love. Learned that from the Micster. Jagger.
Connie Torres: You knew Mick Jagger?
Brown Cessario: Yeah. Backed him up for years. Great times, great times! But not as great as the time when I taught Aerosmith...
[scene drifts off]
Steve Torres: Mitchie, you were fabulous.
Connie Torres: Honey, I'm sorry you didn't win.
Mitchie Torres: But I did. I won the best summer of my life, thanks to you.
Steve Torres: [while grilling burgers] So, how was work?
Mitchie Torres: Uh, you know Barney's. We serve burgers with a Barney smile. So what's for dinner?
Steve Torres: Burgers.
Connie Torres: Well, our World Famous Torres burgers.
Mitchie Torres: Um... I'll pass.
Steve Torres: Okay, I can't stand it. Tell her.
Connie Torres: Well, Steve, she just got home.
Mitchie Torres: Tell me what?
Connie Torres: [to Steve] Okay, honey, drum roll.
Mitchie Torres: Mom!
Connie Torres: Okay! You're going to Camp Rock!
Mitchie Torres: What?
Steve Torres: She said you're going to Camp Rock!
Connie Torres: Well actually, we're going. Connie's Catering is going camping. Business is slow in the summer. This is a steady job and you get to go to camp at a discounted rate!
Mitchie Torres: Aaahhh!
Connie Torres: But you have to help out in the kitchen.
Mitchie Torres: Thank you! Thank you like a million times!
[they all hug]
Brown Cessario: Come on up, Margaret Dupree!
Ella: Who's Margaret?
Peggy: I am.
Ella: Go, Margaret!
Brown Cessario: Eenie, meenie, miney, you.
Mitchie Torres: Me?
Brown Cessario: Can't argue with the finger.
Tess Tyler: I'll do it!
Brown Cessario: Uh, no. The finger picked her.
Brown Cessario: If the class is a rockin', I'm-a glad I came knockin'!
Brown Cessario: I hate when I have to be uncool.
Brown Cessario: I know you're singing a solo, but it's so low I can't hear you.
Brown Cessario: Now get out there, steal their hearts, and rock it, poppet!