The Only Way It Could Have Happened

INT. MONSTERS INCORPORATED HEADQUARTERS- DAY

JAMES, an ambitious but unpolished twenty-year-old, bursts through the front door and addresses WINTHORP, the president of the New Monsters Division of Monsters Inc.

JAMES: Sir, I have created I monster that I think would be of great interest to you.
WINTHORP: Get outta here, kid. I’ve gotta business to run.
J: Just hear me out, Sir. I call him Dracula. He’s a fanged count who lives in a coffin and whose only source of life is the warm blood of human beings. Deathly allergic to sunlight, he must hunt by night and he is able to transform himself into a bat at will.
W: You’re a moron, kid. If you wouldn’t mind letting yourself out, that’d be real nice. Some of us have work to do.
J: Garlic.
W: What did you just say?
J: Dracula is also afraid of garlic.
[WINTHORP looks JAMES up and down as a smile crosses his face.]
W: Somebody get this kid a desk and the biggest office we’ve got!