Morning poem

I'd like an everything bagel with butter please.
Not toasted.
Everything bagel?
Yes.
(Slicing).
Everything bagel toasted?
No, not toasted.
Not toasted.
Whaddaya wantonit?
Butter please.
Butter.
Butter.
Butter both sides?
Yes please.
Not toasted.
Right.
Thank you.

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