Oh God!

[to Jeff, who is waiting in the lobby disguised as a newspaper reporter] Foster:
You here to see me? Jeff Blue:
[stands to greet Foster]
Ah yes! Mr. Foster! I'm Hidley Johnson, I'm with the Chicago Herald? I'm doing a story on the theft of defense secrets. Foster:
[gets nervous and fidgety]
Ah! I'm Sorry! I have absolutely no comment to make on this matter! Jeff Blue:
Really? Foster:
Mm Hmm! Jeff Blue:
Well, hows about a nice big *photo* of yourself? [He quickly snaps a bunch of pictures with his camera] Foster:
Oh God! [tries to cover up his face with his hands] Foster:
I think you should leave Sir! Right Now! [Jeff smirks and leaves] Foster:
[goes into the recording room]
Bring up the recording, the one from reception! [nervously sighs] Foster:
[the operator pulls up the tape and rewinds it so the camera has captured Jeff Blue's face smiling at the camera]
Stop it right there! [Foster presses a button on the control panel to print a screen capture. He nervously picks up the telephone and dials] Foster:
Mr. Ferd... Ferderber please? Yeah, I'll wait. Uh. Yeah. [He picks up the printout] Foster:
Oh God!