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—What's the postage on these letters to Thailand, please?
—I'll have to check. Do you need anything else?
—Yes. A three pence stamp, please.
—That'll be eighty-five pence in all.

—I wish you wouldn't have your TV so loud.
—Sorry! Were you trying to sleep?
—Yes, and while I think of it—please ask when you borrow the iron.
—I really ought to have known better. Sorry!

—Wendy, I'd like you to meet my brother, Sam.
—How do you do?
—How do you do?
—What do you think of life in England?
—I'm still feeling pretty homesick.
—It's bound to be strange at first.

—It's time we were off.
—So soon? Can't you stay a little longer?
—I wish I could, but I'm late already.
—What a shame!
—Thank you for a wonderful meal.
—I'm glad you enjoyed it.

—Sorry, but I didn't quite catch that.
—I said, 'Can I give you a lift?'
—Isn't it out of your way?
—No, it's on my way home.

—I feel shivery and I've got a pain in my stomach.
—How long have you had it?
—The best part of a week.
—By the sound of it, you've caught a chill.
—What should I do?
—I'll give you something for it, and come to see you in a couple of days.

Woman: I'd like the continental breakfast, please.
Waiter: Yes, madam. What sort of fruit juice would you like to start with?
Woman: The pineapple juice.
Waiter: Would you prefer honey, marmalade or jam?
Woman: Oh, marmalade, please.
Waiter: And what would you like to drink, madam?
Woman: Coffee, please, black coffee.

Head Waiter: "Deep Sea Restaurant". Head Waiter. Good morning.
Woman: I'd like to reserve a table for five.
Head Waiter: And was that today, madam?
Woman: Of course.
Head Waiter: At what time, madam?
Woman: Oh, about three o'clock, I suppose.
Head Waiter: I'm afraid we only serve lunch until 3 pm, madam.
Woman: Oh well, two o'clock then, and it must be by a window.
Head Waiter: Very good, and what name, please?
Woman: Bellington, Mrs. Martha Bellington.
Head Waiter: Very good, Mrs. Bellington. A table for five at 2 pm today.

Head Waiter: "Deep Sea Restaurant." Good morning.
Man: Do you have a table for two this evening?
Head Waiter: Certainly, sir. At what time was it?
Man: What time does the band start playing?
Head Waiter: At 8 pm, sir.
Man: Right. Make it 7:30 then, and near the dance floor if possible.
Head Waiter: Very good, sir. And what name, please?
Man: Kryzkoviak.
Head Waiter: Could you just repeat that, please?
Man: Kryzkoviak, that's Polish, you know. K-R-Y-Z-K-O-V-I-A-K.
Head Waiter: Yes. Thank you, Mr. Kryzkoviak. We look forward to seeing you.

—What shall we do tonight?
—How about the cinema?
—That's a good idea. We haven't been for ages.
—What would you like to see?
—Oh, I don't know. Spy Story?
—Spy Story? That terrible, old film?
—But it's got James Perevelle in it. I'm still trying to write a story about him, you know.
—But I've seen it before.
—Never mind. Perhaps you'll like it better the second time.
(In the cinema)
—(You look so beautiful in that dress. Why do you have to die?)
—Would you like an ice cream?
—Shhhh. No, thank you.
—(Let's run away together and forget about the whole world.)
—What about some chocolates?
—Shut up! I'm watching the film.
—Well, I'm gonna get myself some chocolates.
—(Just you and me and nobody else.)
(After the film)
—That was really wonderful.
—Wonderful? Don't be silly.
—He's a fantastic actor.
—Do you feel alright?
—Of course, I do.
—I just wondered. You don't usually like rubbish films like that.
—It wasn't rubbish at all. Some of the films you like are really terrible, though.

The spaceship flew around the new planet several times. The planet was blue and green. They couldn't see the surface of the planet because there were too many white clouds. The spaceship descended slowly through the clouds and landed in the middle of a green forest. The two astronauts put on their space suits, opened the door, climbed carefully down the ladder, and stepped onto the planet.
The woman looked at a small control unit on her arm. 'It's all right,' she said to the man. 'We can breathe the air ... it's a mixture of oxygen and nitrogen.' Both of them took off their helmets and breathed deeply.
They looked at everything carefully. All the plants and animals looked new and strange. They could not find any intelligent life.
After several hours, they returned to their spaceship. Everything looked normal. The man switched on the controls, but nothing happened. 'Something's wrong,' he said. 'I don't understand ... the engines aren't working.' He switched on the computer, but that didn't work either. 'Eve,' he said, 'we're stuck here ... we can't take off!'
'Don't worry, Adam,' she replied. 'They'll rescue us soon.'

There were angry scenes yesterday outside No. 10 Downing Street as London school teachers protested about their salaries and conditions. London teachers are now in the second week of their strike for better pay. Tim Burston, BBC correspondent for education was there.