DIALOGUE 51: What time does the plane leave?

ROBERT: What’s the ↘time?

EMILY: Ten past ↘two, dear.

ROBERT: When does the ↘plane leave?

EMILY: Not until a quarter to ↘four.

ROBERT: Why did we get here so ↘early?

EMILY: Because ↘you said we must allow plenty of time for ↘traffic jams and ↘accidents.

ROBERT: Where’s my ↘briefcase? What have you ↘done with my ↘briefcase?

EMILY: It’s ↘here, dear, between your ↘feet.

ROBERT: ↘Emily! Where are you ↘going?

EMILY: I’m going to ask that ↘gentleman what they were announcing over the loud↘speaker.

ROBERT: ↘Which gentleman?

EMILY: That man over ↘there with all the ↘packages.

ROBERT: Who ↘is he?

EMILY: I don’t \↗know. But he ↘looked as though he was listening to the an↘nouncement… ↘Yes, I
was a↘fraid so. The plane’s de↘layed. It won’t be leaving till ↘five.

ROBERT: How did ↘he manage to hear it if ↘we didn’t?

EMILY: Because ↘he was ↘listening. ↘You were talking too much to ↘hear.

ROBERT: What do you mean, ↘I was ↘talking too much?

EMILY: Oh ↘dear, never ↘mind.

ROBERT: What time is it ↘now, Emily?

SERGEANT: Good \↗evening, Sir. Mr ↗Holmes?

HOLMES: Good \↗evening, officer. ↘Yes, ↘that’s right – John ↘Holmes. Won’t you come ↗in?

SERGEANT: ↘Thank you. May I \↗ask you a few questions?

HOLMES: ↘Yes, of ↘course. Won’t you sit ↗down?

SERGEANT: ↘Thank you. It’s about last ↘night. Were you at \↗home, Mr Holmes?

HOLMES: ↘Yes, Sergeant, I \↗was, actually. I wasn’t feeling very ↘well.

SERGEANT: \↗Were you alone?

HOLMES: →Er, ↘yes. My ↘wife had gone to the ↘cinema with a ↘friend.

SERGEANT: Did \↗you go out at all?

HOLMES: ↗No, I stayed in all ↘evening – \↗that is, except for a few ↘minutes when I popped ↘out to
post a ↘letter.

SERGEANT: Do you re↘member what \↗time this was?

HOLMES: →Yes, it was a→bout – um – half past ↘eight.

SERGEANT: What \↗time did you say? Half past ↗eight? Anybody \↗see you when you – er – popped
↘out for 5 minutes to \↗post your letter?

HOLMES: /↘No, I don’t ↘think so. Oh ↘yes, just a ↗minute. The ↘caretaker said “good ↘evening”.

SERGEANT: The \↗caretaker, Mr Holmes? Mr /↘Holmes, the ↘caretaker was ↘murdered last night.
 DIALOGUE 13: Elise´s hair is green!

CHRIS: I like your \↗hat, Elise.

ELISE: That ↘isn´t my hat, it´s my ↘hair.

CHRIS: Your \↗hair? You ↘can´t have hair like \↗that. E↘lise, it´s brilliant ↘green!

ELISE: Old women can dye their hair \↗blue. There are plenty who paint their nails ↘red.

CHRIS: That´s ↘not the same at ↘all. They only stress what nature ↘meant. ↘Green is … ↘green is …I
↘cannot find the ↘words.

ELISE: Un↘natural – is \↗that what you mean? An appendix operation is, ↘too. And ↘as for
transplanting a ↘heart …! And I ↘love all my emerald hair!

CHRIS: What does ↘Peter think?

ELISE: Oh ↘Christopher! Didn´t you ↗know? Why, ↘his hair is purple and ↘red!
 DIALOGUE 25: All dressed up like a dog´s dinner

SAM: ↘Jack, for ↘Pete´s ↘sake! ↘Who´s that ↘girl all dressed up like a dog´s ↘dinner – red ↗hat, red
↗dress, red ↗gloves – ah! But what´s ↘this? Blue ↘shoes!

JACK: Take that \↗back, Sam Boyd. ↘Dog´s dinner in↘deed!

SAM: You´re quite ↘right! ↘My dog ↘hates raw meat! He´d have ten ↘fits if I gave him a red ↘mess
like \↗that for dinner!

JACK: It´s her best ↘dress. To impress ↘you, you rude creature! She´s ↗sweet, ↗rich, ↗clever – ↘and
a good cook!

SAM: ↘Lord ↘save us, the man´s ↘mad! ↘Don´t say you´re in love with the red ↗maiden?

JACK: ↘Yes, Sam. I ↘am. \↗What´s more – we´re en↘gaged. \↗This time next week we´ll be man and
↘wife.

SAM: ↘I did ↘really put my big foot in it, ↘didn´t I? All I can say now is – good ↘luck, old ↘man!
 DIALOGUE 38: I´ve won a prize!

MICHAEL: \↗Jennifer! Guess ↘what! I´ve won a ↘prize!

JENNIFER: A ↗prize? What sort of ↘prize?

MICHAEL: A ↘super prize. Dinner for two at Ma↘xime´s!

JENNIFER: You ↘are clever! What was the prize ↘for? I →mean, what did you ↘do to win a dinner for
two at Ma↘xime´s?

MICHAEL: ↘Well, you´re not to ↘laugh – I went in for a compe↘tition at the Adult Edu↘cation Centre
– a ↘cooking contest.

JENNIFER: ↘You won a prize in a ↘cooking contest! I´ve ↘got to laugh. ↘Michael, you can´t even boil
an ↘egg!

MICHAEL: I ↘can boil an egg. I can ↘scramble one, too. Most de↘liciously. Of ↘course, I´m not a
Cordon ↘Bleu cook, like ↘you …

JENNIFER: Well, why haven´t ↘I ever won a ↘cooking competition?

MICHAEL: Probably because ↘you never go ↘in for competitions. I´m ↘glad you didn´t go in for ↘this
one. You might have ↘won, and then ↘you would have had to invite ↘me to dinner at Maxime´s!
 DIALOGUE 46: Looking for something pretty

SALESGIRL: Good \↗morning, madam. Can I \↗help you at all?

ANNABEL: Well, I´m looking for a ↘dress. Something to wear at the ↘theatre. Something ↘pretty.

SALESGIRL: ↘Certainly, madam. Do you know what ↗size you are?

ANNABEL: Well, I ↘was eigh↘teen but I´ve lost a ↘lot of weight since Christmas. I´ve been on a ↘diet
of ba↘nanas and ↘milk.

SALESGIRL: Bananas and ↘milk! That doesn´t sound very ↘slimming. Would it be a good i\↗dea if I
took your ↘measurements?

ANNABEL: I ↘feel about a size four↘teen. And ↘look! That´s ↘just what I wanted. That pink and
primrose ↘chiffon!

SALESGIRL: I hate to \↗tell you, madam, but you´re ↘still size eigh↘teen. Don´t you think something a
little more \↗tailored?