Teacher: Oh, hi. What was your name again? I can’t keep straight all the students’ names this being the second day of school.
Student: It’s okay. I have a hard time remembering names myself.
Teacher: Uh, uh, Karen, right?
Student: No, it’s Nancy. My mom’s name is Karen.
Teacher: Nancy. Okay. I think I heard you were from England.
Student: Well, I was born there, but my parents are American. I grew up in France.
Teacher: Oh, a world traveler!
Student: But then we moved here when I was nine.
Teacher: So, what does your father do now?
Student: Well, he’s a college professor, and he is in Scotland at the moment.
Teacher: How interesting. What does he teach?
Student: Oh, I haven’t a clue. Nah, just joking. He teaches chemistry.
Teacher: Oh, chemistry, and uh, what about your mother?
Student: She works full time at home.
Teacher: Oh, and what, does she have her own business or something?
Student:Â Nah, she takes care of me.
Teacher: Well, being a homemaker can be a real hard, but rewarding job.
Student: I think so too.
Customs Officer: Next. Uh, your passport please.
Woman: Okay.
Customs Officer: Uh, what is the purpose of your visit?
Woman: I’m here to attend a teaching convention for the first part of my trip, and then I plan on touring the capital for a few days.
Customs Officer: And where will you be staying?
Woman: I’ll be staying in a room at a hotel downtown for the entire week.
Customs Officer: And uh, what do you have in your luggage?
Woman: Uh, well, just, just my personal belongings um, . . . clothes, a few books, and a CD player.
Customs Officer: Okay. Uh, please open your bag.
Woman: Sure.
Customs Officer: Okay . . . Everything’s fine. [Great]. Uh, by the way, is this your first visit to the country?
Woman: Well, yes and no. Actually, I was born here when my parents were working in the capital many years ago, but this is my first trip back since then.
Customs Officer: Well, enjoy your trip.
Woman: Thanks.
Woman: Hi Sweetie. Welcome home. We’re ready to eat.
Man: Well, there’s something I . . .
Woman: Uh, we have salmon and your favorite salad.
Man: Oh, yeah. That sounds [Um] . . . great.
Woman: What’s . . . what’s the deal? I worked really hard. And, look, look. For dessert, I made an apple pie.
Man: Well . . . under most circumstances . . .
Woman: Hon. What’s? You . . . I’ve never made a pie before. It took me like three hours.
Man: Well, to be honest . . .
Woman: What’s wrong? [ Man laughing. ] What? Don’t you like my cooking?
Man: No, no, no, no.
Woman: I worked really hard!
Man: I know, I know, I know, but to be honest, I just had a hamburger, fries, and a chocolate shake.
Woman: Why? WHY?
Man: I’m sorry. I didn’t know.
Woman: I told you this morning I was making something nice. [Oh . . .] Didn’t you listen?
Man: I’m sorry, I forgot. I mean . . . Wait . . .
Woman: Serious.
Man: Yeah, wait. Wait, wait. What are you doing? Why are you putting the food in my shoes?
Woman: So you can enjoy it as you walk to work tomorrow.
Man: Oh, no. I’m sorry!
Nick: Hi. Uh, are you Sarah?
The Big Sister: No, I’m not. I’m her older sister.
Nick: Well, I’m here to talk to . . .
The Big Sister: I . . . I know why you’re here.
Nick: Good. Uh, Is Sarah here?
The Big Sister: Um, first, I have a couple questions, and you [had] better answer them. What is your name?
Nick: Wha . . . umm, my name? Uh, I’m Nick . . .
The Big Sister: Uh, I thought so. Where are you from?
Nick: Um. I’m from Brownsville. Why are you asking me . . .
The Big Sister: Okay. How old are you?
Nick: What!?
The Big Sister: How old are you?
Nick:Â Does that matter?
The Big Sister: Of course, it matters. I wouldn’t be asking otherwise.
Nick: Really?
The Big Sister: Really. Yeah. Sarah’s only 19.
Nick: Ugh! Okay, I’m 22. Now, is Sarah here?
The Big Sister: Where did you first meet Sarah and why do you like her so much?
Nick: Like her? What do you mean? I’ve only met her once in . . .
The Big Sister: Don’t lie to me, Nick.
Nick: Are you sure you have the right guy? Li . . . . Are you sure? [Yeah, I’m sure, I’m sure.] Li . . . Listen. I’m leaving. I don’t need the money THAT much.
The Big Sister: What?! Money? Wait! Wait! What do you mean money?
Nick: Listen. I’m a teaching assistant at the university, and I met Sarah in the Spanish class last week. She asked me if I could teach her, you know, help her with her class.
The Big Sister: So, you’re not Nick Roberts, that guy that drives that crazy motorcycle? [No!] The one with the large tattoo of a snake across his back?
Nick: No! What? You’ve got the wrong guy. I’m leaving. This whole thing is crazy.
Joshua: Dad. Allowance day. Can I have my allowance?
Father: Oh. I forgot about that.
Joshua: You ALWAYS forget.
Father: I guess I do. How much do I owe you?
Joshua: Just $13.
Father: Thirteen dollars!? Why do I owe you that much? Just seems like I paid you the other day.
Joshua: No. You forget every Saturday, and it has been piling up.
Father: Well, I’m not sure if I have that much.
Joshua: Go to the bank. You have lots of money.
Father: Lots of money, uh? Uh, well, I think the bank is closed.
Joshua: Then, what about your secret money jar under your bed?
Father: Oh, I guess I could do that. So, what are you going to do with the money?
Joshua: I’m going to put some in savings, give some to the poor people, and use the rest to buy books.
Father: Well, that sounds great, Joshua.
Man: Uh, where am I? Tsk, hum . . .
Woman: Excuse me. Do you need any help?
Man: Nah, I . . . I’m just looking . . . well . . . [Okay . . .] Uh, well, actually . . . yeah. Um . . . I want to go to the science museum, but I’ve been lost for the past few hours, and I can’t make heads or tails of these ticket machines.
Woman: Ah, well, just press this button. [Oh, yeah] And from here, it’s a dollar fifty.
Man: Okay.
Woman: Then, get on the train at platform number 4.
Man: Alright. Oh, and how often do the trains come around this time of day?
Woman: Usually, they come about every six minutes.
Man: Okay. And where do I get off the train?
Woman: Get off at State Street Station, three stops from here.
Man: Okay. IÂ got it. Thanks for your help.
Woman:Â No problem. Good luck.
Man: Hey, Kathy. I’m thinking about renting a movie for tonight’s party, and I want to know what kind of movies you like.
Woman: Okay. What kind of movies do you have in mind?
Man: Well, what about action movies?
Woman: Ah, I don’t really like action movies. Too much violence.
Man: Okay, do you like comedies?
Woman: Now, I do enjoy comedies.
Man: Fine. Well, what do you think of horror movies or love stories?
Woman: Uh . . . I’m not really crazy about horror movies, but love stories are often fun to watch. Oh, and I really like foreign films, too.
Man: Okay. I’ll go to the video store and see what I can find. Thanks.