—Hello, I want a cab.
—OK. What address is it?
—1120 East 32nd Street.
—Right. The cab will be there in a few minutes.

—Would you mind passing the salt, please?
—Certainly.

—What's your job?
—I'm an accountant.
—Oh! Do you enjoy it?
—No. I don't really like it. It's boring.

—Where do you come from?
—Indonesia.
—Oh! Which part?
—Jakarta.
—Really?

—Can you speak German?
—Yes, I can. I speak it very well.
—Where did you learn it?
—I lived in Germany when I was a child.
—What else can you speak?
—Well, I know a little Italian.

—I think a businessman should be good-looking.
—No, I don't agree.

—Would you like a drink?
—No, thank you. I don't drink.
—Are you sure?
—Yes. I'm quite sure. Thank you very much.
—What about a soft drink then?
—Oh, alright. Lemonade would be fine.

—Thank you very much for the meal.
—Not at all. I'm glad you could come.
—You must come and have a meal with me some time.
—Yes. That would be nice.

—Have you heard about the Prime Minister?
—No.
—She's gone to China!
—Really!

—How do you spell interesting?
—I-N-T-E-R-E-S-T-I-N-G.
—Thank you very much.

Tim talked to Harry about the lecture.
Harry: What did you think of the lecture?
Tim: I thought it was very interesting.
Harry: Did you really?
Tim: Yes, didn't you?
Harry: Certainly not. I thought he talked a lot of rubbish.
Tim: So you think you know more than he does.
Harry: Well, take coal for instance.
Tim: What about it?
Harry: Coal won't become important again.
Tim: Why not?
Harry: It's too dirty. They won't be able to find people to work down coal mines in the future.
Tim: They'll invent new kinds of machinery.
Harry: Nonsense. The only sort of power they'll use in the future is atomic power.

A reporter from a local newspaper is interviewing some students on the subject of students and money.
Reporter: Excuse me. Are you a student?
Student 1: Yes, I am.
Reporter: Forgive my asking you, but do you have to take a part-time job in the ho1idays?
Student 1: Not really. My parents are fairly well off so I get an allowance from my father.
Reporter: You're lucky, aren't you?
Student 1: I suppose so.
Reporter: What about you? Are your parents wealthy?
Student 2: No, certainly not.
Reporter: Do you work during the holidays?
Student 2: Well, last Christmas I did two weeks as temporary postman, then in the summer I spent four weeks fruit picking, and I do a bit of baby-sitting, so I manage.
Reporter: Thank you.

My name is Robert. I am eighteen years old and I am French. I am not married. Sylvia is small and fair. She is seventeen and she is a student.

The tall boy with fair hair is eighteen years old and he comes from Sweden. He works in a record shop. The small boy with dark hair is seventeen. He is Spanish, but he does not live in Spain. He lives in France. He works in a hotel.