Listen To This1lesson 16—How shall I do it, sir?
—Just tidy it up a bit, please.
—Do you want some spray?
—No, nothing at all. Thank you very much.
—Is anybody looking after you?
—No. I'm after a size 40 V-neck pullover in grey.
—The best I can do is a 36.
—Could you order me one?
—I should imagine so, yes. If you leave your address, I'll contact you.
—How much is this greetings telegram to Germany, please?
—I'll just make sure. Anything else?
—Yes. Half a dozen air mail labels and a book of stamps.
—Seventy-five pence exactly, please.
—I keep feeling dizzy, and I've got a headache.
—How long has this been going on?
—It came on yesterday.
—I should say you're generally run down.
—What ought I to do?
—It's nothing serious, but you'd better stay in bed for a day or two.
—Mrs. Hughes, this is Peter Brown.
—How do you do?
—How do you do?
—How do you find things over here?
—If it wasn't for the climate, I'd like it very much.
—It won't take you long to settle down.
—If you'll excuse me, I really should be off now.
—Not yet surely. Have another drink at least.
—No, thank you all the same.
—Oh dear! What a pity!
—Thank you very much indeed for the delicious meal.
—Thank you for coming.
—I'm afraid I didn't quite hear what you said.
—I said, 'There's no rush. I can take you in the car.'
—Won't it make you late?
—No, I'm going right past your place.
—That radio's terribly loud. Could you turn it down a fraction?
—Sorry! Is it disturbing you?
—Yes, and something else—wouldn't it be an idea to buy your own soap?
—Sorry! I didn't realize you felt so strongly about it.
(Two customers are at the "Happy Hamburger".)
Waiter: Can I take your orders, please?
1st Man: Yes. A Maxi Quarterpounder for me, please. With chips.
Waiter: Anything else, sir?
1st Man: A banana long boat, I think.
Waiter: What would you like to drink with your meal?
1st Man: Can I have a beer?
Waiter: I'm sorry sir, we are not licensed to sell alcohol.
1st Man: A cold milk then, please.
Waiter: And for you, sir?
2nd Man: I'll have the cheeseburger with a green salad, please.
Waiter: And to follow?
2nd Man: I'll decide later.
Waiter: And to drink?
2nd Man: Cola, please.
—Can I get breakfast in my room?
—Certainly, sir. It's served in your room from 8 until 10.
—How do I order it?
—Just ask for Room Service on the phone, or I can make a note of it if you like, sir.
—Yes, I'd like it at 8.30 tomorrow morning—that's the continental breakfast.
—Very good, sir.
—I've just spilled some soup on my best dress, and we're leaving first thing the day after tomorrow. How on earth can I get it cleaned?
—If you hand it in for dry cleaning before 9 tomorrow morning, it'll be returned to you the same day. I can get you Room Service and arrange it now if you like, madam.
—Oh, could you really? That would be wonderful.


—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 fil***ike 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.

Tom: Well, what's the forecast? Are we going to have more snow? And ... is your mother awake?
Helen: Hang on, Dad. The first answer is 'yes' and the second is 'no'. Let's have a cup of tea.
Tom: That's a good idea. ... Where's Jean? Where's your mother? Jean, how about some breakfast?
Helen: Shh. Mother's still asleep, as I've told you.
Tom: And what about the twins? Where are Peter and Paul?
Helen: They were sick all night. That's why Mum is so tired today. And ... they're having a birthday party tomorrow. Remember?
Tom: Another birthday? Helen, look at the clock. It's 8:45. Let's go. We're going to be late.
—Me, officer? You're joking!
—Come off it, Mulligan. For a start, you spent three days watching the house. You shouldn't have done that, you know. The neighbors got suspicious and phoned the police ...
—But I was only looking, officer.
—... and on the day of the robbery, you really shouldn't have used your own car. We got your number. And if you'd worn a mask, you wouldn't have been recognized.
—I didn't go inside!
—Ah, there's another thing. You should've worn gloves, Mulligan. If you had, you wouldn't have left your fingerprints all over the house. We found your fingerprints on the jewels, too.
—You mean ... you've found the jewels?
—Oh yes. Where you ... er ... 'hid' them. Under your mattress.
—My God! You know everything! I'll tell you something, officer—you shouldn't have joined the police force. If you'd taken up burglary, you'd have made a fortune!
Why do people play football? It's a stupid game, and dangerous too. Twenty-two men fight for two hours to kick a ball into a net. They get more black eyes than goals. On dry, hard pitches they break their bones. On muddy ones they sprain their muscles. Footballers must be mad. And why do people watch football? They must be mad too. They certainly shout and scream like madmen. In fact I'm afraid to go out when there's a football match. The crowds are so dangerous. I'd rather stay at home and watch TV. But what happens when I switch on? They're showing a football match. So I turn on the radio. What do I hear? 'The latest football scores.' And what do I see when I open a newspaper? Photos of footballers, interviews with footballers, reports of football matches. Footballers are the heroes of the twentieth century. They're rich and famous. Why? Because they can kick a ball around. How stupid! Everyone seems to be mad about football, but I'm not. Down with football, I say.
Mrs. Brink: Come in. Oh, it's you again, Tom. What have you done this time?
Tom: I've cut my finger and it's bleeding a lot.
Mrs. Brink: Let me see, Tom ... Hmmm, that is a bad cut. I can clean it and put a plaster on it, but you'll have to see the doctor.

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