Scripts For English 900, BOOK TWO Scripts For English 900, Book Two

PEDRO: Where were you last night?
MIGUEL: At the movies.
PEDRO: Oh yeah? Which one?
MIGUEL: I forget.
PEDRO: Oh, you forget, huh? Were you with someone? What was her name?
MIGUEL: As a matter of fact, I was with...
PEDRO: Aha! I'm never wrong. Was it anyone I know?
MIGUEL: Yes, Pedro, I...
PEDRO: No. No. Let me guess. Hmm. It's someone I know. Was it...
MIGUEL: Pedro, this isn't a game.
PEDRO: Oh, Miguel. You're always so serious. Relax! Now, who...
MIGUEL: Pedro...
PEDRO: Was it the woman in the candy store? You know, the one with blond
hair? She's always smiling at you.
MIGUEL: No, Pedro, it was...
PEDRO: Hmm, I'm usually good at these games. How about Danielle?
MIGUEL: Shut up!
PEDRO: OK. OK. I give up. Who is the mystery woman?
MIGUEL: Marta.
PEDRO: Marta!
MIGUEL: Yes.
PEDRO: Thanks for telling me. Women! What can you do?
PEDRO: One minute she's crazy about me, and the next minute she's going
out with you.
MIGUEL: I'm sorry, Pedro.
PEDRO: It's OK. It's your turn.
MIGUEL: You're wrong. We really like each other.
PEDRO: Good luck.
MIGUEL: Pedro! Aren't you ever serious?
PEDRO: What's happening, Tom?
TOM: Man, you know that chick in the bakery?
PEDRO: Yeah, Yolanda.
TOM: No, man, not that one. Emma.
PEDRO: Emma?
TOM: Yeah. She's there on weekends. You know her. She's short.
PEDRO: What color is her hair?
TOM: It's blond.
PEDRO: What color are her eyes?
TOM: Dark brown.
PEDRO: Is she pretty?
TOM: Yeah, she's pretty, and she's after you.
PEDRO: Yeah?
TOM: Yeah. She's always asking me about you, "How's your
friend?" And I say, "Which friend?"
TOM: "You know, Tom. That tall, handsome guy with curly hair."
And I say, "Oh yeah, him."
PEDRO: Do you know her number?
TOM: Yeah, 263...
PEDRO: Wait a minute. OK. What is it?
TOM: 263-7954.
PEDRO: Thanks, buddy.
JIM: He doesn't watch television! He doesn't go to the movies! He goes to
the store every day. He never takes a day off!
PEARL: Jim, calm down.
JIM: He never laughs! He never gets angry!
FRANK: That's the way he is, Jim.
JIM: Is he happy? Is he sad? Do you know, Dad? He's your father.
FRANK: He doesn't think about happiness, Jim. He thinks about his family
and his obligations.
JIM: That's no way to live.
PEARL: Maybe not, but it's his way.
JIM: All right. It's his way. But...
PEARL: But, what?
JIM: Why doesn't he like me? Why does he insult me in front of the
customers?
PEARL: He doesn't, Jim! I don't believe it.
JIM: It's true, Mom. He always says, "All of the customers know the
prices. Why don't you?"
PEARL: Oh, Jim, that's the way he is.
JIM: OK. But does he have to be that way all the time?
JIM: We work together every day, but we never talkto each other. Either he
changes or I quit.
FRANK: You know, Jim, you are his favorite grandchild.
JIM: How do you know?
FRANK: He doesn't say it, but I know.
JIM: I give up.
CUSTOMER 1: Congratulations, Mr. Yamamoto. You're famous!
MR. YAMAMOTO: Famous?
CUSTOMER 1: Yes. That was a great article about you in the paper.
MR. YAMAMOTO: Ssh. Don't tell the vegetables. They don't know yet.
CUSTOMER 1: What does your family think about it?
MR. YAMAMOTO: They're very happy about it. It's good for business.
CUSTOMER 1: Where's Jim today?
MR. YAMAMOTO: He's at the Fair. He's celebrating.
CUSTOMER 1: What's he celebrating?
MR. YAMAMOTO: My new fame and fortune.
CUSTOMER 1: Maybe he's right. Why aren't you celebrating with him?
MR. YAMAMOTO: Celebrations are for young people.
CUSTOMER 1: Well, maybe. But all of us need a day off, sometimes. Why
don't you go to the Fair, Mr.Yamamoto?
MR. YAMAMOTO: I don't really like crowds.
CUSTOMER 1: I can understand that. But you can go on Wednesdays or
Thursdays. It's not so crowded then.
MR. YAMAMOTO: Yes? Well, maybe.
NONE: It isn't a large room, and the furniture in it isn't expensive.
NONE: At one end of the room, there is a small window. Next to the window
is a large bed.
NONE: In fact, the only large thing in the room is the bed.
NONE: There are other things, too; a bookcase, a small night table, a desk
and chair, a dresser, and clothes.
NONE: There are shoes and socks under the bed; Shirts, pants, and sweaters
on the chair;
NONE: Dirty underwear and ties on the floor; Suits, jackets, and a coat in
the small closet.
NONE: There are several cameras, five maybe six,
NONE: and photographs of women, hundreds of them large ones and small ones
-- on the desk and on the walls.
NONE: The photographs are smiling, laughing, crying, standing, and
sitting.
NONE: One thing is very clear. Pedro likes women very, very much.
NONE: Pedro's mother doesn't like to go into his room.
NONE: She does, of course, because she wants to clean, but she is not
happy about it.
NONE: "The room is full of women. He doesn't need me." she says.
NONE: How old is Grandfather? I don't know. He never talks about his age.
He's around seventy, maybe seventy-five.
NONE: Years ago he was a strong man. He was a farmer, a soldier, and a
wrestler. He was the pride of his village.
NONE: Now he's getting old. He doesn't see without his glasses, and he
can't lift heavy things.
NONE: His hair is thin and almost all white. But he has a strong face.
NONE: Grandfather loves his store. He needs the store.
NONE: It's his only joy. He has friends, but they are all old.
NONE: Oh, yes, he has us, the family, and I guess he loves us, but he
doesn't show it.
NONE: He lives in the past. All of his friends are living in the past. At
least the past can't change.
NONE: They can't take it away from you. It's always there, and you can
close your eyes and see it.
NONE: Grandma was a kind lovely lady, and Grandfather's world is not the
same without her.
NONE: Pedro is attractive. There's no doubt about it. Women are crazy
about him. But he's spoiled. I don't like that.
NONE: It's not right to break a date. But, it's funny, I don't feel bad
about it.
NONE: I'm sure he breaks dates with women all the time. That's the way he
is.
NONE: Why did I want to go to the party with him? Why not? Why did I
change my mind?
NONE: A feeling. That's not an answer, I know. But my feeling was right.
NONE: I didn't really want to go out with him. He didn't really care about
me. I was only a date for the evening.
NONE: All right, it wasn't nice, but he certainly didn't die of a broken
heart. Didn't he go to the party anyway?
NONE: Yes, I think he did. I'm sure he did. Miguel is different. He is
serious and considerate.
NONE: But he's young, and he doesn't know the ways of the world. And he's
going home soon.
NONE: Oh, well. He isn't very handsome, but he has a beautiful smile.
JOANA: Mama, the Crawfords are coming to dinner next Wednesday.
MRS. FARIAS: Mr. Crawford. Isn't he one of Paulo's business acquaintances?
JOANA: Yes.
MRS. FARIAS: I see. When are they coming?
JOANA: Next Wednesday, the nineteenth.
MRS. FARIAS: How many people are there going to be?
JOANA: Six in all. Mr. and Mrs. Crawford, Michael, Paulo, you and me.
MRS. FARIAS: What are you going to serve?
JOANA: I'm not sure.
MRS. FARIAS: Do they like Brazilian food?
JOANA: I don't know.
MRS. FARIAS: We could make "feijoada." Everyone likes that.
JOANA: I suppose so. What do you think? It isn't very fancy.
MRS. FARIAS: Well, they're your guests. You decide.
JOANA: You're right." Feijoada" it is.
MRS. FARIAS: Tell me about Michael.
JOANA: Well, he's very tall and handsome. He has big blue eyes and long
blond hair.
MRS. FARIAS: Oh? How long?
JOANA: Down to his shoulders. It's beautiful. Like gold.
MRS. FARIAS: What does he do, dear?
JOANA: He does many things. He's very creative. He's a great painter,
really.
JOANA: He also gives free English lessons to the people in his
neighborhood.
MRS. FARIAS: I see.
JOANA: You're going to like him. Everybody does.
MRS. FARIAS: Where does he live?
JOANA: He has a small apartment on 88th street.
MRS. FARIAS: A small apartment. On 88th Street.
JOANA: Don't worry, Mama. I'm not going to marry him tomorrow.
NONE: Michael. Hello. How nice of you to call! This Friday night? What a
good idea!
NONE: Yes. I'm sure Paulo can come. He doesn't work Friday nights.
NONE: Can I help? I could bake a cake.
NONE: Don't be silly. I like to bake, and I love parties.
NONE: Can I see some of your paintings?
NONE: Yes, really. I paint, too.
NONE: I never talk about it. I'm not very good. In fact, my paintings are
pretty bad.
NONE: No. I don't have any with me. They're all home in Brazil.
NONE: Oh, really? Perhaps some afternoon I could go to art class with you.
NONE: Fine. See you Friday, then.
NONE: Friday, at 8:30. Thank you. Good night.
NORA: Good morning, sir. May I help you?
CUSTOMER 2: It's our anniversary today. I'm looking for the same flowers
as the ones in her wedding bouquet.
NORA: What do they look like?
CUSTOMER 2: White. They're white.
NORA: How tall are they?
CUSTOMER 2: They're short, I guess. About the same height as those short
flowers over there.
NORA: Do they look like roses?
CUSTOMER 2: No. They look like little bells.
NORA: Oh -- lilies of the valley. No, I'm sorry. We're out of them at the
moment.
CUSTOMER 2: Oh, that's too bad.
NORA: What about roses?
CUSTOMER 2: OK. How many do you suggest?
NORA: As many as you like, sir. They're beautiful, aren't they?
CUSTOMER 2: Yes, they are.
NORA: Hi, Peggy. Hi, Suzy. What a nice surprise!
PEGGY: Hi, Mom. We're on our way home from school.
NORA: Excuse me a minute, girls. Jane, can you take care of this
gentleman? Now, how was school today?
SUZY: The same as always. Oh. There was one thing.
NORA: Oh?
SUZY: Jack was in a big fight.
NORA: Is he all right?
PEGGY: I think so. But he's in the principal's office.
NORA: Oh, no!
SUZY: Why are Billy and Jack so different from each other?
NORA: I don't know, dear. I really don't.
SUZY: When are you coming home, Mom?
NORA: It's Friday. The store is open until 9:00 tonight.
SUZY: Gee, you're as bad as Dad.
NORA: What do you mean, dear?
SUZY: You're never home, either.
NONE: Of course, sir. We send flowers anywhere in the country.
NONE: Well, tulips are very pretty.
NONE: They look like... uh... well... cups.
NONE: Oh, she likes roses. Then send her roses.
NONE: No, in fact, tulips aren't as expensive as roses this year.
NONE: Fine. How many tulips do you want to order?
NONE: Certainly. For $10.00 I can send sixteen.
NONE: Yes. We usually include a short note with the flowers.
NONE: "To Mom. Happy Birthday." Yes, that's fine. Your mother's
name and address, please?
NONE: Mrs. G. Crawford. 143-29 Park Avenue. Is that C-R-A-W-F-O-R-D?
NONE: Thank you. And your name and address, please?
NONE: Michael Crawford. 342 88th Street. Thank you very much. Have a nice
day, sir.
BILL: Hi, Ali. Where are your parents today?
ALI: They're eating in the Italian restaurant again. I like hot dogs more
than spaghetti.
ALI: And ice cream is the most delicious thing in the world. It's not
fair.
BILL: What isn't fair, Ali?
ALI: They can eat as much spaghetti as they want.
ALI: But I can't eat as many hot dogs and ice cream, sandwiches as I want.
Do you have children?
BILL: I have two boys and two girls, but they are all older than you.
ALI: How old are the boys?
BILL: Bill, Jr., the oldest, is seventeen. Jack is sixteen.
ALI: Do they play baseball?
BILL: They sure do. Do you play baseball?
ALI: Not yet. But I'm going to learn soon. I'm almost seven years old.
MR. NIKZAD: Ali! I'm sorry, sir. Is my son bothering you again?
BILL: Not at all. He's a fine boy.
MRS. NIKZAD: Thank you, Mr....
BILL: O'Neill.
ALI: Father, Mr. O'Neill's sons play baseball.
MR. NIKZAD: That's nice, Ali.
ALI: I want to learn, too. But nobody wants to teach me.
MR. NIKZAD: You're too young, Ali.
ALI: You always say that. I'm pretty big for my age.
BILL: Excuse me, there's a big crowd over there. Business before pleasure.
MR. NIKZAD: Certainly.
ALI: Good-bye, Mr. O'Neill.
BILL: Bye, Ali. See you soon.
ALI: You know, Father, he isn't really an ice cream man. He's just
pretending. He's really a secret agent.
MRS. NIKZAD: What an imagination you have, Ali!
MR. NIKZAD: More imagination than sense.
MRS. NIKZAD: Don't spoil it for him, dear. Childhood is the happiest time
of life.
NONE: Hello.
NONE: Hi, Bill.
NONE: Oh, no. But it's Saturday night!
NONE: Yes, I know. But we never see each other these days. The children
never see you, either.
NONE: And what about dinner? It's almost ready.
NONE: I know. That's the way it is. I'm just disappointed.
NONE: Around 9:00? Well, OK. Wait. Why don't you let me type your report?
Then you could come home now.
NONE: No. We don't need any. We have lots of paper at home.
NONE: OK. Good. See you around 8:15. Bye, dear.
MR. CRAWFORD: Ms. Segura, step into my office, please. Bring your steno
pad.
LAURA: Yes, sir.
MR. CRAWFORD: To Mr. James C. Wilson, President, United Printing Corp. You
can look up the address in the files.
LAURA: Yes, sir.
MR. CRAWFORD: "Dear Sir: Please send this office 10,000 copies of the
World's Fair brochure. Thank you. Sincerely," and sign my name.
LAURA: Yes, sir.
MR. CRAWFORD: Send that out this morning, Ms. Segura.
LAURA: Yes, sir.
MR. CRAWFORD: It's Mrs. Crawford's birthday. I want to buy her some
flowers.
MR. CRAWFORD: Call up the florist and tell him to send my wife a dozen
roses.
LAURA: Yes, sir.
MR. CRAWFORD: Ms. Segura, here is yesterday's letter to Bissell
Industries.
MR. CRAWFORD: There is an error in the second paragraph . Please be more
careful, Ms. Segura.
LAURA: Yes, sir.
MR. CRAWFORD: Any questions?
LAURA: Only one.
MR. CRAWFORD: Yes?
LAURA: When do you want to look for a new secretary?
MR. CRAWFORD: I don't understand, Ms. Segura. We don't need another
secretary.
LAURA: I am giving you two weeks' notice, Mr. Crawford.
MR. CRAWFORD: Are you resigning from the firm, Ms. Segura?
LAURA: Yes, Mr. Crawford. I'm sure you can find someone better than I.
MR. CRAWFORD: Very well, Ms. Segura. Put an ad for a secretary in
tomorrow's paper.
LAURA: Yes, Mr. Crawford.
MR. CRAWFORD: This is very inconvenient.
LAURA: I'm sure it is.
SALESMAN: Can I help you?
MRS. NIKZAD: Yes. I want to paint my son's bedroom. I think sky blue is
pretty color.
SALESMAN: How big is the room?
MRS. NIKZAD: Not very big.
SALESMAN: How many gallons of paint do you want?
MRS. NIKZAD: I don't know.
SALESMAN: Look, why don't you tell your painter to buy the paint?
MRS. NIKZAD: I am the painter.
SALESMAN: Well, then. Do you know the size of the room?
MRS. NIKZAD: No. I'm sorry, I don't.
SALESMAN: Is it larger or smaller than this store?
MRS. NIKZAD: It's about half the size of this store.
SALESMAN: You need two gallons.
MRS. NIKZAD: Now what do I do?
SALESMAN: Madam, why don't you get a painter?
MRS. NIKZAD: My son and I want to paint the room together.
SALESMAN: All right. Here. Read these instructions.
SALESMAN: Do you want the paint now?
MRS. NIKZAD: Yes, please.
SALESMAN: Two gallons of sky blue. That's $21.39.
MRS. NIKZAD: Thank you. What time do you close?
SALESMAN: We're open till 6:30 tonight.
NONE: I think I'm falling in love with him. Oh, what am I going to do?
Could I be his wife?
NONE: How long could I live in a little apartment on a poor street?
NONE: He's an artist. He doesn't think about money, but I do. I like
life's little luxuries.
NONE: I like to buy pretty things -- new dresses and jewelry.
NONE: I could live without them, I guess, but... Do I want to?
NONE: I guess I could always find a job. I could work in an office or I
could teach Portuguese. Or could I?
NONE: Maybe Mama is right. Maybe I couldn't live on 88th Street. It's a
long way from home in Brazil.
NONE: Paulo wants to stay here, but Mama is going to go home soon. She
misses Papa and her life there. And what about me?
NONE: We could live six months here and six months there. No. That's ridiculous.
NONE: What am I going to do? I love his eyes. Who knows?
NONE: We all grow and change. Anything could happen.
NONE: It's not easy to be the mother of four children, take care of a
house, and go to work.
NONE: I'm not complaining, though. Really I'm not.
NONE: Bill has a good job, and he always works overtime to make as much as
he can.
NONE: But we can always use some extra money. Four children eat a lot of
food.
NONE: I didn't go to college. What could I do? I was a mother at nineteen.
I didn't see much of the world then.
NONE: The children are all in school now, and I want to do something new.
NONE: I'm not old yet. I want to live and learn and grow as much as I can.
NONE: This is my first job in eighteen years, and I love it.
NONE: I love to work with flowers. I want to learn about the business,
too.
NONE: Someday, I'm going to own a shop like this one.
NONE: You know my brother, Ali, but you don't know me.
NONE: I am Hussein M. Nikzad. I'm nine and a half.
NONE: I am very strong for my age, and I'm very smart in school. All my
teachers say so.
NONE: I do my homework, and I pay attention to my
teachers. I like books. I read all the time.
NONE: I can add, subtract, multiply and divide.
NONE: I can read and write English and Farsi, and I know all about the
heroes of my country.
NONE: I am going to be famous, too. I am going to build cities and roads
and bridges and everything.
NONE: Ali is a strange kid. He thinks everyone is a Martian and ice cream
vendors are secret agents.
NONE: Why does he eat ice cream all the time? Sometimes I think Father is
right. Ali acts like a child all the time.
NONE: He never could sit still. He doesn't listen to anyone. He's
forgetting Farsi, too.
NONE: What is he going to do next year in Iran?
NONE: Ali hates me. It's not my fault. He hates me because I'm bigger and
smarter, and I'm Father's favorite.
NONE: Father doesn't say that, of course, but I know it. And Ali knows it,
too.
NONE: But Ali's okay, really. Sure, sometimes he does razy things, but
he's not a bad kid.