Scripts For English 900,BOOK FIVE Scripts For English 900, BOOK FIVE

ALI: Hello, Mr. Vegetable Man. Do you remember me?
My name is Ali.
MR. YAMAMOTO: Yes, Ali. I remember you.
ALI:
I met you when you were going to the Japanese Garden. Did you have a good time?
MR. YAMAMOTO: Yes, thank you, Ali. Is this your
mother, Ali?
ALI: Yes, it is. Mommy, I told you about this
man...
MRS. NIKZARD: His name is Mr. Yamamoto, Ali. Be
polite.
ALI: How do you know his name, Mommy?
MRS.
NIKZARD: Because many of my friends have told me about him and his excellent
shop.
MRS.
NIKZARD: It's nice to meet you, Mr. Yamamoto. Our name is Nikzad.
MR.
YAMAMOTO: How do you do, Mrs. Nikzad? Your son helped me find my way around the
Fair.
ALI: Are you famous, Mr. Yamamoto? How come?
MR.
YAMAMOTO: Because I have lived in this neighborhood a long time.
ALI: But that isn't enough, is it?
MR. YAMAMOTO: You have to answer that question for
yourself.
ALI:
No. You have to do something special to be famous. You have to kill a dragon.
MR.
YAMAMOTO: I've never done that. I have seen many and fought with a few.
MR. YAMAMOTO: But to my knowledge I haven't killed
any yet.
CUSTOMER: Excuse me, do you have any lettuce?
ALI: Wow, have you ever...?
MRS.
NIKZARD: Mr. Yamamoto is a busy man. Perhaps, Ali, we have already taken too
much of his time.
MR. YAMAMOTO: I'll be with you in a moment.
MR.
YAMAMOTO: Not at all, Mrs. Nikzad. If I don't have enough time, it is because I
am old, not because I am busy.
ALI: I don't understand.
MRS.
NIKZARD: Mr. Yamamoto is very wise. When you have lived a little longer, you
will understand.
ALI: I want to understand now.
MR. YAMAMOTO: Then you must visit me again.
ALI: Can I? I mean, may I?
MRS. FARIAS: When is Michael coming to pick you
up?
JOANA: He said seven. Would you get the door
please, Mama?
MRS. FARIAS: Hello, Michael. How are you?
MICHAEL: Fine, thank you, Mrs. Farias. And you?
MRS.
FARIAS: Well, as a matter of fact, I'm not feeling very well today.
MICHAEL: What's the matter?
MRS. FARIAS: Oh, I'm sure that it's nothing
serious.
MRS. FARIAS: Joana, Michael's here!
JOANA: Hi, Michael.
MICHAEL: Hi, you look great!
JOANA: Thank you.
MRS.
FARIAS: Will you two please excuse me? I have some things to do in the kitchen.
MICHAEL: Certainly. What's up?
JOANA: I have some exciting news.
MICHAEL: What is it? I hope you aren't going back
home.
JOANA: No. Right now I can't think of any place
I'd rather be than here. But...
MICHAEL: What is it, then?
JOANA: How would you like to go to Brazil for two
years?
MICHAEL: What? How? With whom?
JOANA: The Brazilian Pavilion is holding an art
competition.
JOANA:
The person who wins gets a grant to study and paint anywhere in Brazil.
MICHAEL: Really? How do you apply?
JOANA:
All you have to do is submit a painting to the Brazilian Pavilion by December
1.
JOANA:
You'll love Brazil. I'll show you all the sights. We'll have a wonderful time.
MICHAEL: Hold on. I can enter. That doesn't mean
I'll win.
JOANA: Michael, no one else has a chance!
MICHAEL: Oh, come on.
JOANA:
No, really. Name one modern artist whose paintings are better than yours.
JOANA:
Name one artist whose paintings the judges could possibly like more than yours.
MICHAEL:
It's nice to have someone who believes in you. Too bad you're not one of the
judges.
JOANA: Which picture are you going to send in?
MICHAEL:
I don't know. I'll have to do something new -- something totally new --
something spectacular.
NONE:
Dear Mama, I can't believe it! I'll be home in a couple of weeks. This has been
the greatest vacation I've ever had.
NONE:
My English is pretty good now. I can understand almost everything -- except on
the phone.
NONE: I've made many new friends and learned lots
of new things.
NONE:
For example, Mama, believe it or not, some Americans spend more hours watching
TV than working at their jobs.
NONE:
It's true! I read it in an American paper. I called the Monteros last week.
They were very happy to see me.
NONE:
You're right. They have a daughter my age. She is happily married, has two
children,
NONE: and sends her regards. They all send their
regards.
NONE:
Mrs. Montero cried when we talked about the people she hasn't seen in years. I
felt a little sorry for her.
NONE:
She wants to go back to Colombia for a visit, but I don't think they have the
money.
NONE:
On the brighter side, I'm sending you another photograph of Marta.
NONE:
Don't worry. I'm not going to do anything "foolish," but I want you
to be able to recognize her.
NONE: Love, Miguel
NONE:
Hi, kids. It's Friday again, so I won't be home from work until 9:15.
NONE:
Dinner is in the refrigerator. Peggy, you can heat up the stew and make the
salad. Suzy, you can set the table.
NONE: Billy and Jack, I want you to clear the
table, wash the dishes, and put them away.
NONE:
you can get started on the weekly chores. No chores, no allowance.
NONE: Peggy, please scrub the bathroom. It's
filthy.
NONE:
Jack, you know how to use the vacuum cleaner. Would you please do the rugs and
the floors?
NONE: And you, Billy, please clean up the mess in
the basement.
NONE: I
don't know what you were doing down there, but you left tools all over the
place.
NONE: And Suzy, you can help Billy sweep up.
NONE:
Dad will be home around 6:30. Why don't you have dinner ready by then? OK.
Kids? Enjoy your dinner.
NONE: Oh yes, for dessert, you can have the
chocolate cake.
NONE: But please leave a little piece for your
hard-working mother.
NONE: Love, Mom
NONE: THE WORLD'S FAIR NEWSLETTER
NONE: Volume 1 No. 5
NONE:
Published by THE WORLD'S FAIR CORPORATION and THE GW CRAWFORD AGENCY, INC.
NONE: THE SPACE BUILDING OPENS by Henry Leeds
NONE:
Yesterday was the opening of the Space Building here at the World's Fair.
NONE:
Many famous scientists, architects, and diplomats were present. There was
something for everybody.
NONE:
Messrs. Wood, Glass, and Stone, who are the architects of the building,
attended the ceremonies.
NONE:
The building, which looks like a big glass cube, is as modern as its
exhibitions.
NONE: A large crowd listened to the many speeches
of the diplomats.
NONE: Among the listeners was a little boy.
NONE:
He was about seven years old, had curly black hair and big brown eyes, and was
eating an ice cream sandwich.
NONE:
"Are you enjoying the speeches?" I asked. "No," he said,
"they're boring."
NONE:
"Then why are you here?" "Because it's not as boring as
home."
NONE: There you have it. Another day at the Fair.
ALI: Mommy. I'm going to be seven soon, right?
MRS. NIKZARD: Yes, July 17.
ALI: What day is that?
MRS. NIKZARD: It's a Monday.
ALI: May I have a birthday party?
MRS.
NIKZARD: I'm sure you can. However, we'll have to talk to your father.
ALI:
I'll be good. I promise. I'll do whatever he says. I'll be so good that he
won't know I'm here.
ALI: Can we call him?
MRS.
NIKZARD: No. He'll be home any minute, Ali. It can wait till then, I'm sure.
MRS.
NIKZARD: We've never had a big party in this apartment. I wonder...
ALI: Oh, I don't want the party here!
MRS. NIKZARD: No? Where do you want it?
ALI: At the Ice Cream Parlor. You know, the one
that has 101 flavors.
MRS.
NIKZARD: The Ice Cream Parlor? Do you mean the one which is near your father's
bank at the Fair?
ALI:
Yes, that's the one. Jimmy's birthday party was there, and the party that he
had was great.
MRS. NIKZARD: Hello, dear. How was your day?
MR.
NIKZARD: Hello, Zahra. Hi, Son. I'm in such a good mood that I feel like
celebrating.
MR. NIKZARD: Let's go out to dinner tonight.
ALI: Whoopee!
MRS. NIKZARD: Ali has something to ask you.
MR. NIKZARD: What is it, Ali?
ALI: Father, may I please have a birthday party?
MR. NIKZARD: Of course, Ali. Why not?
ALI: Thanks, Daddy.
MR. NIKZARD: What kind of party do you want, Ali?
ALI: An ice cream party!
MR.
NIKZARD: Is that what you want? Wouldn't you like to go to a baseball game
instead?
ALI:
Daddy, this is much better! You eat lots and lots of ice cream. They put it in
a big bowl.
ALI:
And then, when you've eaten so much ice cream that you can't eat any more, you
eat some more anyway.
MR. NIKZARD: It sounds terrible.
MRS. NIKZARD: I guess it sounds wonderful to kids.
MRS. NIKZARD: What do you think, dear?
MR. NIKZARD: Okay, Ali. It's a deal.
ALI: Oh, boy!
MRS.
FARIAS: Packing is very upsetting. I wish someone would do it for me.
MRS.
FARIAS: In fact, I wish I were home now and the plane trip were over.
JOANA: You don't have to pack tonight.
MRS.
FARIAS: I know, but I want to see how much room I have in my suitcase.
MRS.
FARIAS: Tomorrow I have to buy presents for everyone back home.
JOANA: Sometimes I wish I were going with you.
MRS. FARIAS: Sometimes I wish you were, too, dear.
JOANA:
I know, but you mustn't worry about me, Mama. I'll be all right. Paulo doesn't
let me out of his sight!
MRS.
FARIAS: I know you'll be all right. I'm worrying about myself. The house will
seem so empty without you and Paulo.
MRS. FARIAS: And what if you decide to stay here?
JOANA: Oh, Mama!
JOANA: Anyway, you were about to mention the gifts
you had to buy.
MRS. FARIAS: Yes. What do you think I ought to get
for your father?
JOANA: He has just about everything, doesn't he?
MRS. FARIAS: That's the trouble.
PAULO: Hi, Mama. Hi, Joana.
MRS.
FARIAS: I'm glad you're home early. Do you know how to fix the lock on that
suitcase? It's stuck.
PAULO: It probably needs a little oil.
MRS. FARIAS: Paulo, I don't know what to get for
your father. Do you have any suggestions?
PAULO: Why don't you get him a pocket calculator?
MRS.
FARIAS: That's a wonderful idea! I hope that he doesn't already have one.
PAULO: I doubt it. There, the lock's okay now.
MRS.
FARIAS: Good. Thank you, dear. Where should I look for a calculator?
PAULO:
I know a place where I can get one on sale. I'll pick one up for you tomorrow.
MRS.
FARIAS: Thank you, dear. You know, when I get home, I'm going to wish I were
back here.
MRS.
FARIAS: I wish there were a way for all of us to be in the same city, or at
least, the same country.
MICHAEL: Hi, Pedro. How are you doing?
PEDRO: Fine. I just wanted to stop by and say
hello.
MICHAEL: Come on in. How about some coffee?
PEDRO: Sounds good.
MICHAEL: What's new? You look tired.
PEDRO:
I'm trying to find a present for Miguel. He's leaving at the end of next week.
MICHAEL: That's too bad.
PEDRO: He thinks so, too.
MICHAEL: What about Marta?
PEDRO: Who knows? I don't ask any questions.
PEDRO:
They act like teenagers in love. They cling to each other as if there were no
tomorrow.
MICHAEL: You're cynical today.
PEDRO: Realistic. In a week, she won't remember
his name.
MICHAEL: Come on, Pedro.
PEDRO: I'll make you a bet. How much? Five
dollars?
MICHAEL: OK. A five-dollar bet. Shake.
MICHAEL: You take your coffee black, right?
PEDRO: Right, thanks.
MICHAEL: I have a favor to ask.
PEDRO: What is it?
MICHAEL:
I'm entering an art competition, and I want to use your name.
PEDRO: What do you mean?
MICHAEL: I don't want my father to know I'm
entering the competition.
PEDRO: OK., if you want it that way.
PEDRO:
You finish the painting, and I'll be happy to sign my name. I love to see an
artist working.
MICHAEL:
Here's the brochure. They call the contest "Young Artists'
Competition."
PEDRO:
Money, Brazil, and Joana! Did they design this contest especially for you?
PEDRO: Good luck. Are you submitting something
new?
MICHAEL: Yes.
PEDRO: May I see it?
MICHAEL:
There's nothing to see. I've finished painting my canvas white, and now I'm
stuck.
MICHAEL: Maybe I need a break. Have you had dinner
yet?
PEDRO: No.
MICHAEL: I haven't, either. Do you want to go
downtown?
PEDRO: I'm broke.
MICHAEL:
OK. I'll call that place around the corner and have them deliver a pizza. How's
that?
PEDRO: Fine.
JOANA: How's the painting coming?
MICHAEL:
I don't know. Last night I was up till 3:30 or 4:00, and even though I'm
exhausted, I can't sleep.
MICHAEL: I haven't been sleeping well for a week.
JOANA: That's probably because you're too tense.
MICHAEL: I don't know what's wrong.
JOANA: Great paintings aren't created overnight.
Try to relax.
MICHAEL: That's easier said than done.
JOANA: I'm sorry.
MICHAEL: No, don't apologize.
JOANA: What's the subject of the painting?
MICHAEL: That's the problem. I want to do a
portrait.
JOANA: Of whom?
MICHAEL: A woman. A modern woman. But that's all I
know.
MICHAEL:
I've been drawing all week, but I don't like anything I've done.
JOANA: What's the problem? Do you know?
MICHAEL: Me. I'm the problem. I think I'm going
stale.
MICHAEL:
I've been painting for ten years. I should be able to do better than this.
JOANA:
I'm sure you will. Even if you spend a few sleepless nights, it's worth it.
MICHAEL: What do you think I should do?
JOANA: Take a break for a few hours.
MICHAEL:
No. I mean, do you think I should give up and go into business with my father?
JOANA:
What I think doesn't matter. You've got to be happy with what you do.
JOANA: Besides, that decision was made years ago,
wasn't it?
MICHAEL: It was. But things change. Which is
better for us now?
JOANA:
Michael, what do you want me to say? It's got to be your decision.
MICHAEL:
I'm not asking you to decide for me. I just want to know what you think.
MICHAEL: You must have your likes and dislikes.
JOANA: Maybe I don't. Maybe I don't know what to
think.
MICHAEL: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you.
JOANA: All I mean, Michael, is that I agree with
what you're doing.
JOANA:
If you can be a successful artist, fine; If you can't, go into business with
your father.
JOANA: But at least give yourself the chance to
find out.
MICHAEL:
There's something else, of course, Joana. If I go into Dad's business, I have
to stay here.
MICHAEL: You know that.
NONE: THE WORLD'S FAIR NEWSLETTER
NONE: Volume 1 No. 10
NONE:
Published by THE WORLD'S FAIR CORPORATION And THE GW CRAWFORD AGENCY
NONE: SOMETHING FOR EVERYONE by Henry Leeds
NONE:
In case you've never stopped in at the World's Fair Ice Cream Parlor, let me
introduce you to it.
NONE: First, the facts:
NONE: our World's Fair Ice Cream Parlor is one of
the largest ice cream parlors you will find anywhere in the world.
NONE:
It is open until midnight, seven days a week, and the staff is always ready to
serve you and your friends.
NONE:
Our ice cream parlor hasn't really been there for a hundred years. It just
looks that way.
NONE:
In fact, they have been selling ice cream for only two months now.
NONE:
Inspired by a more elegant age, the careful manners and the old-fashioned
costumes of the staff
NONE: were designed to make you, the customers,
feel at home.
NONE: Let me now tell you about the ice cream.
NONE:
They tell me that the recipe they use has been making ice cream lovers happy
since 1865.
NONE:
They have flavors that you've never heard of. And all of them are delicious.
NONE: I
will describe only one of their specialties. It is called the Kitchen Sink.
What is a Kitchen Sink?
NONE:
It is a huge stainless steel dish, about twelve inches wide eighteen inches
long, and about eight inches deep,
NONE: which is filled with twenty different kinds
of ice cream.
NONE:
On top of all this are piled whipped cream, nuts, fruit, and chocolate syrup.
NONE: I warn you, this dessert is only for the
strongest of stomachs.
NONE:
Don't worry, though. They have desserts for every taste and pocketbook.
NONE: Dear Joana and Paulo,
NONE: I just wanted to tell you that I arrived
here safe and sound.
NONE: Your father was fine. He was a bit lonely
whileI was away,
NONE:
But it was nice to find out how much we missed each other. He's really a good
man.
NONE:
You know, he was sick while I was visiting you, but he never told us because he
didn't want us to worry.
NONE: He was probably right. He knows how I worry.
NONE:
Anyway, he's better now, although I wish he would take better care of himself.
NONE:
How are you, Paulo? How I admire your ability to learn languages!
NONE: I
must tell you how nice it was to come home to Brazil where everyone in the
street speaks Portuguese.
NONE: I realize now how much energy it took to
speak English!
NONE:
And Joana, keep me informed of your plans. I wish your father could meet
Michael.
NONE: Your father wants to add a few words at the
end of the letter.
NONE:
Take care of yourselves, and please write when you get a minute.
NONE: Love, Mama
NONE:
Your mother had a wonderful time with you both, but I'm glad to have her back
home.
NONE:
Paulo -- one of my clients, Mr. Crotisoz, will be in New York next week.
NONE:
If it is not too much trouble, I'd like you to do whatever you can to make his
stay more pleasant.
NONE:
If he doesn't call you, fine. I'll be in New York on business in October. I'll
see you both then.
NONE: Take care,
NONE: Papa
NONE: From the earliest times, people have held
sports competitions.
NONE: The athletic few compete on the field
NONE: while the rest of us participate from the
safety of our seats.
NONE: Today sports are certainly as popular as
ever,
NONE:
and because of radio and television, we can now compete from a distance.
NONE:
In fact, for important competitions, the whole world becomes one big stadium.
NONE: It is hard to say why humans like organized
games.
NONE:
The reasons that we enjoy sports probably differ from person to person.
NONE: Whether little kids are kicking a ball
around a city playground,
NONE:
or million-dollar-a-year athletes are playing in a modern stadium,
NONE:
the excitement of competition, motion, discipline, and beauty are in the air.
NONE:
Who doesn't stop to watch a ball game in the street or a swimmer in a pool?
NONE:
What parents are not proud to see their children carried of the field by
thankful fans?
NONE:
For the players, the joys of sportsmanship can include punishing self-discipline
and the friendship of teammates.
NONE: Then there is that special thrill that comes
only to a lucky few.
NONE:
It is the thrill that comes from hearing a thousand voices shout your name.
NONE:
But personal victory is only one kind of victory. In every game someone must
lose,
NONE: but mankind wins every time an athletic
record is broken.
NONE: It is this aspect of sports that brings
people together.
NONE: Even in defeat, no one says to an athlete,
"So what?"
NONE: You say, "Good try!"
NONE:
And when your pride gets hurt and your muscles are sore, you say to yourself,
NONE: "That's part of the game. I'll win next
time!"