Breakfast.

Mother: Why aren’t you eating your porridge?

Anny: For one thing, it’s stone cold.

Mother: It was hot ten minutes ago. You should have started sooner.

Anny: And anyway, I’m not very keen on porridge.

Mother: Don’t be so faddy and eat it up. You don’t know what is good for you.

Anny: Oh, yes, I do! Ham and eggs is good for me.

Lunch at the Hotel.

Mr. and Mrs. Smith are sitting at a small table in the hotel lounge drinking cocktails. It is 11 p.m.

Mr. Smith: Well, Mary, If you’ve finished your drink, we’ll go into the restaurant and have lunch. I’m as hungry as a hunter.

Mrs. Smith: Good. Let’s go and have lunch.

A waiter comes up to them.

Waiter: Would you like table d’hote or a la carte?

Mr. Smith: What would you like, my dear?

Mrs. Smith: I’ll have a mutton chop with potatoes and cauliflower.

Mr. Smith: I’ll begin with a grilled artichoke. After that a veal cutlet and green peas.

Waiter: Thank you, sir.

The lunch proceeds. Mr. Smith has some celery and his cutlet, Mrs. Smith has a vanilla ice.

Mr.Smith: Waiter, the bill, please. We’ll have our coffee in the lounge.

Waiter: Certainly, sir. Your bill will be sent in with a coffee.

Tea.

Jessie: What do you say to a cup of tea?

Pat: Well, I don’t mind, you know.

Jessie: Strong or weak for you?

Pat: Oh, just middling, please.

Jessie: And how much sugar?

Pat: One lump will do, thank you, Jessie.

Jessie: Do you take your tea with milk or lemon?

Pat: Lemon, please.

Jessie: Here you are, Pat. Help yourself to the sandwiches.

Pat: Thanks a lot.

Jessie: Some more tea?

Pat: Yes, just a little, please.

Jessie: You’ve got to try the cakes and jam.

Pat: Thank you… M-m-m… Delicious!

Jessie: Another cup, Pat?

Pat: No, thanks, Jessie. That’ll do.

At Supper.

Mike: Hallo, everybody. What’re we having for supper?

Mom: Fish.

Mike: And chips?

Mom: I’m afraid I haven’t had any time. Just boiled potatoes and lettuce.

Mike: Oh, Mum. Let’s have chips.

Ellen: I’ll do the chips if you like.

Mom: Oh, all right, but get on with it. And, Mike you’d better set the table, will you?

Mike: Okay, Mum.

Dad: Pass me tomato sauce, will you Mike?

Mike: Here you are, dad.

Dad: Thanks.

Mom: Another piece of fish, Julian?

Dad: No, thank you, my dear. I’ve had enough.

Mom: And you, Mike?

Mike: Yes, please, a small one and another helping of chips if I may.

Mom: Yes, of course. There’s plenty left. Help yourself to some lettuce, Ellen, it’s good for you.

Ellen: No, thank you, Mummy, you have such a large helping.

Mom: A bit of cheese then?

Ellen: Yes, please, and I could do with a piece of that nice brown bread.

Mom: Here you are, dear, help yourself. And you Mike, pass me the butter, please.