[originaltext]M: Hello, Thompson here.W: Hello. This is Mary.M: Oh, hello.W:

M: Hello, Thompson here.
W: Hello. This is Mary.
M: Oh, hello.
W: I’m afraid I can’t come to work today, Mr. Thompson.
M: Oh, what’s the problem?
W: I’ve got a very sore throat.
M: Yes, you sound ill on the phone.
W: Yes, I’ll stay in bed today, but I’ll be able to come tomorrow.
M: That’s all right, Mary.
W: Thank you, Mr. Thompson...Goodbye.
M: Goodbye, Mary.
(At Mary’s gate.)
M: Hello, Mary!
W: Oh...hello.., hello, Mr. Thompson...er...er...
M: I’ve brought some fruit for you, Mary.
W: Thank you very much, Mr. Thompson.
M: Well, how’s your throat?
W: It seems a little better. I’ll be OK tomorrow.
M: Well, don’t come in until you feel better.
W: All right...but I’m sure I’ll be able to come in tomorrow.
M: Goodbye, Mary.
W: Goodbye, Mr. Thompson.
M: I want to tell you a story, Mary.
W: Oh?
M: Last day, it was England against Brazil. Both teams were playing well, but neither team could score a goal. Then the crowd were cheering and booing. It was very exciting. Then at 3:20, England scored from a penalty. I jumped out of his chair. I was very excited. I was smiling happily when suddenly the cameraman focused on the crowd. My smile disappeared and I looked very angry. Mary Walker’s face, in close-up, was there on the screen. She didn’t look ill, and she didn’t sound ill. She was smiling happily and cheering wildly!
W: Oh, my god.