Rees Example English Dialogues

The Right Wrong Number

By Joel Matthew Rees, 1995.10.2
Copyright 1999 Joel Matthew Rees
Takino-cho, Kato-gun, Hyogo-ken, Japan

(ring ring)
M: Hello?
X: Hullo.
M: Who is this?
X: Don't you recognize me?
M: Am I supposed to?
X: Sure. We met at Jack's Bar and Grill last night. We danced until about one this morning.
M: You must have the wrong person. I don't drink, and I don't dance with strangers. My husband wouldn't like it.
X: But you sound just like Kelly.
M: Kelly was at the bar last night? Until One? How much did she drink? Who was she with?
X: Wait a minute. Who are you?
M: Kelly's mother. Thanks for saying I sound like my sixteen year-old daughter, by the way. But who are you?
X: Uhhh. Heh heh. I think I must have the wrong number.

M: Keh-leee! What friend's house did you say you were at last night?
Ke: What did you say, Mom?
M: I said, have you been dancing recently?
Ke: What are you talking about?
M: Good question. There was a man on the phone just now, saying something about dancing with somebody named Kelly at Jack's Bar and Grill last night.
Ke: But Mo-om, I don't even know of any place called Jack's Bar and Grill. Do you?
M: No-oh.
Ke: Besides, I came back from Jane's at about eleven last night. How did I have time to do any dancing?
M: Eleven. That's right. To have been dancing until one, you would have had to have snuck back out of the house.
Ke: I didn't do that, Mom! (pause) What did his voice sound like?
M: Low pitched. Kind of gravelly.
Ke: Texas accent? But Kirk wouldn't play this kind of a joke.
M: No, it wasn't Kirk. I know Kirk's voice. And it wasn't a Texas accent. Maybe a trace of deep south, though.
Ke: Who would try to get me in trouble? (pause) I know! It was Brad. He's mad at me for not going out with him.
M: If so, I'm glad you turned him down. What's his phone number?
Ke: I think he'd be at work right now. Uhhh, I think he said he worked at MacBongo's on Thirty-ninth Street.
M: Where's the phone book. (pages flipping) Here's MacBongo's. Ave. A. Circle Court. Picadillo Mall. Thirty-ninth Street. 342-8976.
(tone dial beeps)
Ke: Mom, what are you doing?
M: Curiosity. (ring) What's his last name?
N: (click) MacBongo's Thirty-ninth, how may I help you?

Ke: White.
M: I'd like to speak with Brad White, if he's available.
N: He just went on the grill for the dinner rush. Unless it's an emergency, he won't be free for two hours. But if you have an order, I can take it.
M: No, I'm his girlfriend. I must have just missed his break.
N: Yes, you did. But he's not supposed to have personal calls here, you know.
M: I don't suppose I could leave a message?
N: Is it an emergency?
M: Not really. I just wanted to tell him the dancing was fun last night.
N: Yeah. Right. Listen, We're busy here. It's nice news that he's got a girlfriend, but call him at home unless it's a real emergency. Okay?
M: Okay.
N: Goodbye.
M: Uhh, goodbye. (click)

N: (click) Brad! Didn't I tell you? No personal calls on the business phone.
B: Personal calls?
N: That was your girlfriend. She said she had fun last night. Hey, how is it you had time to go dancing last night? You were here cleaning the grill until one-thirty.
B: Dancing? Girlfriend! I wish I had been. I mean I wish I did. I mean ... . What's going on?
N: Nice sounding voice. (sizzle) That burger's getting a little brown, don't you think?
B: Ack. Woops.
(two hours later)
B: Hey, look. I'm sorry about that phone call. Say, but, what did she sound like?
N: Sound like?
B: Well, if I've suddenly got a girlfriend, it would be nice to have a clue who she was. Did she give her name?
N: You're kidding. You don't know anything about this?
B: Shoot, you know me.
N: Here I'd kind of started hoping something might work out for you.

(next day)
(ring ring)
P: White residence, who do you want?
M: Hello, is this where Brad White who goes to Bonneville High lives?
P: Who's asking?
M: My name's Millie Brown. My daughter, Kelly also goes there, and I had some questions I wanted to ask him.
P: Excuse me a minute. (covering the mouthpiece) Brad, do you know a Kelly Brown?
B: Huh?
P: Kelly Brown, from your high school.
B: Well, sort of, I mean a lot of people know her. She's kind of popular.
P: You want to talk to her mother?
B: Not really, why?
P: She's on the phone.
B: Huh?
P: (uncovering the mouthpiece) He's coming to the phone now.
M: Thank you.
B: Hello?
M: Hello Brad. How are you doing?
B: Oh, fine, I guess. Unhh, what can I do for you?
M: I wanted to listen to your voice and compare it to a voice I heard on the phone yesterday evening. Would you mind saying, "You sound like Kelly?"
B: You sound like Kelly. Say, you do sound a little like her. I mean, not that I know her that well, but, since she's a cheerleader and makes announcements on the PA and stuff, uhhm ... .
M: Now would you say, "Jack's Bar and Grill?"
B: Jack's Bar and Grill. But why?
M: And, "We danced until one."
B: Hey, wait a minute, what kind of gag is this? How do I know you're not really Kelly? And some of the football team put you up to this, I'll bet. You're probably the one who called me at work last night and about got me in trouble with my boss.
M: I guess I have to apologize for that. I'm sorry. No, this is Kelly's Mom, and, yes, I did call you at work yesterday. But now I'm pretty sure that you did not call my daughter last night. (silence) Say, what do you think of my daughter, anyway?
B: Well, uhh, she's pretty, and she seems a little smarter than most of the cheerleading squad. I guess I kind of have a crush on her, but a lot of guys at school do.
M: Could we meet and talk?
B: About what?
M: About my daughter.
B: Just a minute. (covering the mouthpiece) Dad, I'm confused. This person says she's the mother of one of the most popular cheerleaders at school, and she says she wants to talk to me about her daughter. What should I say?
P: You're asking me? I'm the guy your mother had to ask out first. I don't know anything about social life.
B: Should I meet her?
P: Why not? Could be interesting.
B: (uncovering the mouthpiece) Well, ...
M: At your house would be fine, if you'd be more comfortable.
B: Uhh, well, ...
M: Would now be okay? Or about fifteen minutes from now?
B: Well, I ...
M: Your address is 3421 Fiesta del Sol, right?
B: Yes, but, ...
M: Good. I'll see you in fifteen minutes.
B: Ahhhh, ...
M: Good. Bye, now.
B: (hanging up the phone) Dad! She's coming over here right now. Where can I hide?
P: Why hide? Just go along for the ride. It might be fun, you know.

(fifteen minutes later. Doorbell rings)
P: Brad, will you get that? It's probably for you.

B: (opening the door) Uh, hello. You must be Mrs. Brown.
M: Hello Brad. May I came in, or should we talk outside?
B: Please come in.
M: (entering) What are you looking for?
B: This is embarassing. Anyway, I hope none of the guys from school saw you come in.
M: That's a rude thing to say.
B: I don't mean it that way. I just ... . I ... . There would be questions.
M: Questions?
B: They'd deliberately take it wrong. It's bad enough to be teased for being ugly.
M: Ugly?
B: Well, not good looking.
M: Whoever would say such a thing is a liar, and a jealous liar at that.
B: But, for things that can't be, ... .
M: What can't be?
B: What they'd tease me for.
M: Oh. I see. Well, down to business. I am worried about the company my daughter keeps.
B: You should be. I mean ... , oh shoot.
M: Please speak openly. I don't think you can tell me more than I already suspect. Parents have a responsibility for their children, and I'd like you to help me fill mine
B: But Kelly can be cruel, too.
M: I know. I haven't been able to prevent her being spoiled by her looks.
B: I'd really rather not talk about it. Her.
M: Have a heart. Indulge a Mom. For instance, that phone call last night, ...
B: Yeah, what about it? Why'd you call me at work?
M: I answered the phone at home last night, and a man who sounded like he was in college, or older, assumed I was Kelly and asked if I didn't recognize him and said something about having fun dancing until one at Jack's Bar and Grill. Kelly made up a story about you being so jealous of her as to try to play such a trick on her.
B: This is confusing. She said it must have been me?
M: I thought she was serious, but your voice doesn't match. Do you know of such a place?
B: Umm. Well. Locker room talk. I sometimes overhear the football players talk about the place. I don't think it's the real name, it's like a code name. But Kelly doesn't hang around with that crowd.
M: No?
B: No. She's smart enough to stay away from there.
M: So. Do you think it might have been a joke of some sort?
B: Well, some of the guys she hangs around with aren't very clean. They drink and stuff. But, from the talk I hear, Jack's Bar and Grill is a place to pick up hard drugs and, umm, well, ...
M: Women?
B: Yeah, women. Kelly's too cool to get involved in that kind of stuff, I think.
M: You think?
B: I really think so. I mean she does stay out late. I suppose she probably has to sneak out of the house to do so. She comes by MacBongo's sometimes about one in the morning. But I've never seen her high.
M: You didn't happen to see her there the night before last?
B: As a matter of fact, I did. She came in about midnight and stayed until about one.
M: You're sure?
B: Yeah.
M: Then the call must have been a joke, or perhaps a coincidence. Who was she with?
B: A group from school.
M: No one older?
B: No. I know them all from school. They teased me again. Kirk told me not to watch Kelly, and that she would never go out with an ugly guy like me anyway.
M: Wonderful Kirk. (pause) Say, what did Kelly say?
B: Oh, she just told Kirk to quit being such a creep.
M: Hmm.
B: Listen, I think you should know. I've never seen her letting any guy get all over her like some of the girls do. I mean, the manager has to go over and warn them he'll call the police and report statutory rape sometimes. But not Kelly.
M: That's nice to know. But I won't ask you to spy on her for me.
B: Thanks.
M: I really expected to talk to your parents first, or to have them present.
B: Oh, Dad's kind of shy. Shier than me, really. Mom is out at some Church function.
M: May I talk with your father?

(That evening)
M: Kelly, I am still a little worried about that phone call last night.
Ke: Me, too. Brad was watching me today at school, of course. But the more I think about it, he's not the type.
M: I hope you don't mind. I talked to his manager this afternoon. He says Brad was prepping for the rush before I called, and he didn't think it would have been Brad anyway.
Ke: That's nice to know. I mean, I kind of like Brad. The guys at school tease him, and I don't understand why.
M: Jealousy?
Ke: Maybe so. Brad is really pretty good looking. Shy. Really smart. He's not on the football team, for what that's worth.
M: So why did you suspect Brad?
Ke: Well, Kirk gave him a really hard time, uhh, recently.
M: Oh?
Ke: It might be kind of nice if Brad were interested, you know. I mean I don't think I'd mind that much.
M: You like him?
Ke: Maybe.
Ke: Listen, Mom. Can we talk? Seriously, I mean?
M: I'm listening.
Ke: I'm thinking I want to give up cheerleading.
M: Why's that?
Ke: Well, there some aspects to being on the squad that I don't like.
M: For instance?
Ke: (long pause) Late nights, having to do special things for the team members, that kind of thing.
M: What kind of special things?
Ke: It's like there's this rule that if you're on the squad and a football player asks you out, you can't turn him down.
M: Rule?
Ke: I don't know who made it up, but it's there.
M: Have you asked the squad coach about it?
Ke: Ms. Pinquet said, "Of course we have to encourage the team to do their best."
M: She said that?
Ke: Yes.
M: Have you talked to counselors or the football coach or the principal?
Ke: No.
M: I think you should. Do you want me to go with you?
Ke: Can't I just quit?
M: I don't mind if you quit, but I hope you won't just drop out. A coach should not be putting that kind of pressure on her squad.
Ke: Can I think about it?
M: Of course. But think about the other girls, too.
Ke: That's what Ms. Pinquet said.
M: Well, there may be some who think like your coach, but I think some of the squad would really rather not. And if they think they're supposed to show the heros a good time, they may be feeling pressure to give things that aren't good to give outside of marriage.
Ke: Why, Mom, does it always take so many words to say the truth?
M: Because so many people are so busy trying to hide from it.
Ke: Uh, Mom, ...
M: Yes?
Ke: Are you going to ask me about being out late?
M: I thought I'd let you tell me.
Ke: I have been sneaking out.
M: That would explain a few things, like windows creaking and pillows stuffed under blankets.
Ke: You knew about the pillows?
M: You're not the first to sneak out, you know.
Ke: Mom! (pause) But that phone call. I went to Jack's once, last year. Never again. I was at MacBongo's the night before last.
M: The manager mentioned that we look a lot alike.
Ke: You know everything!
M: No, of course not. Just trying to be a good mother. Anything else you want to tell me?
Ke: Well, you know that box of chocolates that disappeared a couple of weeks ago?
M: Was that you?
Ke: Kirk. That's part of the reason I haven't had him over this week. Maybe I really don't need to have him over again.

N: So, Brad. What about this Kelly? I met her Mom today.
B: Well, she's a cheerleader. The straight one, you know.
N: Yeah. She looks a lot like her mother. Real beauty if you ask me.
B: Looks aren't everything.
N: And she seems to have something solid in her, too.
B: So what am I supposed to do about it?
N: I can't tell you. You're supposed to figure it out for yourself. That's most of the fun. But if you don't take the risks, you don't get the prize.
B: Women aren't prizes.
N: Bad figure of speech. Anyway, you don't have to try to marry her, but a little experience is worth some risk.
B: Experience?
N: I had to make a fool of myself quite a few times before I could get a girl to go out with me. The best parts of life are not often easy.
B: For a minute there I thought you meant sexual experience.
N: No, that would be being a different kind of fool.

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