A bad cold
MR. WILLIAMS: | Where's Jimmy? |
MRS. WILLIAMS: | He's in bed. |
MR. WILLIAMS: | What's the matter with him? |
MRS. WILLIAMS: | He feels ill. |
MR. WILLIAMS: | He looks ill. |
MRS. WILLIAMS: | We must call the doctor. |
MR. WILLIAMS: | Yes, we must. |
MR. WILLIAMS: | Can you remember the doctor's telephone number? |
MRS. WILLIAMS: | Yes. It's 09754. |
DOCTOR: | Open your mouth, Jimmy. Show me your tongue. Say, 'Ah'. |
MR. WILLIAMS: | What's the matter with him, doctor? |
DOCTOR: | He has a bad cold, Mr. Williams, so he must stay in bed for a week. |
MRS. WILLIAMS: | That's good news for Jimmy. |
DOCTOR: | Good news? Why? |
MR. WILLIAMS: | Because he doesn't like school! |