Waiter: Good evening, sir. Welcome to The Knight's Asylum. What can I do for you? Have you booked the table? Mr. Berton: Yes. I phoned you yesterday evening. The name is Berton. Waiter: Yes, sir. Are you alone? (Looking down the list before him). Oh, no, excuse me, the table for two. Mr. Berton: My wife will be here fairly soon. Waiter: Here you are, please. Would you like this table? Mr. Berton: Oh, no. My wife is fond of sitting by the window and staring at the passers-by. Waiter: This way, sir. It's the right place for your wife. Mr. Berton: Well, thank you. It seems pretty... for my wife. Not for me, I mean. But the view is wonderful. Mrs.Berton: Peter! (A middle-aged perfectly dressed woman is coming to Mr. Berton). I'm sorry, I'm late. Mr. Berton: Better late than never. Mrs. Berton: Please, don't grumble! I've just visited my hairdresser. Besides ladies have the right to be late. Gentlemen —never! Mr. Berton: Yes, you're right. Do you like the place? Mrs. Berton: Oh, I'm awfully pleased! Waiter: Here's the menu. What would you like to start with, madam? Mrs. Berton: Wait a minute. Er... It's funny enough, but I'm hungry as a bear. And the dishes in your menu look so appetizing... Well, I'd like to begin with baked mushrooms and melon. Waiter: And you, sir? Mr. Berton: As for me, I would like to begin with something more interesting. What can you say about your steaks? Waiter: Oh, they're really delicious today! What vegetables would you like with the steaks? Fried tomatoes with spiced sour-cream, cauliflower or French beans? Mr. Berton: So, two steaks with fried tomatoes. I prefer steaks well done. What else? A nice portion of roast potatoes. Mrs. Berton: Waiter, the same for me, please. Mr. Berton: And what about your diet, dear? Mrs. Berton: Let's forget about it! Waiter: Anything to drink? Mr. Berton: A bottle of French red wine, two cups of strong coffee... Mrs. Berton: And orange juice, please! Mr. Berton: Of course! How could I forget! Waiter: Please, wait a moment. (The waiter goes out. In a few minutes he appears again with a tray with dishes). Here you are. Mrs. Berton: Seems and smells fantastic! Mr. Berton: Great! Waiter: Good appetite! Enjoy yourselves. What would you like for dessert? Mrs. Berton: Vanilla ice-cream mixed with bits of chocolate and pineapples, a nice slice of apple pie for me and ... (looks at her husband) absolutely nothing for my husband, I suppose. Mr. Berton: Good gracious! You're right, dear! Will you please bring me the bill, waiter? Waiter: Certainly, sir.
Mr. Berton: Yes. I phoned you yesterday evening. The name is Berton.
Waiter: Yes, sir. Are you alone? (Looking down the list before him). Oh, no, excuse me, the table for two.
Mr. Berton: My wife will be here fairly soon.
Waiter: Here you are, please. Would you like this table?
Mr. Berton: Oh, no. My wife is fond of sitting by the window and staring at the passers-by.
Waiter: This way, sir. It's the right place for your wife.
Mr. Berton: Well, thank you. It seems pretty... for my wife. Not for me, I mean. But the view is wonderful.
Mrs.Berton: Peter! (A middle-aged perfectly dressed woman is coming to Mr. Berton). I'm sorry, I'm late.
Mr. Berton: Better late than never.
Mrs. Berton: Please, don't grumble! I've just visited my hairdresser. Besides ladies have the right to be late. Gentlemen —never!
Mr. Berton: Yes, you're right. Do you like the place?
Mrs. Berton: Oh, I'm awfully pleased!
Waiter: Here's the menu. What would you like to start with, madam?
Mrs. Berton: Wait a minute. Er... It's funny enough, but I'm hungry as a bear. And the dishes in your menu look so appetizing... Well, I'd like to begin with baked mushrooms and melon.
Waiter: And you, sir?
Mr. Berton: As for me, I would like to begin with something more interesting. What can you say about your steaks?
Waiter: Oh, they're really delicious today! What vegetables would you like with the steaks? Fried tomatoes with spiced sour-cream, cauliflower or French beans?
Mr. Berton: So, two steaks with fried tomatoes. I prefer steaks well done. What else? A nice portion of roast potatoes.
Mrs. Berton: Waiter, the same for me, please.
Mr. Berton: And what about your diet, dear?
Mrs. Berton: Let's forget about it!
Waiter: Anything to drink?
Mr. Berton: A bottle of French red wine, two cups of strong coffee...
Mrs. Berton: And orange juice, please!
Mr. Berton: Of course! How could I forget!
Waiter: Please, wait a moment. (The waiter goes out. In a few minutes he appears again with a tray with dishes). Here you are.
Mrs. Berton: Seems and smells fantastic!
Mr. Berton: Great!
Waiter: Good appetite! Enjoy yourselves. What would you like for dessert?
Mrs. Berton: Vanilla ice-cream mixed with bits of chocolate and pineapples, a nice slice of apple pie for me and ... (looks at her husband) absolutely nothing for my husband, I suppose.
Mr. Berton: Good gracious! You're right, dear! Will you please bring me the bill, waiter?
Waiter: Certainly, sir.