Question: Read the below conversation. M: Excuse me. How can I get to the Prince Street? W: Take Bus No. 13 and get off at Prince Street stop. M: Can you tell me where I can buy such kind of shirt? W: Oh, that's easy. There's a man's shop just around the corner. What would the listener say?
Answer: M: Thank you.

Question: Read the below conversation. M: I got two letters this morning with job offers, one from the Polytechnic, and the other from the Language School in Pistoia, Italy. W: So you are not sure which to go for? M: That's it. Of course, the conditions of work are very different: The Polytechnic is offering two-year contract which could be renewed, but the Language School is only offering a year's contract, and that's a definite minus. It could be renewed, but you never know. W: I see. So it's much less secure. But you don't need to think too much about steady jobs when you are only 23. M: That's true. W: What about the salaries? M: Well, the Pistoia job pays much better in the short term. I'll be getting the equivalent of about 22,000 pounds a year there, but only 20,000 pounds at the Polytechnic. But then the hours are different. At the Polytechnic I'd have to do 35 hours a week, 20 teaching and 15 administration, whereas the Pistoia school is only asking for 30 hours teaching. W: Mmm... M: Then the type of teaching is so different. The Polytechnic is all adults and mostly preparation for exams like the Cambridge certificates. The Language School wants me to do a bit of exam preparation, but also quite a lot of work in companies and factories, and a couple of children's classes. Oh, and a bit of literature teaching. W: Well, that sounds much more varied and interesting. And I'd imagine you'd be doing quite a lot of teaching outside the school, and moving around quite a bit. What would the listener say?
Answer: M: Yes, whereas with the Polytechnic position, I'd be stuck in the school all day.

Question: Read the below conversation. Dad: Hey. Uh, what are you doing home this weekend? I thought classes didn't end until next week. Daughter: Hi Dad. I love you. Dad: Ah, the three magic words: I NEED HELP! I've heard those before. Daughter: Uh, Well, we'd better sit down. Dad: Uh, this doesn't sound good. Daughter: Well, first of all ... hey, is that painting on the wall new? Dad: No, no, no, no, no. Let's get back to the conversation now. Daughter: Okay, first of all, I am failing all of my classes, I lost my job, I wrecked my car, I mean, your car last week. It's at the bottom of the lake ... I think, and the laptop I borrowed from you ... well, it was in the backseat of the car. That's all of the good news. Dad: Uh, wait ... Daughter: Dad. You're not saying anything ... Dad: Okay. Now, what's the bad news? Daughter: Well, I just found out that my old boyfriend was a member of a gang; he says that he and 20 of his friends are gonna come over here to talk to you about what you posted on their Facebook page. Dad: I don't even know how to use Facebook! Daughter: Well, you do now. I have to go. I'd rather not be here in about 20 minutes. Love you. Bye. What would the listener say?
Answer:
Dad: Ugh!!