Woman: Hello.

Man: Hi, Erin. Shall we go straight to the theatre or do you want to come in for a minute?

Woman: I'm happy to go straight to the theatre, but what about Debbie? Isn't she coming too?

Man: She is coming but she's stuck in traffic on the main road. She phoned about twenty minutes ago. She'll meet us in front of the theatre.

Woman: Oh, okay.

Woman: Where are the tickets? Have you got them? I once went to the theatre and left some tickets on the table. It was a disaster. I had to come back and get them, and I missed the first part of the show.

Man: Don't worry. They're right here in my pocket.

Woman: Are you sure?

Man: Yes, I'm sure. Come on. Let's go!

Woman: Anyway. Where is the theatre. I've never been there and I can't think where it is.

Man: It's in the city centre, but it's a bit hard to find because there's a bank right in front of it. It's a shame, because it's a nice old theatre. But it's hidden away behind this ugly bank.

Woman: Have you been there before?

Man: No, never. Debbie goes every summer to see a show, but I haven't been to the theatre for years and years. I think the last time I went to the theatre was when I was a child, about twenty years ago.

Woman: Oh, wow. That is a long time ago.