ABSTRACT
Dave. VICKI: Hi, Dave. How’s things? DAVE: Not bad, thanks. Listen, I don’t suppose Nigel’s there,
is he? VICKI: No – but I’m expecting him round later on. DAVE: OK – could you get him to ring me back? VICKI: Of course. Can you give me your number? DAVE: I think he’s got it, but let me give you it now just in
case. VICKI: Hang on – let me get a pen . . . OK. DAVE: Six-seven-nine-oh-four-oh-four. Got that? VICKI: Got it!
