Do you really have to go back to your country?
Yes,my three-year study here is all of my government's expense,I've got to go back.
Besides,my parents are looking forward to my return. I can't disappoint them.
You know that I love you very much. Can't you stay for me?
I love you too. But I have no choice. I also love my homeland and my parents.
I don't want to talk about this anymore. My head aches.
OK,let's go for a walk.
Mum, I'm ill in hospital.
Hospital? What's happened?
I've sprained my ankle by accident.
Which hospital are you in? I'll be right there.
Don't worry. The doctor says I'll be all right in a couple of weeks.
Tell me the name of the hopital and the room number quickly.
Please don't tell my father.
Your father won't blame you. He's standing here and he's worried very much.
W: What’s the matter with you?
W: But you look so pale and you are sweating.
M: I’m afraid to have an injection.
W: Come on. Be a man.
M: I know this faxing is good for my health. But it hurts.
W: Don’t be such a chicken.
I'm really can't stand my roommate anymore.
He is a nighthawk. His stereo often keeps me awake to midnight. And I'm usually awaked by a sudden noise.
Do you want to move out? Of course not.
Then stop complaining to me. It's useless. What you need to do is talk to him.
We haven't talked to each other over one month.
I'm not in a good mood.
Don't make fun of me.
No more excuses.
You are getting on my nerves.
You really make my blood boil.
You are going to be the death of me.
Get out of here!
I've run out of patience.
What's up? You sound a little down in the dumps?
I quarreled with my roommate last night. He is really stubborn!
Calm down. Shouting won't help.
He is really outrageous!
I went back home last night,you know,tired as a dog. So I took a quick shower and went to bed.
I couldn't fall asleep because Brown was there in the living room,playing his stupid stereo so loud.
I kindly told him to turn it down a little bit. He shouted at me.
What? He can't do this to you.
Well,he did it anyway. Then he came in my room and shot all the shit,blah,blah,blah...you know.
What did you do?
I shouted back,of course.
Hold it,Mike. You won't accomplish anything by hollering at him,right? You are all worked up now. Why not wait until you cool down a bit?
What would you do if you were in my shoes?
Just stay cool,you know. When you get back home tonight,tell him you didn't mean to quarrel with him.
No way,kid! I mean it's just not my fault.
I know. It wouldn't hurt much to say sorry first.
And after that,you can casually mention the problem. I'm sure he will cooperate.
I'm too angry to do that!