Taipei:

M:	Qíngwèn, zhè fùjìn you gōngyòng diànhuà ma?	May I ask, is there a public telephone in the area?

F1:	Zhèige gongsī ménkǒu jiù you.	There’s one at the doorway of this company.

M:	Òu, jiù zài zhèli. ... Duìbuqǐ, wǒ xiǎng gěi wǒde péngyou Wáng Dànián dǎ diànhuà, kěshi wǒ wàngle dài tāde diànhuà hàomar.	Oh, it’s right here. Excuse me, I want to call may friend Wang Danian, but I forgot to bring his telephone number with me.

F1:	Gōngyòng diànhuà nàli yǒu diànhuàbù.	The public telephone has telephone book.

M:	Wǒ bú huì chá Zhōngguo diànhuàbù. Qing ni tì wǒ cháyicha, hāo bu hao?	I don’t know how to look things up in a Chinese phone book. Please look it up for me, all right?

F1:	Hǎo.	Okay.

(After the young lady finds the number, he dials it. A servant picks up the phone.)

F2:	Wài, Wǎng gōngguǎn.	Hello, the Wáng residence.

M:	Qǐng Wáng Dànián, Wáng Xiānsheng shuō huà.	I'd like to speak with Mr. Wáng, Mr. Wáng Danian.

(He hears the servant say...)

F2:	Xiānsheng, yǒu nǐde diànhuà.	There's a call for you, Sir.