What are you going to do this evening, Jill?
I am going to meet some friends, Dad.
You mustn't come home late, you must be home at half past ten.
I can't get home so early, dad.
Can I have the key to the front door, please?
No, you can't.
Jill is eighteen years old, Tom. She is not a baby.
Give her the key.
She always comes home early.
Oh, all right!
Here you are. But you mustn't come home after a quarter past eleven.
Do you hear?
Yes, dad.
Thank you, mum.
That's all right. Goodbye. Enjoy yourself!
We always enjoy ourselves, mum. Bye-bye.
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