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