What time is your train? - At eight thirty.

Well hurry up! It's eight fifteen already.

Alright! Keep calm.

But David, you're late.

Don't shout. I can hear you.

Where are my shoes? - Here, with your briefcase.

Okay. I'm ready. - At last!

What time is it now? - It's twenty past eight.

Right. I'm off. Bye-bye love. - Good-bye!

It's now twenty-five past eight. David is at the station.

He has his paper under his arm.

His briefcase is on the platform and he is waiting for the eight-thirty train.

"It's never on time", he says impatiently.

What time is it? Hurry up. - I'm off.