Must be one of those unanswerable questions.
Please tell us it isn't the Magic Drag Queen.
Sybille.
I thought she was already married to Basil.
I thought it was a role for Sally Fields in a made for TV movie.
Best. TV. show. ever.
I speak English very well. I learned it from a penpal. :-)
The Germans!
Don't mention the war!
I'd like an order of Eva Prawns, please...
Waldorf Salad!
Don't mind him, he's from Barcelona.
If the good Lord--
Is mentioned one more time I will bring you closer to him!
There is too much butter on those trays.
Who´s from Barca?
Manuel
No, no, no: uno, dos, tres.
Sybil's laugh sounds like somebody machine-gunning a seal.
We've been to a wedding.
Coming my little piranha fish.
Basil the rat.
If you bother me again I shall visit you in the small hours of the night
and put a bat up your nightdress.
Manuel!
Next contestant; Mrs. Sybil Fawlty from Torquay. Specialist subject-the
bleeding obvious.
Where's the real boss?
In Madrid!
Because they're the wrong *shape*.
Oh, my! What shape do you prefer? Mickey Mouse shape? Smarties shape?
Amphibious landing-craft shape? Poke-in-the-eye shape?
DON'T THINK ME RUDE, BUT DO YOU BY CHANCE HAVE A HEARING AID?
Look, we've been waiting here for about half an hour now, I mean I gave
the waiter our order...
Oh, *him*. He's hopeless, isn't he?
I know nothing about a horse!
Why don't you have another vat of wine, dear?
What a horrible dream!
Basil doesn't bet on the horses anymore, do you?
No, that particular avenue of pleasure has been closed off.
And we don't want it opened up again, do we?
No, you don't dear.
I've been trying to get through to the speaking clock... Well, it's
engaged... Well, it's been engaged for ten minutes. How is this
possible? My wife isn't talking to it.
Do you remember when we were first *manacled* together? We used to laugh
quite a lot.
Yes, but not at the same time, Basil.
Hello?... Ah, yes Mr O'Reilly, well it's perfectly simple. When I asked
you to build me a wall I was rather hoping that instead of just dumping
the bricks in a pile you might have found time to cement them
together... you know, one on top of another, in the traditional fashion.
We have a Spanish porter at the moment, he's from Barcelona. It'd be
quicker to train an *ape*!
Don't be alarmed, it's only my wife laughing.
Stupidissimo! Continental cretin!
I asked for a room with a view.
That is Torquay, ma'am.
That is not good enough.
Well, may I ask what you were expecting to see out of a Torquay hotel
bedroom window? Sydney Opera House, perhaps? The Hanging Gardens of
Babylon? Herds of wildebeasts swinging majestically...
ARSE I have to put up with from you people. You ponce in here expecting
to be waited on hand and foot, while I'm trying to run a hotel here.
Have you any idea of how much there is to do? Do you ever think of that?
Of course not, you're all too busy sticking your noses into every
corner, poking around for things to complain about, aren't you? Well let
me tell you something - this is exactly how Nazi Germany started. A lot
of layabouts with nothing better to do than to cause trouble. Well I've
had fifteen years of pandering to the likes of you, and I've had enough.
I've had it. Come on, pack your bags and get out.
I say to man in shop "Is rat." He say "No, no, no. Is a special kind
of hamster. Is filigree Siberian hamster." Only one in shop. He make
special price: only five pound.
Have you ever heard of the bubonic plague, Manuel? It was very popular
here at one time. A lot of pedigree hamsters came over on ships from
Siberia.
Right, well I'll go and have a lie down then. No I won't; I'll go and
hit some guests.
Ohh, he hit me on the head.
No! You hit him on the head. You naughty moose.
Manuel will show you to your rooms - if you're lucky.
Next contestant, Mrs. Sybil Fawlty from Torquay. Specialist subject -
the bleeding obvious.
Stupidissimo! Continental cretin!
I am from Barcelona!
And don't do anything *we* wouldn't do!
Oh, just a little breathing, surely.
Oh, and Basil, one more thing: If you're going to grope a girl, have the
gallantry to stay in the room with her while you're doing it.
So this Finnish floozy is your karate teacher is she?
Well. It's a sort of karate isn't it?
Where are the pens?
They're in that box. It says "pens" quite clearly.
Looks more like "Ben's."
Well when Ben comes, you can give it to him.
Can we get you something else Mr. Hutchinson? A tea cozy for your pepper
pot perhaps?
You could have had both of them finished by now if you hadn't spent the
whole morning in there skulking and listening to that racket.
"Racket?" That's *Brahms*! Brahms's third racket!
Polly, what's that smell?
Flowers, I just got them from the garden.
Well, what are you stinking the place up with those for? What's happened
to the plastic ones?
Being ironed.
P. Off.
I beg your pardon?
P. off! not B. off. Whoever heard of a Bost office?
What a silly bunt
I saw your advert in the bolour supplement.
Fat German businessmen forming pyramids and frightening the children
BURMA!
Would you like to buy an argument?
Aah, how about Cheddar?
Well, we don't get much call for it around here, sir.
How Not to Be Seen
Wonderful spam
Anne Elk
No one is to stone anyone until I blow this whistle!
I'm going to attack you with a banana!
that's yellaw
Have you got anything without spam, then?
Exactly how are you going to attack him with a banana? <g>
Better yet, what would he do if I came at him with a handful of
loganberries?
Like *this*!
And then he'd release the Bengal Tiger!
Get a bowl?
Oh Goi! Why?