"enjoy the show! Come on." "Is it so difficult for you to start?" "It's so basic." "If you don't go, there's little point in having you." "Just pull yourself together, all right?" "Make an effort." " Now, look." " Mr. Fawlty." "Mr. Fawlty, Mr. Fawlty." "Uh, telephone." " What?" " Telephone." "Telephone." "Where's Sybil?" "?" "Qué?" "Where's Sy-bil?" "Uh..." ""Where's... the bill?"" "No, no, no." "Not the bill," "I own the place, I don't pay bills." "Where's my wife?" "She not here." "She is there!" "Oh, never mind." "Never mind." "Right, leave it to me, I'll do it." "I'll mend the car, I'll answer the telephone." "Then you can chain me up, and I'll wash the windows." " In here, in here." " Yes, I know!" " This way." " Yes, yes!" "I know it's this way." "I own the place." "Hello, Fawlty Towers." "Oh, Andre!" "Thank you for calling." "Kurt's marvelous." "We're absolutely delighted with him." "Really, Andre, he's wonderful!" "This, Basil's wife..." "This, Basil..." "This, smack on head." "Just one moment, Andre." " Basil?" " Yes, dear?" "Have you taken the car in yet?" "Yes, I'm dealing with it, dear." "You're not trying to do it yourself?" "Oh, have you seen this mark, dear?" "Did you hear what I said?" "Yes, I did." "Bit of a scratch." "Take it into the garage." "Yes, just having a look at it, dear." "Sorry, Andre." "Where was I?" "Yes, he's the best chef we've ever had." "We can't thank you enough for finding him for us." "Look, can you come have dinner on Sunday?" "There's something we want to ask your advice about." "Okay, lovely." "See you then, then." "Hello, Polly." "Will you come and have a drink, Mrs. Fawlty?" "I've just sold a sketch." "Really?" "I'd love to." " Hello." " Hello." "Kurt, Andre can come on Sunday." "I thought you were taking the car in?" " Are you at those again?" " Just took one, dear." "You've had enough of those, Basil." "Will you deal with the car, please?" " Good, Mr. Fawlty?" " Superb, Kurt." " For you, Mr. Fawlty?" " Thank you, Polly." "Are you going to do the car?" "In a moment, my little piranha fish." " What's this for?" " I've just sold a sketch." "What, for money?" "I bought it, Mr. Fawlty." "She's very talented." "Oh, no, Polly." "I won't." " Oh, come on." " No, thank you." "I brought it to thank you." " No, honestly." " Don't you like it?" "Too much, but not when I'm working." "You drink it for me, Manuel." " Well, cheerio!" " Cheerio, Basil." "Well, that smelled nice." "Here it is, Mr. Fawlty." "She's really got something, you know." " Really?" " Worth 50p, anyway." "Yes, do you win a bun if you guess what it is, or something?" " It's Manuel." " What?" "!" " It's me." " Where?" "!" "Manuel is my friend." "We're good friends, eh?" "Oh, sí." "Yes." "Very modern, very socialist." "Something to remember him by, when he goes." "You still here, Basil?" "No, I went a couple of minutes ago, dear." "But I expect I'll be back shortly." "Oh, no, no, Manuel!" "Look!" "Like this." "Oh, I like that." "Will you do me one?" "Really?" "Of Manuel?" "Yes." "Look nice on Basil's bedside table." "Two in a day." "That's as many as Van Gogh sold in a lifetime." "But he didn't have Manuel as a model, eh?" "Mm, this is wonderful." "I told you, he's one of the best." "He's almost as good as you, Andre." "He's absolutely divine, Basil." "Go on, have a bit." "Mm. 'Tis good, isn't it?" "Oh, listen to him." "The only place I've ever seen him eat is your restaurant, Andre." "Now he's stuffing it away like a hamster." "Really, Sybil." "We're going to buy him a great big wheel to run around in when he's got a moment, or he'll get like a big bad-tempered tomato." "I believe we were discussing the gourmet evening, dear." "Do you know, Andre... he burst his zipper this morning." "Oh!" "What's the matter, darling?" "You're embarrassing Andre!" "No, I'm embarrassing you." "Look at that!" "I'd better go have a word with the guests." "Why don't you have another vat of wine, dear?" "Good evening, Major." "Enjoying your soup?" "Tasted a bit off to me, Fawlty." "It's made with fresh mushrooms, Major." "Ah!" "That would explain it." "Good evening." "Everything to your satisfaction?" " Yes, thank..." " Well, uh..." " I don't like the chips." " Sorry?" "The chips are awful." "Oh, dear." "What's wrong with them then?" "They're the wrong shape, and they're just awful." "He gets everything cooked the way he likes it at home." "Ah, does he?" "Yes, and it's better than this pig's garbage." "Now, Ronald!" "These eggs look like you laid them." "Ronald!" "N-now, l-look here, old chap." "Shut up!" "Leave him alone!" "He's very clever, rather highly strung." "Yes, yes, he should be." "Haven't you any proper chips?" "These are proper french fried potatoes." "The chef is continental." "Couldn't you get an English one?" "Why don't you eat one or two, dear?" "They're the wrong shape." "What shape do you usually have?" "Mickey Mouse shape?" "Smarties shape?" "Amphibious landing craft shape?" "Poke in the eye shape?" " God, you're dumb." " Oh, now!" "Is there something we can get you instead, Sonny?" "I'd like some bread and salad cream." "To eat?" "Well, there's the bread, and there's the mayonnaise." "I said, "Salad cream", stupid." "We don't have any salad cream." "The chef made this freshly this morning." "What a dump." "This is very good." "He likes salad cream." "That's puke, that is." "At least, it's fresh puke." " Oh, dear!" " Well, he said it." "May I ask why you don't have proper salad cream?" "Most restaurants..." "Well, the chef usually buys it only on special occasions, you know, gourmet nights, and so on." "But when he's got a bottle, ah!" "He's a genius with it." "He can unscrew the cap like Robert Carrier." "It's a treat to watch." "And then..." "Right on the plate!" "Never on the walls!" "Magic!" "Mind you, he's a wizard with the tin opener, too." "He's got a Pulitzer Prize for that." "He can have the stuff in the saucepan before you can say, "Haute cuisine"." "You name it, he'll heat it up and scrape it off the pan for you." "Skill like that isn't picked up overnight." "Still, I'll tell him to get some salad cream." "You never know when Henry Kissinger is going to drop in, do you?" " Ow!" " Oh, sorry!" "N-n-nice man." "No, no, seriously." "I think it's a very good idea." " You do, really?" " I promise you." "People around here are getting more and more keen on good food." "Well, so much for tonight's guests." "Ignorant rabble." "There's always a few, Mr. Fawlty." "Not on gourmet night, there won't be." " None of these proles." " Basil!" "Well!" "Andre thinks Thursday nights would be best." " Thursdays?" " Mm-hmm." "I think so." "And on all the other nights we'll just have a big trough of baked beans and garnish it with a couple of dead dogs." "That's settled then." "Good." "I'm very pleased for Kurt, too." "It'll be good for him to have something special to do." "I'd like to have a word with him, do you mind?" "Of course not." "I'll get the menus printed on Monday." "Polly can do the menus." " No, she can't." " Yes, she can." " No, she can't." " Yes, she can." " No, she can't." " Yes, she can." "Yes, she can!" "You can write the advertisement in the echo." "Only, don't make it too toffee-nosed, Basil." "We don't want to put people off." "I just want to keep the riffraff away, dear." "Well, good luck, my friend." "It's good to have you down here." "Thank you for..." " Well, you know." " Don't mention it." "Nice to have met you, Manuel." "He's my friend." "One night I cook you both paella." "Okay." "And Kurt... hmm!" "You don't trust me?" "Ciao." "Manuel, together you and I make" "Fawlty Towers famous for its cooking." "?" "Qué?" "Excellent, tip-top, famoso!" "Oh, you're are so cute." " Manuel." " Oh!" "Get a clean one." "Is clean now." "Is dirty now." "Do you like the menu, Mr. Fawlty?" "No, I don't." " Oh, good." " What?" "Thank you." "Thank you so much." "Give it to me." "Give it to me." "Thank you." "Well, Basil, guess who just called to cancel at 12 minutes past 7:00." " Who?" " The Coosters." "What, all four?" "Marvelous, isn't it?" "Ach!" "What did they say?" "One of them's ill." "Well, let's hope it's nothing trivial." "Do you realize there are four people at our grand opening dinner?" " Never mind." " Never mind?" "There's four people, Basil." "Shall we feed them in the kitchen?" "But think who those four are." "Colonel and Mrs. Hall, both JPS;" "and Lionel Twitchen, one of Torquay's leading Rotarians." "That'll put us on the map." "He's this year's treasurer, dear." "I should have never let you write that advert." "Fancy putting, "No Riffraff"." "When you're presenting haute cuisine, you don't want the working class sticking its nose in it." "Everything all right?" "Where's Kurt?" "He and Manuel are getting the wine from the cellar." "Ah, this is what it's all about." "You two!" "You're supposed to be in your rooms!" "You're not allowed down here tonight." "Remember?" "Ooh, doesn't it look pretty?" "What are you cooking?" "I'll send you up a menu with your bread and cheese." "Now get out!" "Basil, they're here." " What?" " The Halls are here." " Go to your rooms!" " The Halls!" "Mr. Fawlty!" "Mr. Fawlty!" "I very upset!" "Not now, Manuel." "Later!" "Well, when I went for my jog this morning," "I thought it was going to be pretty warm." "But in the event, of course, it turned out to be... pretty cool, really." "Uh, then it began to cloud up this afternoon... quite contrary to the weather forecast, naturally." "And I shouldn't be a bit surprised if we get a spot of rain tonight." "Still, it's been a lovely summer, hasn't it?" " Oh, yes." " Ah, colonel!" "How delightful to see you again." "Sorry?" "How delightful to see you again." "We met last year at the golf club dinner dance, you may remember." "No, I don't." "Ah, fine, we didn't talk for long." "Just good evening, really, you know." "A blink of the eye and you would've missed it." "As indeed you did..." "Quite understandably." "Sorry?" "What?" "Hmm?" "Well, uh..." "How's that lovely daughter of yours?" "She's dead." "I like your suit..." "isn't that super, the way those stripes go up and down?" "It's really super!" "How much did that cost then?" "Who are you?" "!" "I mean, I don't know your name!" "What is it?" " What?" " My name." "Oh, this is my husband, Basil Fawlty." " That's it!" " What?" " How do you do?" " How do you do?" "And may I introduce my wife?" "She just introduced you." "Oh, what a coincidence." "Yes." "Well, I don't believe you know my wife." "Dead?" "Yes." "May I introduce Mrs. Hall?" "Oh, sorry!" "Didn't see you down there." "Don't get up." "What would you like to drink," "Mrs. Small... hall!" "Yes, a short, or, or..." "Sherry!" "How about a Sherry?" "A Sherry, lovely." "Oh, good." "Large, or... or... or not quite so large?" "Two, small and dry." "Oh, I wouldn't say that." "What?" "I don't know." "Two small, dry sherries." "Oh, I see what you mean." "I'm sorry!" "Ah, Mr. And Mrs. Twitchen, good evening." "Welcome to Fawlty Towers." "Good evening." "How very au fait of you to come to our little culinary soiree this evening." "Only too glad to support something new in Torquay." "Such an unusual idea." "I do hope it works out." "Well, we have our hopes." " Mr. Fawlty?" " Ah, Polly!" "Would you take Mrs. Twitchen's coat, please?" " Yes, of course." " Thank you so much." "Now, would you care to..." " Mr. Fawlty?" " Yes?" "Can I have a word with you?" "Uh, yes." "Oh, this is Polly." "She will be serving you later this evening." " Uh..." " Well?" "It's Kurt." "Yes?" "He's potted... the shrimps." "What?" "He's potted the shrimps." ""Shrimps"?" "We're not having shrimps tonight, Polly." "Now..." "He's sauced!" "...the herrings." "What are you talking about?" "He's pickled the onions, and he's smashed the eggs in his cups under the table." "Excuse me." "Have you been drinking?" " No, not me!" " Will you behave yourself!" "I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting." "Uh, would you care for a..." "Will you stop that?" "!" "Please pull yourself together!" "Now may I offer you a little aperitif before..." "Sorry, a bit of cotton." "May I offer you a little aperitif while you make up your mind what you'd like for dinner?" "That's very kind of you." "Lotte?" "A tomato juice, please." "Mr. Twitchen?" "Tomato juice for me, thank you." "Ah, good!" "Oh, Colonel." "Colonel and Mrs. Hall... may I introduce Mr. And Mrs... ." "Tw..." "Have you met?" "No, no, we haven't." " Have you?" " No." "Oh, good." "What would you like to drink then?" " What?" " To drink." "I didn't catch the name." "Oh, you didn't it catch it." "What a rotten bit of luck." " Well?" " Fine, thank you." "And you?" "No, no, we still don't know the name." "Oh, Fawlty, Basil Fawlty." "No, no, theirs!" "Oh, theirs!" "So sorry!" "I thought meant yours!" "My, it's nice and warm, isn't it?" "I could do with a drink, too." "So, another Sherry?" "Well, aren't you going to introduce us?" " Didn't I?" " No!" "Oh." "This is Mr. And Mrs... ." "What?" "Uh, Mister... and Missus..." "Sorry, I fainted." "Well, I feel better now." "I'll just get all your tomato juices." "Twychen, actually." "Hall." "Would you care to join us?" "Thank you so much." " Here we are." " Thank you, sir." "Would you like to see the menu?" "Yes, what is it?" "Please, put the bottle down." " What do you want?" " Please put the bottle down!" "What is it?" "!" "Kurt is drunk." "Sorry!" "Sorry." ""Drunk"?" "Almost unconscious." "Right." "Sorry!" "Sorry!" "How?" "I don't know." "It happened so quickly." " He had a row with Manuel." " Manuel?" "He's got a crush on him." " A what?" "!" " A crush." "You know, in love." "Sorry." "Um, would you excuse me for a moment?" "I won't be one moment." "I knew it!" "I should have never hired a Frenchman." "He's Greek, Mr. Fawlty." "Well, that's even worse." "I mean, they invented it." "Right!" "Give that to me, Kurt." "Give me that bottle." "No, go away!" "Leave me alone." "Come on." "Give it to me." "Manuel!" "Come on, Kurt." "Manuel!" "He doesn't love me!" "Well, you have to give these things time." "I want Manuel!" "I'm sure we can arrange something." "Now can I have the bottle?" " He's so sweet." " Yes, he is sweet." "He's wonderful!" "Yes!" "I know!" "Damn you!" "Kurt?" "Come on." "Come on!" "Get some black coffee, quick!" "He can't drink it." "He's out." "No, he isn't." "He's only drank half a bottle!" "Come on, come on, Kurt!" "Come on!" "Come on, Kurt!" "Come on." "Now listen to me, Kurty!" "I come in now, but no cuddle." "You hear me?" "!" "Look at what you've done." " Dead?" " To the world." "He's only drunk, Manuel." " This is your fault!" " Qué?" "You only had to be civil to him." " Civil?" " Nice!" "You no understand." "Is not enough." "He want to kiss me." "Oh, what's one little..." "Mr. Fawlty!" "Call Andre." "He can do the cooking." "He's open tonight!" "He's open on a Thursday, you cloth-eared bint!" "But he can do it there." "You can pick it up in the car." "Brilliant!" "Right!" "I can't resist lobster." "No." "Tournedos for me every time." "Would you care for another drink?" "No, I don't think we will." "We're nearly ready to order." "I'll be back in a moment." "So, you can't do the lobster?" "Right, right, I see, but, Andre, the tournedos..." "Yes, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." " Basil!" " Shh!" "Shh!" "Yes, of course I want the duck." "That's marvelous, but can you do one or two sauces?" "Wonderful!" "That's it!" "Thank you, Andre!" "Why are you talking to Andre?" "What is it?" "What is it?" "They're ready to order, Basil." " Stall them." " What?" "Stall them, you stupid woman!" "Tell them some lie." " What's happening?" " Shh!" "Will you just tell me what you're doing?" "We've got to change the menu." "Why?" "Why?" " Why?" " Listen, he's out there!" "He's flat out!" "So, Andre's..." "Who is?" " What?" "!" " Who is "out"?" "Kurt!" "Who did you think, Henry Kissinger?" " What do you mean out?" " He's drunk!" " Drunk?" " Drunk!" "Soused, potted, inebriated, got it?" "!" " I don't believe it." " Neither do I." "Perhaps it's a dream." "No, it's not a dream." "We're stuck with it." "Right!" "Andre's doing the cooking, I'll collect it in the car." "What's he cooking?" "Duck!" " Duck?" " Duck!" " Duck?" " You know, duck." "I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting." "Well, we'd like to order now." "Uh, yes, quite." "My wife would like the lobster as her main..." "Yes, excuse me... there is one small thing." "I'm afraid you were given the wrong menus." "Uh, this is tonight's menu." "What?" "Uh, yes, I'm afraid the chef changed his mind, and forgot to tell us." "He's like that." "Brilliant, but temperamental." " He's changed everything." " I'm afraid so." "It wasn't good enough, so he just chucked it away." "He's such a perfectionist." " The lobster?" " Lobster, tournedos, you name it, it's in the bin." "How extraordinary." "Lucky old bin, I say." "This is your new menu." "Duck with orange." "Duck with cherries." "Duck surprise?" "What's duck surprise?" "Uh, that's duck without orange or cherries." "Is this all there is?" "Duck?" "Um, yes." "Done, of course, the three extremely different ways." "And what do you do if you don't like duck?" "If you don't like duck..." "Uh, you're rather stuck." "Well, fortunately, I love it!" "Oh, good, so that's four ducks, is it?" "You were right." "Now, he's getting this duck from Andre." "Yes, but I don't know what vegetables he's put on." "Three salmon mousses, Polly." "And one mullet with mustard sauce for Mrs. Hall." "Where's the mullet?" "There!" "Oh, right." "What are you doing about vegetables, Basil?" "Same as the other menu, dear." " Andre's not doing any?" " No, no!" "You and Polly!" " Um, mustard sauce!" " Mustard sauce, here." "When I'm out in the car, you get them ready, right?" " Right." " Ready, Polly?" "Ready." " Manuel?" " Sí?" "Two of those for table nine, and one of those, and that one's for table four." "Come on!" "Sí." " Ah." " There you are." " There you go." " No, the other way around." " ?" "Qué?" " The other way around." "Oh." "Please!" "No, no, no!" "The plates!" "Change the plates." "Oh, is dirty." "I change." "Come here!" "Change the plates." ""Change the plates."" "Pardon." "Sí, I tell them." "Sorry." "Sorry." "Is wrong." "Ow!" "I'm so sorry, he's from Barcelona." "Do forgive me." "I don't know what he sees in you!" "Do you think we could have a drink, dear?" "May I see the wine list, please, Fawlty?" "Certainly, Major..." "Colonel!" "Everything all right?" "Yes, I expect so." "Oh, good." "Mrs. Twitchen?" "Yes, it's fine, Mr. Fawlty." "Good." "Good." "He's got it in his hair." "How is it, dear?" "Rather good, surprisingly." "Well, there's the wine list." "Thank you very much." "What is it, petal?" "What's the matter?" "Is everything all right?" "Oh, I think I'm gonna be sick!" "It is an unusual taste, isn't it?" "It's not cooked, you ignoramus!" "What are you trying to do to us, Fawlty?" "Do you mean that's raw?" "Oh, would you prefer a cooked one?" "Of course she'd prefer a cooked one!" "I'll get you a cooked one then." "It'll be even nicer!" "No!" "No!" "This is raw!" "This mullet is raw!" "What do we do to it?" "Kurt!" "Kurt!" "Kurt, listen... what do we do with this, hmm?" "Do we grill it?" "If we grill it, just go, "uh"." "All right, do we fry it?" "Just go, "uh"." "Going well, isn't it?" "Basil, will you just get out?" "Right!" " Wine!" " What?" "The colonel wants some wine." "No, you go, Polly." "He won't hit a woman." "Have you, uh..." "Have you chosen yet, major?" "Colonel!" "Have you chosen your wine?" "Oh, yes." "Chablis, please." "Thank you." " Waitress?" " Yes." "There's a hair in my mousse." "Well, don't talk too loud." "Everybody will want one." "What?" "!" "Sorry." "Oh, get out of the way." "Get out." "I'm so sorry about that." "The mullet's on its way." " Andre." " Ah, Monsieur Fawlty." "There you are, a beautiful duck for you." "It should be, mmm, delicious." "Top!" "He's always asleep." "There you are." "Don't forget the sauces." " There." " Thank you." " All right." " Oh, marvelous." "I hope it all goes very well for you." "Good luck." "Come on!" "What, no good?" "No, it's very good." "Oh." "Here it is, Polly." "Right, I'll carve it on the trolley." "And... well done." "Well done, everybody." "Ah, Manuel, get the trolley ready." "Right, right, let's go." "Basil!" "Aah!" "Look what you've done, you stupid great tart!" "Wait a minute." "I think it'll be all right." "Yes." "Yes, you're right!" "Look!" "Look at it!" "I mean, look at that!" "Can I help, dear?" "Yes!" "Go and kill yourself!" "No, talk to Andre first!" "Tell him we need another one!" " Oh, go talk to them..." " What?" "Entertain them, or something." "Andre, it's Sybil Fawlty." "Well, I'm afraid it got trodden on." "Sorry, so wrong." "I try again." "Andre!" "Where is it?" "Don't worry." "It's all under control." " Isn't it beautiful?" " Fantastic." "Okay." " Wait a minute!" " What?" "You must have both..." " More sauces" " I don't need..." "Sorry, I don't need them." "That's all right." "You're all right?" "Come on!" "Olé!" "I'm just a girl who can't say no" "I'm in a terrible fix..." "Come..." "Come on!" "Start!" "Start, you vicious bastard!" "Come on!" "Oh, my God!" "I'm warning you!" "If you don't start..." "I'll count to three." "One... two... three... right!" "That's it!" "I've had enough!" "You stalled just once too often!" "Right!" "Well, don't say I haven't warned you!" "I've laid it on the line to you time and time again!" "Right!" "Well, this is it!" "I'm gonna give you a damn good thrashing!" "...can't be prissy and quaint" "How can I be what I ain't?" "I can't say no-oo..." "Is wonderful!" "Hey-hey!" " Very... very good." " Thank you." "Any sign of the duck?" "Oh, it's just coming." "So, Uncle ted comes in with his crate of brown ale and mother says," ""Oh, Ted, look who's here."" "And he says..." " Okay, Polly!" " Okay!" " Got the sauces?" " Got them." "Right!" "Ah." "Ladies and gentlemen... so sorry to have kept you waiting." "Well, uh... who's for trifle?" "What?" "!" "Trifle for you, Mrs. Hall?" "What about the duck, Fawlty?" "Duck's off, sorry." "sync  corrections by Lorenzo."