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| I LOVE IT! YOU SHOULD LOVE IT! THE WHOLE WORLD SHOULD LOVE IT! Give it a chance com'on :~ The Builders [Manuel is posing for Polly] Manuel: Oh, Polly, finish, I tired. Polly: Oh, that's wonderful, Manuel - just hold it a second. Manuel: Que? Polly: Quiero ascender para dormir. �? Manuel: No, no, you must speak me English. Is good, I learn. Polly: I want to go upstairs in a moment. Manuel: Que? Polly: I ... go upstairs ... Manuel: Si. Is easy. Polly: For a little sleep. Manuel: Is difficult. Polly: For siesta Manuel: Siesta - little sleep? Polly: Yes. Manuel: Same in Spanish. [Sybil hits Mr O'Reilly with her umbrella.] Sybil: O'Reilly, I have seen more intelligent creatures than you lying on their backs at the bottoms of ponds. I have seen better organized creatures than you running round farmyards with their heads cut off. Now collect your things and get out. I never want to see you or any of your men in my hotel again. The Wedding Party [Sybil laughs.] Basil: Always reminds me of somebody machine-gunning a seal. Major: The heat? Basil: No, no. My wife's laugh. The Hotel Inspectors [Basil and Sybil in the office] Sybil: Don't shout at me. I've had a difficult morning. Basil: Oh dear, what happened? Did you get entangled in the eiderdown again? Not enough cream in your eclair? Hmm? Or did you have to talk to all your friends for so long that you didn't have time to perm your ears? Gourmet Night [Ronald, a young boy, complains about the fries.] Ronald: They're the wrong shape. Basil: Oh dear. What shape do you usually have? Mickey Mouse shape? Smarties shape? Amphibious landing craft shape? Poke in the eye shape? Waldorf Salad [Basil is dealing with Mr Hamilton in the dining room.] Mr Hamilton: Could you make me a Waldorf Salad? Basil: Oh, ... ah, ... wa? Mr Hamilton: Waldorf Salad? Basil: I think we are just out of Waldorfs. |
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