Noreen Richards (to Manuel): Now, I've reserved a very quiet room, with
a bath and a sea view. I specifically asked for a
sea view in my written confirmation, so please be
sure I have it.
Manuel: Que ?
Mrs. Richards: . . . What?
Manuel: . . . Que ?
Mrs. Richards: K?
Manuel: Si.
Mrs. Richards: C? (Manuel nods) KC? (Manuel looks puzzled) KC?
What are you trying to say?
Manuel: No, no -- Que --what?
Mrs. Richards: K--what?
Manuel: Si! Que --what?
Mrs. Richards: C. K. Watt?
Manuel: . . .Yes.
Mrs. Richards: Who is C. K. Watt?
Manuel: Que?
Mrs. Richards: Is it the manager, Mr. Watt?
Manuel: Oh, manager!
Mrs. Richards: He is.
Manuel: Ah . . . Mr. Fawlty.
Mrs. Richards: What?
Manuel: Fawlty.
Mrs. Richards: What are you talking about, you silly little man.
(turns to Polly, Mr. Thurston having gone) What is
going on here? I ask him for my room, and he tells
me the manager's a Mr. Watt and he's aged forty.
Manuel: No. No. Fawlty.
Mrs. Richards: Faulty? What's wrong with him?
(John Cleese
and
Connie Booth,
1979)