nurse:
You still here?
Basil Fawlty:
Apparently...
nurse:
The doctor’s coming.
Basil Fawlty:
My God, a doctor? I mean, here in the hospital? Whatever can we do?
O’Reilly:
Well, let me tell you, if the good lord meant us to worry, he would given us things to worry about.
Basil Fawlty:
He has! My wife! She will be back here in four hours and she can kill a man at ten paces with one blow off her tongue. How am I supposed not to worry?
O’Reilly:
I’m tellin’ you, if the good lord...
Basil Fawlty:
...is mentioned once more, I shall move you closer to him!
Mr. Hamilton:
[American arriving in the hotel] What a drive, huh? Everything on the wrong side of the road, the weather... Whaddaya get for livin’ in a climate like this, green stamps? It’s terrible! Took five hours from London. Couldn’t find the freeway, had to take a little back street called the M5!
Basil Fawlty:
Well, I’m sorry if it wasn’t wide enough for you. A lot of the English cars have steering wheels.
Basil Fawlty:
Do you remember when we were first ’manacled’ together? We used to laugh quite a lot.
Sybil Fawlty:
Yes, but not at the same time, Basil.
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