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Mrs Richards: 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 make sure I have it.

Manuel: Que?

Mrs Richards: What?

Manuel: Que?

Mrs Richards: Que?

Manuel: Si

Mrs Richards: C? K.C?, K.C? What are you trying to say?

Manuel: No no, Que What

Mrs Richards: K Watt?

Manuel: Si, Que - What

Mrs Richards: C K Watt?

Manuel: Yes!

Mrs Richards: Who is C K Watt?

Manuel: Que?

Mrs Richards: Is he the manager, Mr Watt?

Manuel: Ah, Manager!

Mrs Richards: He is?

Manuel: Ah, Mr Fawlty!

Mrs Richards: What?

Manuel: Mr Fawlty

Mrs Richards: What are you talking about, you silly little man?

Mrs Richards to Polly: What's going on here? I asked him for my room, and he tells me the manager is a Mr Watt, age forty.

Manuel: No no, "Faaawlty"

Mrs Richards: Faulty? What's wrong with him?

[Stosh]

A wonderful bit, thanks for posting it; but while reading it I couldn’t help but hear Jules from “Pulp Fiction”: “Say ‘what’ again - say ‘what’ again - I dare you . . .”