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Don't say anything to anyone about the horse.
I know that, you tell me this morning! |
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What have you got to say for yourself?
<< Basil launches into a long, but entirely mimed speech >> |
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Zoom! What was that? That was your life, mate! |
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Small... fly... Flying... Flying Tart... no, no... |
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Mum's the word [old boy]. |
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Hallo, Fawlty Towers.
Watt! |
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Ninety-two seven fifty I said and I'm not taking a penny less! |
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It's ten pounds short! |
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Can I explain? |
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I know nothing! |
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I'm going to give her the shirt off my back too. |
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Is she around?
Nope. I'll give it to her. |
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Polly, for the first time in my life I'm ahead. I'm winning! |
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Polly, give Mrs Richards this, would you? |
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What's that, Basil? |
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Fawlty, you *did* give me that money. You won it on that
horse! |
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Oh, I am sorry Mrs Richards. We must pay you back for it. |
