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May I congratulate you on your choice. |
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<< he tastes the wine >> |
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Spoons, eh? |
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Is that better, Mr Hutchison? |
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You're a waste of space! |
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<< Basil laughs genially at the other guests and places a hand
across Hutchison's mouth >> |
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Basil, you do *not* faint from getting a bit of cheese stuck. |
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No, I'd prefer to come in here and discuss it. |
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Well, sort of pithy, I suppose.
Oh really... Well here's the punch line |
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It's taken us twelve years to build this place up. If you put
this in the book we're finished. |
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Twenty-six rooms, twelve with private bathrooms. |
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Mr Fawlty want to say adios. |
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Now go away. |
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<< he turns expansively and kisses Manuel >> |
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Good afternoon, and what can I do for you three gentlemen?
Aaaaarrgghh! |
