Zorro, the Gay Blade1981

Charlotte Taylor Wilson:
Could you tell me where I might find a decent inn?

Don Diego:
An inn?! With all your talk about the people, I see you like decent inns! And you wear expensive clothes, not the rags. And you smell of the sultry perfumes, not the… ship oil.

Charlotte Taylor Wilson:
Ship oil? [pauses in puzzlement] You mean the oil from boats?

Don Diego:
No, ship oil, from the ships in the field.

Charlotte Taylor Wilson:
[slowly] What ships… in the field?

Don Diego:
Jou have never heard of the ships in the field? The little, uh… baa-baa-baas?

Charlotte Taylor Wilson:
Oh, you mean "sheep"!

Don Diego:
Jes, that is what I said.

Charlotte Taylor Wilson:
No, you said "ship"! Forgive me, but you have a very pronounced accent.

Don Diego:
Jou're trying to change the subject from the fact that jou are actually… very wealthy.

Charlotte Taylor Wilson:
I am not… very wealthy!

Don Diego:
After all, what poor woman can afford three names? Answer me that if you can, Señorita [counting off on his fingers] Charlotte… Taylor… Wilson.