Fawlty Towers1975

Basil Fawlty:
[overseeing dinner service, he approaches a table where the Heaths are eating] Good evening. Everything to your satisfaction?

Mr. Heath:
Oh...

Mrs. Hall:
Well, uh...

Master Heath:
[cutting in] I don't like the chips.

Basil Fawlty:
Sorry.

Master Heath:
The chips are awful.

Basil Fawlty:
Oh, dear. What's, uh, what's wrong with them, then?

Master Heath:
They're the wrong shape and they're just awful.

Mrs. Hall:
I'm afraid he gets everything cooked the way he likes it at home.

Basil Fawlty:
Ah, does he, does he?

Master Heath:
Yes, I do, and it's better than this pig's garbage.

Mrs. Hall:
Now, Ronald!

Master Heath:
[to Basil] These eggs look like YOU laid them.

Mrs. Hall:
Ronald!

Mr. Heath:
[to Ronald] Now look-look-look here, old chap...

Mrs. Hall:
[severely to Mr. Heath] Shut up! Leave him alone!

Mrs. Hall:
[sweetly to Basil] He's very clever... rather highly strung.

Basil Fawlty:
[forcing himself to smile] Yes... Yes, he should be.