Fawlty Towers (TV Series)

Communication Problems (1979)

Andrew Sachs: Manuel

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• Mrs. Richards : [to Polly, acidly]  Isn't there anyone else who could help me? Really! This is the most appalling service I've ever...

  Polly : What a good idea. Manuel? Could you lend Mrs. Richards your assistance in connection with her reservation?

  [Manuel looks around, confused] 

  Mrs. Richards : [to Manuel]  Now, I 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 : Kay?

  Manuel : Si.

  Mrs. Richards : Sea?

  [Manuel nods] 

  Mrs. Richards : Kay, sea? Kay sea? What are you trying to say?

  Manuel : No. No, no, no. Que... what.

  Mrs. Richards : Kay 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 : Oh, manajer!

  Mrs. Richards : He is?

  Manuel : Ah, Mister Fawlty!

  Mrs. Richards : What?

  Manuel : Fawlty!

• Mrs. Richards : Are you the manager?

  Basil Fawlty : I am the owner, madam.

  Mrs. Richards : What?

  Basil Fawlty : I am the owner.

  Mrs. Richards : I want to speak to the manager.

  Basil Fawlty : I am the manager, too.

  Mrs. Richards : What?

  Basil Fawlty : I am the manager as well.

  Manuel : Manajer, he manajer.

  [Basil smacks him] 

  Mrs. Richards : Oh, you're Watt!

  Basil Fawlty : I'm the manager!

  Mrs. Richards : What?

  Basil Fawlty : I'm the manager!

  Mrs. Richards : Yes, I know, you've just told me. What's the matter with you?

• Mrs. Richards : Now, listen to me. I'm not satisfied, but I've decided to stay here; however, I shall expect a reduction.

  Basil Fawlty : Why? Because Krakatoa's not erupting at the moment?

  Mrs. Richards : No, because the room is cold, the bath is too small, the view is invisible, and the radio doesn't work.

  Basil Fawlty : No, the radio works. You don't.

  Mrs. Richards : What?

  Basil Fawlty : [crossing over to it]  I'll see if I can't fix it, you scabby old bat!

  [He turns it on, loudly; it works fine; Manuel plugs his ears] 

  Basil Fawlty : I think we got something then!

  Mrs. Richards : What?

  Basil Fawlty : [loudly]  I think we got something then!

  Mrs. Richards : [looking at Manuel with his fingers in his ears]  What ARE you doing?

  Manuel : Que?

  Basil Fawlty : [after smacking Manuel's head]  Madam, don't think me rude, but, may I ask, do you by any chance have a hearing aid?

  Mrs. Richards : A what?

  Basil Fawlty : A HEARING AID!

  Mrs. Richards : Yes, I do have a hearing aid.

  Basil Fawlty : Would you like me to get it mended?

  Mrs. Richards : Mended? It's working perfectly all right.

  Basil Fawlty : No, it isn't.

  Mrs. Richards : I haven't got it turned on at the moment.

  Basil Fawlty : Why not?

  Mrs. Richards : The battery runs down.

• Manuel : [after Manuel loses Basil's money by "knowing nothing"]  See, I know nothing!

  Basil Fawlty : I'm gonna sell you to a vivisectionist!

• Basil Fawlty : Shhh-shh-shh-shh-shh. You know nothing... about... the horse.

  Manuel : [parroting]  I know "nothing... about... the horse."

  Basil Fawlty : Yes.

  Manuel : Ah. Which horse?

  Basil Fawlty : What?

  Manuel : Which horse I know nothing?

  Basil Fawlty : My horse, nitwit!

  Manuel : Your horse - Nitwit.

  Basil Fawlty : No-no-no. Dragonfly.

  Manuel : It won!

  Basil Fawlty : Yes, I know!

  Manuel : I know it won, too!

  Basil Fawlty : What?

  Manuel : I put money on for you. You give me money; I go to betting shop.

  Basil Fawlty : Yes, I know, I know, I know.

  Manuel : Then why you say I know nothing?

  Basil Fawlty : [desperately]  Look, look, look, you know the horse?

  Manuel : Uh, Nitwit or Dragonfly?

  Basil Fawlty : Dragonfly! There isn't a horse called Nit... YOU'RE the Nitwit!

  Manuel : What is Witnit?

  Basil Fawlty : It doesn't matter. Look, it doesn't matter. Oh, I can spend the rest of my life having this conversation. Now, please, please, try to understand before one of us dies.

  Manuel : I try.

  Basil Fawlty : You're going to forget everything you know about Nitwit.

  Manuel : No, no. Dragonfly.

  Basil Fawlty : Dragonfly!

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

  Mrs. Richards : [to Polly]  What is going on here? I ask him for my room and he tells me the manager is a Mr. Watt, aged forty.

  Manuel : No, no, no, no. FAWLTY!

  Mrs. Richards : He's faulty? What's wrong with him?

  Polly : It's all right, Mrs. Richards. He's from Barcelona.

  Mrs. Richards : The manager's from Barcelona?

  Manuel : No, no, no, he's from-a Swanage.

  Polly : And you're in 22.

  Mrs. Richards : What?

  Polly : You're in Room 22. Manuel, take these cases up to 22, will you?

• Manuel : Ah, your horse. It win! It win!

  Basil Fawlty : [wanting him to keep quiet about his gambling venture]  Shhh-shh-shh, Manuel. You - know - nothing.

  Manuel : You ALWAYS say, Mr. Fawlty, but I learn.

  Basil Fawlty : What?

  Manuel : I learn. I learn.

  Basil Fawlty : No-no-no-no-no.

  Manuel : I get better.

  Basil Fawlty : No-no. No-no, you don't understand.

  Manuel : I do.

  Basil Fawlty : No, you don't.

  Manuel : Hey, I do understand that!

• Manuel : I know nothing!

• Manuel : I know nothing.

• Manuel : I know... nothing!