Mr. Hamilton:
What I'm suggesting is that this place is the crummiest, shoddiest, worst-run hotel in the whole of Western Europe.
Major Gowen:
No. No. I won't have that. There's a place in Eastbourne.
Mr. Hamilton:
I want a Waldorf Salad.
Basil Fawlty:
[
Waldorf Salad is not on the menu] I beg your pardon?
Mr. Hamilton:
Get me a Waldorf Salad.
Basil Fawlty:
Well, I think we just ran out of Waldorfs!
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