Basil: [on the phone] One double room without bath for the 16th, 17th and 18th... yes, and if you'd be so good as to confirm by letter? ... thank you so much, goodbye. [puts the phone down]
Sybil: [bustling in] Have you made up the bill for room twelve, Basil?
Basil: No, I haven't yet, no.
Sybil: Well, they're in a hurry. Polly says they didn't get their alarm call. And Basil, please get that picture up - it's been there for a week. [goes into office]
Basil: It's been there since Monday, Sybil... Tuesday... Wednesday... Friday... Sat -
[realizes Sybil is no longer there; goes across to Manuel who has come in carrying three breakfast trays] Manuel! There - is - too - much - butter - on -those - trays.
Manuel: Que?
Basil: There is too much butter on those trays. [he points to each tray in turn]
Manuel: No, no, no, Senor!
Basil: What?
Manuel: Not 'on- those- trays'. No sir - 'uno dos tres.' Uno... dos... tres...
Basil: No, no. Hay mucho burro alli!
Manuel: Que?
Basil: Hay... mucho... burro... alli!
Manuel: Ah, mantequilla!
Basil: What? Que?
Manuel: Mantequilla. Burro is... is...[brays like a donkey]
Basil: What?
Manuel: Burro... [does more donkey imitations]
Basil: Manuel, por favor...
Manuel: Si, si...
Sybil: [coming back in] What's the matter, Basil?
Basil: Nothing, dear, I'm just dealing with it.
Manuel: [to Sybil] He speak good... how do you say...?
Sybil: English!
Basil: Mantequilla... solamente... dos...
Manuel: Dos?
Sybil: [to Basil] Don't look at me. You're the one who's supposed to be able to speak it.
[Basil angrily grabs the excess butter from the trays.]
Basil: Two pieces! Two each! Arriba, arriba!!
[He waves his hand towards the bedrooms and Manuel runs off.]
Sybil: I don't know why you wanted to hire him, Basil.
Basil: [sitting at typewriter] Because he's cheap and keen to learn, dear. And in this day and age such...
Sybil: But why did you say you could speak the language?
Basil: I learnt classical Spanish, not the strange dialect he seems to have picked up.
Sybil: It'd be quicker to train a monkey.
Sybil: [bustling in] Have you made up the bill for room twelve, Basil?
Basil: No, I haven't yet, no.
Sybil: Well, they're in a hurry. Polly says they didn't get their alarm call. And Basil, please get that picture up - it's been there for a week. [goes into office]
Basil: It's been there since Monday, Sybil... Tuesday... Wednesday... Friday... Sat -
[realizes Sybil is no longer there; goes across to Manuel who has come in carrying three breakfast trays] Manuel! There - is - too - much - butter - on -those - trays.
Manuel: Que?
Basil: There is too much butter on those trays. [he points to each tray in turn]
Manuel: No, no, no, Senor!
Basil: What?
Manuel: Not 'on- those- trays'. No sir - 'uno dos tres.' Uno... dos... tres...
Basil: No, no. Hay mucho burro alli!
Manuel: Que?
Basil: Hay... mucho... burro... alli!
Manuel: Ah, mantequilla!
Basil: What? Que?
Manuel: Mantequilla. Burro is... is...[brays like a donkey]
Basil: What?
Manuel: Burro... [does more donkey imitations]
Basil: Manuel, por favor...
Manuel: Si, si...
Sybil: [coming back in] What's the matter, Basil?
Basil: Nothing, dear, I'm just dealing with it.
Manuel: [to Sybil] He speak good... how do you say...?
Sybil: English!
Basil: Mantequilla... solamente... dos...
Manuel: Dos?
Sybil: [to Basil] Don't look at me. You're the one who's supposed to be able to speak it.
[Basil angrily grabs the excess butter from the trays.]
Basil: Two pieces! Two each! Arriba, arriba!!
[He waves his hand towards the bedrooms and Manuel runs off.]
Sybil: I don't know why you wanted to hire him, Basil.
Basil: [sitting at typewriter] Because he's cheap and keen to learn, dear. And in this day and age such...
Sybil: But why did you say you could speak the language?
Basil: I learnt classical Spanish, not the strange dialect he seems to have picked up.
Sybil: It'd be quicker to train a monkey.
misterjesus:
I do and I do.