FAWLTY TOWERS: Best British Sitcom Ever. Starring John Cleese.

OMG!!! Its FAULTY, not FAWLTY!!!

Learn to spell, MORAN!

Always thought of it more as a farce than a sitcom, but it's a classic, regardless.

Basil: He's drunk!
Sybil: Drunk?
Basil: Drunk! Soused! Potted! Inebriated! Got it?!
Sybil: I don't believe it!
Basil: Neither do I. Perhaps it's a dream. [pounds his head on the desk several times, sits up, looks around.] Nope, it's not a dream. We're stuck with it.


Mrs. Richards: When I pay for a room with a view, I expect something more interesting than that.
Basil: That is Torquay madam.
Mrs. Richards: Well it's not good enough.
Basil: Well, may I ask what you expected to see out of a Torquay hotel bedroom window? Sydney Opera House, perhaps? The Hanging Gardens of Babylon? Herds of wildebeest sweeping majestically...?
Mrs. Richards: Don't be silly. I expect to be able to see the sea.
Basil: You can see the sea. It's over there between the land and the sky.

[The rat's head pokes out of the biscuit tray]
Basil: [To Mr. Carnegie] W-W-Would you care for a rat, or...?
[Awkward pause]
Basil: Just the biscuits then, please, Polly.

Sadly, I don't think he was trolling. I think he's a Romney supporter who is following all my posts, waiting to pounce on what he perceives to be the slightest misstep ever since he read my anti-Romney posts. Imagine giving up such power to someone, as to stalk them. I'm flattered. "I DO DECLARE, Mr. Beauregard!" -- said in Scarlett O'Hara voice.

Will you stop talking about the war.

Me?

Yes, you started it.

No i didn't you did. You invaded Poland.