Eddie Elizabeth Ndingombaba:
Chef's hurt himself.
Richard Twat:
How bad?
Eddie Elizabeth Ndingombaba:
Indescribably. He hit his head on this frying pan seventeen times.
Mrs Hardy:
He's a black belt in karate, you know.
Richard Twat:
More like a pink belt in hanging about gentlemen's lavatories on Hamstead Heath.
Mrs Hardy:
[
ordering breakfast] Where do your eggs come from?
Richard Twat:
Ermm... Hen's vaginas?
Richard Twat:
Will you stop making those owl noises?
Eddie Elizabeth Ndingombaba:
Sorry
Richard Twat:
Now come on
[
Rich slips and lands with his eye in the candle]
Richard Twat:
AAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH
[
Lights go out then Eddy lights another candle]
Eddie Elizabeth Ndingombaba:
Rich are you alright?
Richard Twat:
Candle in the eye.
Eddie Elizabeth Ndingombaba:
What?
Richard Twat:
Candle in the eye
[
rich points to his eye]
Eddie Elizabeth Ndingombaba:
Oh righto
[
Eddy shoves the candle in Richies unburnt eye]
Richard Twat:
AAAARRRGGGGGHHH
Richard Twat:
I trust you've slept well?
Mr Johnson:
Actually, we had a bit of a rough night.
Richard Twat:
Ah, the perils of adultery.
Richard Twat:
Ahh... Good morning, Mrs Foxfur.
Mrs Foxfur:
Morning, Twat.
Richard Twat:
Ah! Good evening, Miss Carbonara.
Gina Carbonara:
Good evening, Mr. Twat.
Richard Twat:
Oh! Ahem, it's cunt!
Mr Johnson:
I merely brushed your arm!
Richard Twat:
Well, we have already established that you're a liar, Mr Jones.
Mr Johnson:
Look, Mr Twat...
Richard Twat:
It's pronounced "Thwaite"!
Mr Johnson:
Well, It's spelled twat.
[
pointing at Richie's name on the desk]
Mr Johnson:
T-W-A-T Twat!
Richard Twat:
Could you keep your voice down please? We do have normal guests, as well.
Richard Twat:
[
opens the till and finds it empty] What are the advance bookings, like?
Eddie Elizabeth Ndingombaba:
Ah, not too good.
Richard Twat:
[
shuts the till] Ooooooooh, God!
Eddie Elizabeth Ndingombaba:
Come on, Richie, it's not that bad.
Richard Twat:
Yes, it is, I just trapped the tip of my penis in the till drawer!
Mrs Foxfur:
[
Eddie open the till] Oh, Mr Twat!
Richard Twat:
It's Thwaite,
[
whispers]
Richard Twat:
I thought you said the guests have gone.
Eddie Elizabeth Ndingombaba:
I thought she was dead.
Richard Twat:
I trust you two both washed.
Mr Johnson:
Actually, the water was cold.
Richard Twat:
That's no reason not to wash, is it? Good grief, we are British, you know. We invented cold showers to stop people masturbating. Oh, I see, maybe that's why you are so upset about the lack of hot water.
Richard Twat:
Pheeb. One boiled egg.
Richard Twat:
Now, this is the light switch which is on a timer which will give you plenty of time to take your key and insert it in the...
[
light goes out]
Richard Twat:
... Arse!
Damien Nice:
Insert it in your arse?
Richard Twat:
As we always say at the Guest House Paradiso: Have fun, don't go in the water if you know what's good for you and try not to get shit on the sheets.
Richard Twat:
That ring, do you want to put it in the safe?
Mrs Nice:
I never take it off.
Richard Twat:
Well... What about that watch?
Mr Nice:
Oh, it's just a cheap copy.
Eddie Elizabeth Ndingombaba:
It doesn't matter, the pawnbroker is very shortsighted.
Richard Twat:
EDDIE! Eddie just means that you don't need a watch in paradise.
[
Mr. Nice hands over the watch]
Mrs Foxfur:
I really must have some more sherry!
[
passes out]
Gino Bolognese:
Where are the whores I ordered? I ordered three prostitutes! Send them to my room, I'll take them now.
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