Did Basil really say that? Fawlty Towers Whimsy/AI Thread

[Fambo Number Mive]

As there seem to be a number of Fawlty Towers Dining Experiences, why not give FT the Only Fools and Horses treatment?

Let's start with AI finishing some Fawlty Towers scenes:

Basil: [To Sir Richard and Lady Morris] Where are you going?
Sir Richard: We're leaving!!
Basil: Oh, don't! Please stay. You'll like it here.
Sir Richard: I've never been in such a place in my life! [They drive away]
Basil: [yells] You snobs! You stupid, stuck up, toffee-nosed, half-witted, upper class piles of... pus! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Basil: Oh, what a place! Hehehehhe! Now, what do you want to do?
Sir Richard: Look, I don't know, but this sort of place, I mean this kind of atmosphere... it's very weird!
Basil: Well, whatever you want to do, I can do it with you.
Sir Richard: What do you mean?
Basil: I mean, we can do anything you want to. If you want to have some fun, then I'll have some fun with you. If you want to have a picnic, or have a drink, or play a game, or, uh, or listen to music, or, uh, watch a film, or anything... whatever.
Sir Richard: [to himself] What a strange thing to say, "whatever."
Basil: What?! Why not? We're both alone! [They both walk into a room]

Mrs. Richards: What is going on here? I ask him for my room, and he tells me the manager's a "Mr Watt," aged forty.
Manuel: No, no. Fawlty.
Mrs. Richards: 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. He's from, er, Swanage.
Mrs. Richards: I don't care if he's from Timbuktu, get me my room.
Manuel: This is the lift.
Mrs. Richards: I don't care if this is the lift, get me my room.
Manuel: I tell you, this is the lift.
Mrs. Richards: I don't care if it's the lift, you can find your own way to my room.
Manuel: The manager?
Mrs. Richards: No, I want my room.
Manuel: Very well, I will ask him if he would give you your room.
Mrs. Richards: Then find out.
Manuel: I have done. The manager says to me that the manager of the hotel is a Mr. Fawlty.
Mrs. Richards: I don't care if it's a Mr. Blackpool, get me my room.
Manuel: Mr. Fawlty?