Basil Fawlty: Well, may I ask what you were expecting to see out of a Torquay hotel bedroom window? Sydney Opera House, perhaps? The Hanging Gardens of Babylon? Herds of wildebeasts swinging majestically... Mrs. Richards: Don't be silly. I expect to be able to see the sea. Basil Fawlty: You can see the sea. It's over there, between the land and the sky.
