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A Fawlty Towers script? Si, senor!

Ok, so I gave ChatGPT the following scenario:

"Imagine a theatrical script for a situation comedy set in a hotel in Torquay, England. The proprietor is called Basil, an eccentric man who believes the calibre of guests to be low. His wife, Sybil, is often frustrated by Basil's incompetence. They employ a Spanish waiter called Manuel, who struggles to understand English. Basil suspects that two guests, who claim to be married, may be lying."
Here's what our favourite AI came up with:
Scene: The hotel lobby in Torquay, England. Basil is standing behind the reception desk, looking at a piece of paper. Sybil is standing next to him, looking annoyed. Manuel is hovering nearby, trying to look busy.
Basil: (to Sybil) I don't know why we get such low-calibre guests at this hotel. Look at these two - Mr. and Mrs. Smith. They claim to be married, but I suspect they might be lying.
Sybil: (sighing) Basil, it's not our job to judge the marital status of our guests. Just make sure they pay their bill on time and leave a good review.
Basil: (shrugging) I suppose you're right. I'll have Manuel keep an eye on them and report back to me if he sees anything suspicious.
Manuel: (nodding) Si, senor. I will be very discreet.
Sybil: (rolling her eyes) Manuel, do you even know what "discreet" means?
Manuel: (puzzled) Uh, es una palabra muy grande y no la entiendo muy bien...
Sybil: (exasperated) Never mind, Manuel. Just do your best.
(The sound of a door slamming is heard offstage.)
Basil: (perking up) Ah, speaking of our suspicious guests - I think they're back from their outing.
Sybil: (sighing) Great. Let's hope they don't cause any more problems.
(Mr. and Mrs. Smith enter the lobby, looking harried.)
Mr. Smith: (to Basil) Excuse me, but do you have any recommendations for a good restaurant in the area? We're in the mood for something romantic.
Basil: (sneering) I doubt you two would know romance if it hit you in the face.
Sybil: (elbowing Basil) Basil!
Basil: (clearing his throat) Ah, yes. Well, there are several excellent restaurants in the area. I recommend the seafood place down the street - it has a lovely ambiance.
Mrs. Smith: (smiling) Thank you. We'll definitely check it out.
(Basil and Sybil exchange a wary look as Mr. and Mrs. Smith exit the lobby.)
Basil: (to Manuel) Keep an eye on those two. I have a feeling they're up to something.
Manuel: (nodding) Si, senor. I will be very discreet.
(Sybil rolls her eyes and heads offstage, muttering to herself.)
End scene.

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