OK, I'm cheating a little because I'm so strapped for time but also because this is one of the greatest episodes and has so much "stuff" it's surely enough to make up for two days' worth of Fawlty Feb.
From: The Germans (the sixth episode of the first series, broadcast 24 October, 1975)
*A little note for those not familiar with Fawlty Towers, Basil is particularly manic in this scene because he's just released himself from hospital after getting concusion after the moose head fell on him. So his gibbering is more ridiculous and out of control than usual.*
Basil: Right, right, here's the plan. I'll stand there and ask them if they want something to drink before the war... before their lunch... don't mention the war! (He moves in front of the guests, bows, and mimes and eating and drinking)
2nd German: Can we help you?
Basil: (gives a startled jump) Ah... you speak English.
2nd German: Of course.
Basil: Ah, wonderful. Wunderbar! Ah - please allow me to introduce myself - I am the owner of Fawlty Towers, and may I welcome your war, your wall, you all... and hope that your stay will be a happy one. Now would you like to eat first, or would you like a drink before the war... ning that, er, trespassers will be - er, er - tied up with piano wire ... Sorry! Sorry! (clutches his thigh) Bit of trouble with the old leg ... got a touch of shrapnel in the war... Korean, Korean war, sorry, Korean.
2nd German: Thank you, we will eat now.
Basil: Oh good, please do allow me. May I saw how pleased we are to have some Europeans here now that we are on the Continent...
Basil: I didn't vote for it myself, quite honestly, but now that we're in I"m determined to make it work, so I'd like to welcome you all to Britain. The plaice is grilled, but that doesn't matter, there's life in the old thing yet... No, wait a minute, I got a bit confused there. Oh yes, the plaice is grilled... in fact the whole room's a bit warm, isnt' it... I"ll open a window, have a look... and the veal chop is done with rosemary... that's funny, I thought she'd gone to Canada... and is delicious and nutritious... in fact it's veally good... veally good?
2nd German: The veal is good?
Basil: Yes, doesn't matter, doesn't matter, never mind.
1st German: May we have two eggs mayonnaise, please?
Basil: Certainly, why not, why not indeed? We are all friends now, eh?
2nd German: (heavily) A prawn cocktail...
Basil: All in the market together, old differences forgotten, and no need at all to mention the war... Sorry! Sorry, what was that again?
2nd German: A prawn cocktail.
Basil: Oh, prawn, that was it. When you said prawn I thought you said war. Oh, the war! Oh yes, completely slipped my mind, yes, I'd forgotten all abot it. Hitler, Himmler, and all that lot, oh yes, completely forgotten it, just like that (snaps his fingers)... Sorry, what was it again?
2nd German: (with some menace) A prawn cocktail...
Basil: Oh yes, Eva Prawn... and Goebbels, too, he's another one I can hardly remember at all.
1st German: And ein pickled herring!
Basil: Herman Goering, yes, yes... and von Ribbentrop, that was another one.
1st German: And four cold meat salads, please.
Basil: Certainly, well, I"ll just get your hors d'oeuvres... hors d'oeuvres vich must be obeyed at all times without question... Sorry! Sorry!
Polly: Mr Fawlty, will you please call your wife immediately?
Basil: Sybil! Sybil! ... she's in the hospital, you silly girl.
Polly: Yes, call here there!
Basil: I can't, I've got too much to do. Listen... (whispers through his teeth) Don't mention the war... I mentioned it once, but I think I got away with all right ... (he returns to his guests) So it's all forgotten now and let's hear no more about it. So that's two eggs mayonnaise, a prawn Goebbels, a Hermann Goering and four Colditz salads... no, wait a moment, I got a bit confused there, sorry... (one of the German ladies has begun to sob) I got a bit confused because everyone keeps mentioning the war, so could you...
The second German, who is comforting the lady, looks up angrily.
Basil: What's the matter?
2nd German: It's all right.
Basil: Is there something wrong?
2nd German: Will you stop talking about the war?
Basil: Me? You started it!
2nd German: We did not start it.
Basil: Yes you did, you invaded Poland...