Basil: "Ah, this is the view as far as I can remember, madam… yes, yes, this is it."
Mrs Richards: "When I pay for a view, I expect something more interesting than that."
Basil: "That is Torquay, madam."
Mrs Richards: "Well, it's not good enough."
Basil: "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 wildebeest sweeping majestically—"
Mrs Richards: Don't be silly! I expect to be able to see the sea."
Basil: "You can see the sea. It's over there between the land and the sky."
Mrs Richards: "I'd need a telescope to see that."
Basil: "Well, may I suggest that you consider moving to a hotel closer to the sea?! [muttering to himself] Or preferably in it."
Mrs. Richards: "Now listen to me. I'm not satisfied, but I've decided to stay here. However, I shall expect a reduction."
Basil: "Why? Because Krakatoa isn't erupting at the moment?"