Milton Waddams: "Excuse me? Excuse me, senor?"
"May I speak to you please?"
"I asked for a mai tai, and they brought me a pina colada, and I said no salt, NO salt on the margarita, but it had salt on it, big grains of salt, floating in the glass..."
Mexican Waiter: "Lo siento mucho, senor."
Mexican Waiter [Under his breath]: "Pinche gringo."
Milton Waddams: [As the waiter walks away] "And yes, I won't be leaving a tip, 'cause I could... I could shut this place down."
"Sir? I'll take my traveler's checks to a competing resort."
"I could write a letter to your nation's board of tourism and I could have this place condemned."
"I could put... I could put... strychnine in the guacamole."
"There was salt on the glass, BIG grains of salt!"
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