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NOODLE (O.S.): Room Service! Willy smiles. He turns to see Noodle standing in the doorway with a bucket of slops.
NOODLE (CONT’D): Told you to read the small print.
WILLY: Hm. Well, slight problem with that.
NOODLE: You can’t read, can you?
WILLY: I focused my studies almost exclusively on chocolate.
NOODLE: I see.
WILLY: For everything else, I’ve relied on the kindness of strangers.
NOODLE: And look where that’s got you: the Staff Quarters. You’ve got a bed. Willy sits on the bed. It collapses underneath him.
NOODLE (CONT’D): You had a bed. Desk. And wash basin slash toilet. Water comes in two temperatures. ‘Cold’ and ‘Colder’. The wash basin’s taps are indeed marked thus. How much do you owe them?
WILLY: Ten thousand.
NOODLE: Count yourself lucky. I owe thirty!