Huz anderstend zis!


In an Indian hotel:

ROOM SERVICE: Morny, rune sore–bees.
HOTEL GUEST: Oh sorry. I thought I dialled room service.
RS: Rye, rune sore–bees. Morny. Jewish to odor sunteen?
HG: I’d like some bacon and eggs.
RS: Ow July then?
HG: What?
RS: Aches. Ow July then? Pry, boy, pooch?
HG: Oh, the eggs! How do I like them? Scrambled please.
RS: Ow July thee baycome? Crease?
HG: Crisp will be fine.
RS: Hockey. An Santos?
HG: What?
RS: Santos. July Santos?
HG: Ugh… I don’t know… I don’t think so…
RS: No? Judo on toes?
HG: Look, I really feel bad about this, but I just don’t know what judo–on–toes means. I’m sorry.
RS: Toes! Toes! Why Jew Don Juan toes? Ow bow eenglish moppin we bother?
HG: Ah! English muffin! I’ve got it! Toast! You were saying toast! Fine. An English muffin will be fine.
RS: We bother?
HG: No. Just put the bother on the side.
RS: Ward?
HG: I’m sorry. I mean the butter. Butter on the side, please.
RS: Copy?
HG: I feel terrible about this but…
RS: Copy. Copy, tear, millk.
HG: COFFEE! Yes, coffee please. And that’s all.
RS: One Minny. Ass rune torino–fie, strangle aches, crease baycome, tossy, eenglish mopping we bother honey sigh, and copy. Rye?
HG: Whatever you say.
RS: Hockey. Tenjewberrymud.
HG: You are welcome.