The following is a telephone exchange between a hotel guest and room-service,
at a hotel in Asia which was recorded and published in the Far East Economic Review.....

                                             Room Service (RS): "Morny. Ruin sorbees"

                                             Guest (G): "Sorry, I thought I dialed room-service"

                                             RS: "Rye..Ruin sorbees..morny! Djewish to odor sunteen??"

                                             G: "Uh..yes..I'd like some bacon and eggs"

                                             RS: "Ow July den?"

                                             G: "What??"

                                             RS: "Ow July den?...pry, boy, pooch?"

                                             G : "Oh, the eggs! How do I like them? Sorry, scrambled please."

                                             RS: "Ow July dee bayhcem...crease?"

                                             G: "Crisp will be fine."

                                             RS : "Hokay. An San tos?"

                                             G: "What?"

                                             RS:"San tos. July San tos?"

                                             G: "I don't think so"

                                             RS: "No? Judo one toes??"

                                             G: "I feel really bad about this, but I don't know what
                                             'judo one toes means.'"

                                             RS: "Toes! toes!...why djew Don Juan toes? Ow bow
                                             singlish mopping we bother?"

                                             G: "English muffin!! I've got it! You were saying 'Toast.' Fine.
                                             Yes, an English muffin will be fine."

                                             RS: "We bother?"

                                             G: "No..just put the bother on the side."

                                             RS: "Wad?"

                                             G: "I mean butter...just put it on the side."

                                             RS: "Copy?"

                                             G: "Sorry?"

                                             RS: "Copy...tea...mill?"

                                             G: "Yes. Coffee please, and that's all."

                                             RS: "One Minnie. Ass ruin torino fee, strangle ache, crease baychem,
                                             tossy singlish mopping we bother honey sigh, and copy....rye?"

                                             G: "Whatever you say"

                                             RS: "Tendjewberrymud"

                                             G : "You're welcome"