Morny, Rune-sore-bees

Language proficiency is part of the international contracting scene. This exchange between an English-speaking traveler and a member of the hotel staff in a Far East hotel was recorded in the Far-East Economic Review.

Room Service:	Morny. Rune-sore-bees.
Hotel Guest:	Oh, sorry. I thought I dialed Room Service.
Room Service:	Rye, rune-sore-bees. Morny. Djewish to odor sunteen?
Hotel Guest:	Uh... yes. I'd like some bacon and eggs.
Room Service:	Ow July den?
Hotel Guest:	What?
Room Service:	Aches. Ow July den? Pry, boy, pooch...?
Hotel Guest:	Oh, the eggs! How do I like them? Sorry. Scrambled please.
Room Service:	Ow July dee baycome? Crease?
Hotel Guest:	Crisp will be fine.
Room Service:	Hokay. An Santos?
Hotel Guest:	What?
Room Service:	Santos. July Santos?
Hotel Guest:	Ugh. I don't know... I don't think so.
Room Service:	No. Judo one toes?
Hotel Guest:	Look, I feel really bad about this, but I don't know what "judo one toes" means. I'm sorry.
Room Service:	Toes! Toes! Why djew Don Juan toes? Ow bow cenglish mopping we bother?
Hotel Guest:	English muffin! I've got it! You were saying toast! Fine. An English muffin will be fine.
Room Service:	We bother?
Hotel Guest:	No. Just put the bother on the side.
Room Service:	Wad?
Hotel Guest:	I'm sorry. I meant butter. Butter on the side.
Room Service:	Copy?
Hotel Guest:	I feel terrible about this but...
Room Service:	Copy. Copy, tea, mill...
Hotel Guest:	Coffee! Yes, coffee please. And that's all.
Room Service:	One Minnie. Ass rune torino fee, strangle aches, crease baycome, tossy cenglish mopping we bother honey sigh, and copy. Rye?
Hotel Guest:	Whatever you say.
Room Service:	Hokay. Tendjewberrymud.
Hotel Guest:	You're welcome.