Rob Schreef:
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> Khan,
>
> Leuk advies: pak de telefoon en je hebt contact.
> Vervolgens verstaan ze je niet, en dan…
De bekende grap…
Room Service (RS): “Morrin. Roon sirbees.”
Guest (G): “Sorry, I thought I dialed room-service.”
RS: “Rye..Roon sirbees..morrin! Jewish to oddor sunteen??”
G: “Uh..yes..I'd like some bacon and eggs.”
RS: “Ow July den?”
G: “What??”
RS: “Ow July den?…pryed, boyud, poochd?”
G: “Oh, the eggs! How do I like them? Sorry, scrambled please.”
RS: “Ow July dee baykem? Crease?”
G: “Crisp will be fine.”
RS: “Hokay. An Sahn toes?”
G: “What?”
RS: “An toes. July Sahn toes?”
G: “I don't think so.”
RS: “No? Judo wan sahn toes??”
G: "I feel really bad about this, but I don't know what 'judo wan sahn
toes' means."
RS: "Toes! toes!…Why jew don juan toes? Ow bow Anglish moppin we
bodder?"
G: "English muffin!! I've got it! You were saying ‘Toast.’ Fine. Yes, an
English muffin will be fine."
RS: “We bodder?”
G: “No…just put the bodder on the side.”
RS: “Wad?”
G: “I mean butter…just put it on the side.”
RS: “Copy?”
G: “Excuse me?”
RS: “Copy…tea…meel?”
G: “Yes. Coffee, please, and that's all.”
RS: "One Minnie. Scramah egg, crease baykem, Anglish moppin we bodder on
sigh and copy….rye??"
G: “Whatever you say.”
RS: “Tenjewberrymuds.”
G: “You're very welcome.”