Telephone conversation in a hotel in the Far East:


Room Service: Morny, rune sorebees.

Hotel Guest: Oh sorry, I thought I dialled room service.


RS: Rye, rune sorebees. Morny. Jewish to odor sunteen?

HG: Yes, order something. This is room 1305. I want...

RS: OK, torino-fie. Yes plea?

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? Sorry. Scrambled, please.

RS: Ow July thee baycome? Crease?

HG: Crisp will be fine.

RS: Okay. An Santos?

HG: What?

RS: Santos. July Santos?

HG: Ugh... I don't know... I don't think so.

RS: No? Judo one toes?

HG: Look, I really feel bad about this, but I just don't know what judo-one-toes means, I'm sorry.

RS: Toes! Toes! Why Yew Don Juan toes? Ow bow Eenglish mopping we bother?

HG: English muffin! I've got it! Toast! You were saying toast. An English muffin will be fine.

RS: We bother?

HG: No. Just put the bother on the side.

RS: Wad?

HG: I'm sorry. I meant butter. Butter on the side.

RS: Copy?

HG: I feel terrible about this but...

RS: Copy. Copy, tea, mill...

HG: Coffee!! Yes, coffee please. And that's all.

RS: One Minnie. Ass rune torinofie, stangle-aches, crease baycome, tossy Eenglish mopping we bother honey sigh, and copy. Rye?

HG: Whatever you say.

RS: Okay, Tenjewberrymud.

HG: You welcome.



(van : Shelley Berman; gevonden in ‘Waarin ... De columns van mijn leven, G.L. van Lennep, 1986)