Morny, Rune-sore-bees (or, Morning Room Service):

This exchange was between an English-speaking traveler and a member of the hotel staff in a Far East Hotel


(for the full effect, read the joke aloud):

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.
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