Frå «mein Berliner Bruder» har eg fått denne samtalen. Eit kroneksempel på språkleg samarbeidsevne frå begge partar.

Protocol of a phone call between guest and room-service in a hotel somewhere in Asia:

Room Service: «Morny. Ruin sorbees.»

Guest: «Sorry, I thought I dialled room-service.»

Room Service: «Rye…Ruin sorbees…morny! Djewish to odor sunteen??»

Guest: «Uh…yes…I’d like some bacon and eggs.»

Room Service: «Ow July den?»

Guest: «What??»

Room Service: «Ow July den? …pry, boy, pooch?»

Guest: «Oh, the eggs! How do you like them? Sorry, scrambled please.»

Room Service: «Ow July dee baychem…crease?»

Guest: «Crisp will be fine.»

Room Service: «Hokay. An san toes?»

Guest: «What?»

Room Service: «San tos. July san toes?»

Guest: «I don’t think so.»

Room Service: «No? Judo one toes?»

Guest: «I feel really bad about this, but I don’t know what «judo one toes» means.»

Room Service: «Toes! toes! …why djew Don Juan toes? Ow bow singlish mopping we bother?»

Guest: «English muffin!! I’ve got it! You were saying «Toast». Fine. Yes, an English muffin will be fine.»

Room Service: «We bother?»

Guest: «No, just put the bother on the side.»

Room Service: «Wad?»

Guest: «I mean butter…just put it on the side.»

Room Service: «Copy?»

Guest: «Sorry?»

Room Service: «Copy…tea…mill?»

Guest: «Yes, coffee please, and that’s all.»

Room Service: «One Minnie. Ass ruin torino fee, strangle ache, crease baychem, tossy singlish mopping we bother honey sigh, and copy…rye??»

Guest: «Whatever you say.»

Room Service: «Tendjewberrymud.»

Guest: «You’re welcome.»
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