One morning in Bangkok

The July 1981 newsletter of the Tasek Utara Golf Club in Johor 

Baru, Malaysia, contained the following linguistically intriguing dialog between a hotel guest and the room service at a certain Bangkok hotel. (Quoted from Far Eastern Economic Review, September 4, 1981.)

Room Service: Morny, rune sore-bees.

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

RS: Rye, rune sore-bees. Morny. Jewish to odor sunteen?

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 Jew Don Juan, toes? Ow bow 

Eenglish mopping we bother?

HG: English muffin! I've got it! Toast! You were 

saying toast!

Fine. 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 torino-fie, strangle aches, 

Crease baycome, tossy eenglish mopping we bother honey sigh, 

And copy. Rye?

HG: Whatever you say.

RS: Okay. Tenjewberrymud.