Hotel Dialect

For those of us who travel regularly this conversation should sound familiar:Room Service: Morny. Rune-sore-bees.Hotel Guest: Oh, sorry. I thought I dialed Room Service.RS: Rye, rune-sore-bees. Morny. Djewish to odor sunteen?HG: Uh... yes. 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 feel really bad about this, but I don't know what 'judo one toes' means. I'm sorry.RS: Toes! Toes! Why djew Don Juan toes? Ow bow cenglish mopping we bother?HG: English muffin! I've got it! 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 fee, strangle aches, crease baycome, tossy cenglish mopping we bother honey sigh, and copy. Rye?HG: Whatever you say.RS: Okay. Tendjewberrymud.HG: You're welcome.