Original-Date: Thu, 26 Feb 1998 00:00:14 -0500

Bob Brunner has been tapping phones in hotel rooms, hoping to dig up dirt on politicians. He got this instead...

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.