Roon sirbees

Breakthrough with ex - after three months of silence and ignoration, we a) kissed and hugged each other hello at the Jolly Roger, b) managed to make small talk and c) be mature.
Hooray! That might be as far it goes ever, due to the fact that I love him, so we'll never have dinner parties, but at least we're being polite.

The following is a telephone exchange between a hotel guest and room-service, at a hotel in Asia, which was recorded and published in the Far East Economic Review:

Room Service (RS): "Morrin.  Roon sirbees."

Guest (G): "Sorry, I thought I dialed room-service."

RS: "Rye..Roon sirbees..herro!  Jewish to oddor sunteen??"

G: "Uh..yes..I'd like some bacon and eggs."

RS: "Ow July den?"

G: "What??"

RS: "Ow July den?...pryed, boyud, poochd?"

G : "Oh, the eggs!  How do I like them?  
Sorry, scrambled please."

RS: "Ow July dee baykem?  Crease?"

G: "Crisp will be fine."

RS : "Hokay.  An Sahn toes?"

G: "What?"

RS:"An toes.  July Sahn toes?"

G: "I don't think so."

RS: "No? Judo wan sahn toes??"

G: "I feel really bad about this, but I don't know what 'judo wan sahn toes' means."

RS: "Toes! toes!...Why jew don juan toes?  Ow bow Anglish moppin we bodder?"

G: "English muffin!!  I've got it!  You were saying 'Toast.'  Fine. Yes, an English muffin will be fine."

RS: "We bodder?"

G: "No...just put the bodder on the side."

RS: "Wad?"

G: "I mean butter...just put it on the side."

RS: "Copy?"  

G: "Excuse me?"

RS: "Copy...tea...meel?"

G: "Yes. Coffee, please, and that's all."

RS: "One Minnie.  Scramah egg, crease baykem, Anglish moppin we bodder on sigh and copy....rye??"

G: "Whatever you say."

RS: "Tenjewberrymuds."

G : "You're very welcome."