The following was nominated for "best e-mail of 1997" on the internet. It's a telephone exchange betwen a hotel guest and romm-service at a hotel in Asisa, which was recorded and published in the Far Est Economic Review...

ROOM SERVICE:    "Morny. Ruin sorbees."

GUEST:                        "Sorry, I though I dialed romm-service."

RS:                                   "Rye..ruin sorbees..morny! Djoowish to oder sunteen?"

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

RS:                                   "Ow July den?"

GUEST:                          "What?"

RS:                                   "Ow July den?...pry, boy, pooch?"

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

RS:                                   "Ow July  dee baychem...crease?"

GUEST:                          "Crisp will be fine."

RS:                                   "Hokay. An san tos?"

GUEST:                          "What?"

RS:                                   "San tos. July san tos?"

GUEST:                          "I don't think so."

RS:                                   "No? Judo one toes"

GUEST:                          "I feel really bad about this, but I don't know what 'judo one toes' means."

RS:                                   "Toes! Toes! ...why djew Don Juan yoes? Ow bow singlish mopping we bother?"

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

RS:                                    "We bother"

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

RS:                                   "We bother"

GUEST:                           "No..just put the bother on the side"