Room Service in Hong Kong

The Jet Driver has to travel a lot. And while I know that there has to be some give and take and understanding and, of course, respect; I thought that you might like to have a read of this conversation which took place at a five-star establishment in Hong Kong:

RS = Room Service ; JD = Jet Driver

RS: Morny. Ruin sorbees.

JD: Sorry, I thought I'd dialed room-service.

RS: Rye...ruin sorbees...morny! Jewish to odour sunteen?

JD: Uhhh, yes. I'd like to order some bacon and eggs please.

RS: Ow July den?

JD: What?

RS: Ow July den? Pry, boy, pooch?

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

RS: Ow July dee baychem? Crease?

JD: Crisp will be fine, yes.

RS: Hokay. An San tos? 

JD: What?

RS: San tos. July San tos?

JD: Err, I don't think so.

RS: No? Judo one toes?

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

RS: Toes! Toes! Why jew don juan toes? Ow bow Engrish moppin we bother?

JD: English Muffin! Got it! You were saying 'Toast'. Fine, yes. An English Muffin will be fine. 

RS: We bother? 

JD: No....just put the bother on the side.

RS: Wad? 

JD: I mean, butter...just put it on the side.

RS: Copy?

JD: Sorry?

RS: Copy....tee....mill?

JD: Yes, coffee please, and that's all.

RS: Won minnie. Ass ruin toofohfai.... strangle ache, crease bayhcem, tossy singlish moppin we bother honey sigh, and copy...rye?

JD: Whatever you say.

RS: Tenjewberrymud

JD: You're welcome.