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"Gimme your cash!!"
"We no have gas, not gas station. You want nice lo mein?"
"I want the money, mudder fudder!!"
"Moon Yi, man here to see you."
"Open the fuggin' cash register!!"
"I tell you already, we not gas station. Lo mein very good today."
"OK. give me a chicken lo mein and an order of egg rolls."
Posted by: random thunking | November 07, 2012 at 03:45 PM
You want fortune? We have much cookies.
Posted by: mazar larry | November 07, 2012 at 04:17 PM
This is a chop-stick-up where???
Posted by: ligirl | November 07, 2012 at 04:40 PM
uh-oh.......sum ting wong
i fall on my sword
Posted by: ligirl | November 07, 2012 at 04:42 PM
so sorry to blake brog
Posted by: ligirl | November 07, 2012 at 04:43 PM
Guy to hot Chinese date: "How about some 69?"
Obtuse Oriental: "You want chicken with snow peas?"
Posted by: Ralph | November 07, 2012 at 04:59 PM
Charlie Chan was on a case and unavailable to interpret.
Posted by: Clankazoid | November 07, 2012 at 05:30 PM
They should be glad it wasn't a German restaurant.
Posted by: Omniskeptic | November 07, 2012 at 06:39 PM
Really, ligirl, we can't take you anywhere.
Posted by: Guin | November 07, 2012 at 07:06 PM
"C'mon Hop Sing, I have a gub."
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | November 07, 2012 at 07:06 PM
My Chinese wife has the same language problem. She cannot understand a single word I am saying when I want money.
Posted by: HogsAteMySister | November 07, 2012 at 09:49 PM
I lived in China for a year and for awhile retained the ability to understand conversations going on around me in Mandarin.
I was at a restaurant with my wife when an employeee came back from a delivery and said in Chinese, "I kept on telling the Big Nose that I didn't speak English and he finally stopped yelling."
I laughed. The employees began to wonder if I spoke Chinese, a conversation I was enjoying translating to my wife. It finally came down to a bet. The problem was trying to figure out who would ask, especially since it was potentially a customer service problem given the gist of the conversation.
The Hispanic busboy was recruited and offered 10% of the bet to ask me.
As he approached, I told him in English "10% is too little. You should get 20%."
The chef sent food home with us.
Posted by: Not My Usual Alias | November 08, 2012 at 08:57 AM
We were traveling in the Highlands (Scaaawtland, innit?) and had no trouble understanding the Scots when they spoke to us. When they spoke to each other, incomprehensible. Probably a code they use to keep the Sassenach in the dark.
Posted by: Omniskeptic | November 08, 2012 at 10:16 AM
Omni, many of the Base Exchange and Commissary employees when I was at GTMO were Jamaican. When they spoke to me, I could understand them just fine, but when they spoke to each other, although it was obvious that they were still speaking English (I could catch a word here and there,) they might as well have been speaking Chinese.
Posted by: Dmentd | November 08, 2012 at 11:06 AM
How do I know which restaurants have interpreters? Is it on the menu somewhere?
Posted by: Chris | November 08, 2012 at 05:42 PM
Chris: Sometimes the menu is self-explanatory.
Posted by: Ralph | November 08, 2012 at 08:49 PM