"Can I have the check please?"

[Maus335i]

Afgelopen vakantie hadden we een leuke discussie om deze zin:

"Can I have the check please?"

Dit riep ik toen ik de rekening in het restaurant vroeg. Is dit correct Engels? Of moet ik per se vragen om "the bill"?

[Wouter81]

Ach, gelukkig zei je niet iets als 'I would like to thank your kok'.

[Tom van H.]

In de VS vragen ze in een restaurant meestal om de "check" ja, volgens mij kijken ze juist vreemd op als je om de "bill" vraagt. Hoe het in Engeland is zou ik niet weten.

[Mathieu]

Vat geen kou, boy.

[Marc R]

Hey Dick,may I thank your kok?

zie food waz expellent!

[Roman]

In de UK is "the bill" meer gebruikelijk.

In de VS zeggen ze veel vaker "check" in plaats van "bill" in restaurants.

[Tristan]

"How do you do and how do you do your wife"?

"Now breaks my wooden shoe"!

[romo]

Zo beging ik zelf ooit de fout door een non stop vlucht ( waar ik even niet meer op kwam) een; flight in one piece te noemen.................

[Wouter81]

Ach romo, het overkomt de besten.

"Dutch prime minister Gerbrandy introduced himself to Churchill with “Goodbye, Mister Churchill!” Later, Churchill said this had been the shortest conversation he had ever had. "

[Roman]

Ach en dan valt het op het forum nog mee met het niveau Engels van de mensen.

9/10 nederlanders die hier op vakantie komen denken engels te kunnen spreken. Vaak overschatten ze zichzelf en daarin en al helemaal wanneer ze in contact komen met Britten en zich realizeren dat de meesten niet echt zo spreken als dat je meestal op tv ziet

[pimmetje]

Deed mij gelijk dneken aan het onderstaande boekje.

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[Nutkees]

ex collega van me zei ooit eens tegen een uitzendkracht:

No worries somebody will stand by you, to sort out the toiletglasses..

[m@rco]

Can your kok cum to my table?

[Tristan]

@Pimmetje: Dat boek heb ik aan een vriend van mij gegeven. Die spreekt nl niet zo best Engels en kon hij mooi zelf eens lezen hoe beroerd hij Engels sprak.

[Rambler]

'good busy'

[Rambler]

of nog, een Franse collega

'I am hardly working'

[Joost H.]

Telefonische vraag aan mij:
Ik moet een Be-Amer ( ademhalings apparaat ? ) verzekeren, wat is dat..

Of een nieuwe blondine op de zaak.. Klant heeft problemen met zijn Smart UPS ( uitgesproken als Oeps )

[Tom V]

Ze kunnen het in het buitenland er ook wel van. Ooit in een hotel eens zien staan : "You are invited to take advantage of the chambermaid."

[Hansv (Hans van Velzen)]

Ha, die Tom944;

Dat is prima Engels en tevens een toonbeeld van gastvrijheid.

[Xave30]

Ge-weldig topic dit
Ik herken veel

[Eric H]

Of : How late is it.. ??

Of tijdens mijn schoolcarriere...ik wist het Engelse woord voor brandslang even niet, toen heb ik er maar firesnake van gemaakt.....

[Geelhoed]

LITTLE THUMBIE AND THE SEVEN-LEAGUE BOOTS

There once was a poor woodchopper.
"This woodchopping", he said one day to his woman, "there sits no dry bread in it. I work myself an accident the whole day, but you and our twelve children have not to eat".
"I see the future dark in", his woman agreed.
"We must try to fit a sleeve to it", the woodshopper resumed. "I have a plan: tomorrow we shall go on step with the children and when in the middle of the wood we'll leave them to their fate over".
His woman almost went off her little stick when she heard this. "What is there with you on the hand?", she cried. "Aren't you good sob?"
But the woodchopper wasn't brought off his piece by her wailing. He gave no thread.
"It cannot differ to me what you think", he said. "There sits nothing else on; tomorrow we leave them in the wood".

Little Thumbie, the youngest son, had listened off his parents' conversation. The next morning before day and dew he went out and filled his pockets with pebbles. During the walk into the wood he knew unmarked-up to drop them one by one. Then the parents told the children to sprockle some wood. And the parents shined the plate!

When the parents didn't come for the day any more the children understood that they had been left in the stitch. Soon the waterlanders appeared. But Thumbie told them not by the packages down to sit because he would sorrow for it that they all got home wholeskins. Thank be the pebbles he was able to find his way back.

"By God", the parents said as they turned up. "How have you played him that ready?"
"No art on", said Thumbie and explained what he had done. "If you want to be rid of us you will have to stand up a bit earlier".

That is just what the parents did. This time there came no pebbles on to pass. All Thumbie had was a piece of dry bread. He decided that his bread then must believe in it. He left a trail of breadcrumbs but he did not have in the holes that they were being made into soldiers by the birds.

His parents departed with the northern sun as on the day before. But this time Thumbie soon touched rid of the trail. What now?
Good council was expensive. The sun was already under. It was raining pipestems and the crying stood little Thumbie nearer than the laughing. At last he saw a tiny light through the trees. It turned out to be a house.

The lady who stood them to word was a giantess. She gave them what to eat but little Thumbie received the feeling that something wasn't fluff. He had understood that the giantess' man, the giant, was a people-eater who should see no bone in devouring them. If we do not pass up (he thought) we shall be the cigar. As soon as they saw there change clean they took the legs and smeared him.

When the giant came home he sniffed the air and bellowed: "I smell people flesh! Woman, why have you let them go there from through? Bring me my seven-league boots. I go behind after!"
He was about to haul the children in but wonder above wonder: just then he decided to lie down in order to snap a little owl.
"Shoot up, help me!", Thumbie said to his brothers as soon as the giant lay there pitting. "We must see to make him his seven-league boots off-handy".
He squeezed him like an old thief but they went ahead and knew him to draw his boots out.
"Now we must make that we come away!", little Thumbie said.
He put on the boots and quickly made himself out of the feet, carrying his brothers along. Also he had seen chance to roll the giant's pockets and pick in all his gold pieces.

"How have you boxed that before each other!", cried Thumbie's parents in amazement when he showed up.
"It was a pod-skin", said little Thumbie modestly. "I may be small but I stand my little man. And look: we have also brought a lot of poon. We used not to be able to allow ourselves billy-goat's leaps, but now we have our sheep on the dry. We will never become anything too short again! I shall be able to buy myself a nailpants at last! and a woody-stringy!".
"Great", his father exulted. "I shall buy us an auto".

That afternoon he came riding to the fore in a sled of a wagon.
"I seem to be having trouble riding straight out", Thumbie's father said.
"That thank you the cuckoo", his woman said. "You have a piece in your collar! You have him around again. I shall stop you in bed".

The next day all the children were stuck in the clothes as well. In her new dress mother looked like a cleanliness.
After that they moved to the Hague. There they bought a chest of a house on the new explanation and lived happily ever after.

[RobS]

Deed mij gelijk dneken aan het onderstaande boekje.

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Geniaal boekje, vriend van mij heeft 'm op de wc liggen Als 'nieuwe' mensen bij hem voor het eerst naar de wc gaan hoor je ze vaak in de huiskamer lachen

[Dennis Cavallino]

Ook mooi zijn de mensen die in Frankrijk een Spa Rouge bestellen.

[Hansv (Hans van Velzen)]

Ha, die Cav;

Dat is inderdaad nogal dom. Iedereen weet toch dat je daar naar Eau Rouge moet vragen?