Once when I was younger, I got pretty drunk with a bunch of co-workers at a microbrewery in Waltham, Massachussets, and we all decided to take the train into Boston.
I went to board the train, and the conductor guy said, "Nexcaw, please:".
A drunken, confused me responded, "Nanoo, nanoo. I don't speak Morkian".
The conductor guy had to try 3 times, more slowly before I figured out he was saying "Next car" please. He wanted us to board the next car.