Caterer up all night, going home, sits down and starts talking to me. Alcohol on his breath, but coherent even though English is not his native language. He's got a father from Iran (thought he said Paris, but he meant Persia), mother from Italy, born in Germany.
"Mein lieber Scholli!"
I got him to say Hi to Kathy (he kept asking about my "housewife") and, upon viewing, he said his hair looked bad.