It's a big night at Neighborhoods bingo hall. The manager is frantically running because he has a full house, and the prize money for a full house is around $100,000. To make matters worse, the usual bingo is sick -- he lost his voice

Sam Goldberg, an elderly patron sees the panic on the Bingo Hall managers face, and calls him over and says, "Listen Mr. Smith, at the old age where I live, I call out the bingo numbers. Let me help."

"Mr. Goldberg you are a life saver," says the manager. "You've gotten me out of big trouble. There must be at least a thousand people in here!!"

So Sam Goldberg sits in the bingo caller's chair, releases the balls and wishes the audience good luck. The fist ball comes out, and Sam calls out the number "eynze," the next number, he calls out "feer," and " tsfonsic" then "finef."

At that point the bingo hall manager rushes up to the stage and screams at Mr. Goldberg, "What are you doing?! You're calling all the numbers out in Yiddish! Nobody can understand you!"

To which Mr. Goldberg replies, "You don't want that a Jew should win?"