Years ago when I was a lab assistant and my girlfriend was a student nurse we went to a restaurant, expecting a typical chain steak house type, but it turned out it was a very expensive place instead. We didn't have starters, and ordered just about the cheapest things on the menu
When it came to ordering the wine, I was panicking, but the wine waiter said he had something a bit less expensive that wasn't on the list, and in a French accent said " eet will go well with your pork, and will complement ze young laydeez cheecken"
Then, as he bent down to collect the unwanted wine list, he whispered in my ear in a broad Liverpool accent " yer OK whacker, it won't break yer!"